Reunion in the Rain.
Who: Larsa Ferrinas Solidor & Penelo
Where: Warehouse on Gar Road
When: Evening
Rating: PG. Maybe a bit of mild violence.
Summary: Larsa had always taken it upon himself to watch over Penelo as best as he could, and now was a time when she needed just that.
the log:
Larsa knew the whereabouts of his female friend, and knew exactly how to get there. It wasn't the directions he feared, nor was it the acidic rain. It was those creatures, the ones he had been warned about. He fumbled around his small apartment room for any kind of covering, and decided that the table cloth he used as a blanket would have to do. Wrapping it around himself he stepped out into the fading downpour, sword in hand. There weren't as many live demons as there were corpses of ones that had been slaughtered by his fellow hostages. The rain did not sting as much as before either. Perhaps it was loosing it's bite? Or maybe he was just growing immune to the pains of this city. Larsa doubted it highly.
It wasn't long until he found the long row of warehouses. Which one was she in? There were so many. Quickly, but quietly he made haste down Gar Road, peeking in every window and every doorway.
"Penelo!" He called harshly into the rain. "Penelo, it's Larsa!"
Where: Warehouse on Gar Road
When: Evening
Rating: PG. Maybe a bit of mild violence.
Summary: Larsa had always taken it upon himself to watch over Penelo as best as he could, and now was a time when she needed just that.
the log:
Larsa knew the whereabouts of his female friend, and knew exactly how to get there. It wasn't the directions he feared, nor was it the acidic rain. It was those creatures, the ones he had been warned about. He fumbled around his small apartment room for any kind of covering, and decided that the table cloth he used as a blanket would have to do. Wrapping it around himself he stepped out into the fading downpour, sword in hand. There weren't as many live demons as there were corpses of ones that had been slaughtered by his fellow hostages. The rain did not sting as much as before either. Perhaps it was loosing it's bite? Or maybe he was just growing immune to the pains of this city. Larsa doubted it highly.
It wasn't long until he found the long row of warehouses. Which one was she in? There were so many. Quickly, but quietly he made haste down Gar Road, peeking in every window and every doorway.
"Penelo!" He called harshly into the rain. "Penelo, it's Larsa!"