Ruin was rather uncomfortable. It didn't help that he was in a bullhead with a small army ready to beat him down if he tried anything even though his bone arm was gone, the place where it was supposed to be capped by a heavy plate to which his right hand was cuffed, "One would think that the many of you fear me." His voice wasn't exactly flat, it lacked tone but had interesting inflection.
The strange twist of fate that led him to this point also seemed to match his apparent being. A brawl that got out of hand and nearly resulted in several deaths. Probably why the Bellmuse Guardsmen were being extra careful with their charge. When Ruin had been given a choice, he quickly decided being in a cell block with real criminals wasn't going to be helpful to his quest. As such, he opted for becoming a huntsman. Had he known that they would break off his arm, lock him up tighter than the secret harem in the basement of the castle that was secretly where the lizard people living in the center of Remnant ruled the stars (Old Zediciah swore on the holy texts that was all true). Oh, and be in the air, he would've reconsidered.
The ship landed without incident and his restraints were taken off, his sword handed to him, and he was unceremoniously shoved out the back hatch, "Don't start no shit now kid." The ship flew away as Ruin felt his arm regrow. A painful process to be sure. He put his sword on his back as bone plates shifted to form a sheath and hold it there.
By then, his arm had regrown and the newly inducted huntsman in training looked at the academy in awe.
The strange twist of fate that led him to this point also seemed to match his apparent being. A brawl that got out of hand and nearly resulted in several deaths. Probably why the Bellmuse Guardsmen were being extra careful with their charge. When Ruin had been given a choice, he quickly decided being in a cell block with real criminals wasn't going to be helpful to his quest. As such, he opted for becoming a huntsman. Had he known that they would break off his arm, lock him up tighter than the secret harem in the basement of the castle that was secretly where the lizard people living in the center of Remnant ruled the stars (Old Zediciah swore on the holy texts that was all true). Oh, and be in the air, he would've reconsidered.
The ship landed without incident and his restraints were taken off, his sword handed to him, and he was unceremoniously shoved out the back hatch, "Don't start no shit now kid." The ship flew away as Ruin felt his arm regrow. A painful process to be sure. He put his sword on his back as bone plates shifted to form a sheath and hold it there.
By then, his arm had regrown and the newly inducted huntsman in training looked at the academy in awe.