He walked the long line of steps and when he could see her at last... She was different. Her spirit - her very colors had changed. No more rhinestone blazers, no feathered headdresses, and no jewelry. That was the spectacle - the Naked Nikita, and this was Caj the black. Charles was calling in a favor to a rock star and got an assassin. Earlier, the thought of being perceived as vulnerable had nearly caused him to vomit up breakfast, but in the flesh after ten years, seeing her then was the biggest comfort he'd had since dreaming up Baen-Shee. He knew that she knew - he was just a man trying to save the world.
So have some pseudo-fan-art!
---Did you punks see the Metalocalypse Doomstar Requiem trailer, yet? It looks super sexy and has me waxing nostalgic with a hint of spirit-animal crazy: www.youtube.com/watch?v=qIaPGy…