Who: Tear, Guy, Luke, and Asch
What: Tear trying to explain Paradisa's secret and failing, MISERABLY.
When: As soon as people get their butts up to her room!
Where: Room 1511.
Rating: PG? PG-13? If anything, for language...
Tear paced around her room nervously. Biting her lip and trying to stop her hands from fidgeting. She had finally found out
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Wrong.
Guy threw frustrated glances at the numerous rooms in one of the many, many random hallways that made up the castle that held them all captive. It would've really helped if he asked the damn question.
"What was her room number again?" the question was asked not really to himself but mainly to the two that accompanyed him. Hopefully one of them knew. The servant prayed to Lorelei that one knew where they were going. Because surely, Guy proved useless as of now.
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He was running possibilities through his mind. Battle tactics, in the event that this world had a master they would have to fight in order to free themselves. He mulled over his skills, and which could be useful in any sort of interdimensional travel, if that needed to be done.
Fuck, he didn't even know anything about travelling between dimensions. All he knew is that he was in another one, but he didn't want to be. Not if Auldrant was still in danger.
Lost in thought, he wasn't quite paying attention as he bumped into someone else. Immediately words shot to his tongue, prepared for some sort of insult or a demand for clearance. However, one glance at who he had bumped into brought all that to a halt. He knew that hair and vest. He'd seen them dozens of times before.
"...Guy?"
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"Asch."
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"You're going to see Tear, right?"
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"Yeah. I haven't a clue where her room is," he gave a nod and added, "I forgot to ask the number, though." He scratched his cheek sheepishly, feeling a tad bit silly for being so careless.
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Small talk had never been his forte, so he merely added, "Let's go."
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He closed his eyes and opened up the connection he had with his replica. It was something he rarely used, but it was convenient nevertheless. Calling it forth always produced a strange noise, due to the fonons involved, and it quietly echoed in the stairwell.
"Hey, replica. Are you coming?"
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