[AW] sweater weather [relic contest]

[Maxence]

M A X E N C E HOME IS BEHIND THE WORLD AHEAD   You might expect a desert dweller to cry out and rejoice at the prospect of rain, though it was a dark and thunderous profanity that echoed throughout the oasis when the heaven's opened. "Fuck--" the commander had boomed, piercing eyes glaring coldly ahead at the grey storm swelling over the dunes. Even with his wings strung open and wide like an umbrella, they still could not prevent the rain from seeping into his bones and ebbing into his hair, plastering each strand against his patchwork skin. The snarl upon his face would not relent; it only grew sharper as the rains grew heavier, and soon there was naught left to see but a flurry of greyish-brown landscape beyond the darkened pools of the green oasis.  Surely if the blasted relic Tempus had flicked from the stars was here it would spoil in the rain water, turn to rust and crumble - That was if it was even made from metal, and perhaps the gods had invented some sort of substance not even rain could dampen and ruin, just like it had Maxence's entire day. With a glance to the heavens, the commander was left wondering and wishing to Solis something along the lines of what on earth is the point of you before he continued on his way, seeking the Day court and the shelter it might provide.