A Gala?
The three of us - that is, Erim, Nina and I - recently attended a gathering of peoples from different universes. I’ve taken it upon myself to write about the strange bodies we met, as well as my experiences.
I met with a man cloaked in black calling himself the Batman. It appeared he wanted to avoid the sight of those below us, and mainly hid along the rafters. I also met with a charming blond warrioress, Aya Brea of New York. I must say I’m not familiar with Old York nor New York, though the way she described it made it seem even grander than Archades.
There was also a small demon-like man named Dan there who kept skulking and shouting about something or another. It seemed he missed his friends, though to what extent and for what reason is unknown. A strange mechinized lady named R. Dorothy Wayneright also held me for conversation, though it was of the most stilted type.
I shan’t fail to mention I had the pleasure of encountering a few friends while there. Penelo, the lovely girl from Rabanastre was dancing alone. I wonder what’s become of Vaan, though something tells me she’s not too worried for the boy. Vayne was also there… or at least, a creature with Vayne’s face. He screamed several things at me before I babbled incoherently to excuse myself.
The Ultimate Mark was also in the room, strange as it may seem. He just seemed to want to drink the punch, which oddly enough not many people touched. I pray none tried to initiate battle with it.
I suppose their tales can be saved for their own diaries. I believe that overall, it was a grand time.
I met with a man cloaked in black calling himself the Batman. It appeared he wanted to avoid the sight of those below us, and mainly hid along the rafters. I also met with a charming blond warrioress, Aya Brea of New York. I must say I’m not familiar with Old York nor New York, though the way she described it made it seem even grander than Archades.
There was also a small demon-like man named Dan there who kept skulking and shouting about something or another. It seemed he missed his friends, though to what extent and for what reason is unknown. A strange mechinized lady named R. Dorothy Wayneright also held me for conversation, though it was of the most stilted type.
I shan’t fail to mention I had the pleasure of encountering a few friends while there. Penelo, the lovely girl from Rabanastre was dancing alone. I wonder what’s become of Vaan, though something tells me she’s not too worried for the boy. Vayne was also there… or at least, a creature with Vayne’s face. He screamed several things at me before I babbled incoherently to excuse myself.
The Ultimate Mark was also in the room, strange as it may seem. He just seemed to want to drink the punch, which oddly enough not many people touched. I pray none tried to initiate battle with it.
I suppose their tales can be saved for their own diaries. I believe that overall, it was a grand time.