[It's a rare sight, seeing Trish all bundled up. Granted her white sweater is low cut and showing off cleavage and ... that's all she's wearing, but hey it's an improvement, it at least covers her butt. And, and she's added a fur lining to the boots that George gave her. Just go ahead and ignore her chest for right now, it's just reacting to the ( Read more... )

[have a pacing Trish with both Luce and Ombra on the table, and practicing with a broom pretending it's a certain sword and making it into a boomerang. Throwing it to the ground and crying out in frustration]

You have got to be bullshitting me. Not one demon in the entire of Template? No demon masses working for Mu-

[just throwing her arms up in ( Read more... )

So! The two Sons of Sparda are in one spot. That's so fantastic, I can barely contain my glee.

Try not to keep me up at night, thanks.

[sitting, pensive]

At least my roommate wasn't here to see that. Can we pretend that never happened? That would be great, thanks.

[holding both guns in her hands, dangerous expression on her face. Obviously looking predatory. Please welcome Trish from the day that she was created! Lightning sizzles between her fingertips]

Where are the Sons of Sparda? [pulling back her shades, soft expression - deceivingly so as she feigns a maternal instinct.] Their mother misses them very ( Read more... )