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[Trish rolled to her feet, brandishing Luce and Ombra, glancing over the top of her sunglasses. A church, huh? This didn't seem right. Trish stood up slowly, sneering slightly at the sight of the cross over the altar, and marched towards the doorway, holstering her guns. There were no threats here -- nothing she could sense, at any rate. High-heeled boots clicked loudly on the floor as she walked, one hand placed on her hip as she pressed open the double doors with the other.
It was night, and the lights of the city below sparkled almost like stars on the ground. Trish, however, frowned. She had the distinct feeling that this was not where Mundus had wanted her to end up. The frown was followed by a grimace, and Trish stepped outside, reaching back to feel for Force Edge -- thankfully, it was still there. Trish pulled off her sunglasses and clipped them to the front of her corset with a small smirk.
First stop, the local bar. If she could get information anywhere, it'd be there. Human men didn't know what hit them when Trish was involved.. it was like taking candy from a baby.]
It was night, and the lights of the city below sparkled almost like stars on the ground. Trish, however, frowned. She had the distinct feeling that this was not where Mundus had wanted her to end up. The frown was followed by a grimace, and Trish stepped outside, reaching back to feel for Force Edge -- thankfully, it was still there. Trish pulled off her sunglasses and clipped them to the front of her corset with a small smirk.
First stop, the local bar. If she could get information anywhere, it'd be there. Human men didn't know what hit them when Trish was involved.. it was like taking candy from a baby.]