Who:
veritadorata and
isthedeadcat (
usedpiece can jack this conversation at any time, though |D)
Where: GUESS WHERE Cherrygrove Inn
When: March 1, night.
Summary: Battler just couldn't stay there any longer, whether illusion or reality, staying still wasn't something he could do.
Rating: Pretty pg-ish
Log:
[He has his hard earned money from that job from hell. Clothes, food and a couple of snacks are ready too. Why couldn't he just walk out the door and leave?
Trisa looks at him with curiosity, then at the door.]
Yep, we're leaving. Didn't I tell you we would?
[The gastly doesn't look convinced as she flies towards the wall, and gives Battler another glance.]
...I'll call them when we're on the road. I'll wait for Maria outside, what's the big deal?
GAAAS!!
What?! I barely escaped from them last time. I...!
...
...I know they won't do anything to hurt me. And I don't want to hurt them any further. See... this is what happens when magic and reality collide. Witches and humans are very different things. I am a witch... I don't want to get bored, okay?
[Trisa just rolls her eyes and flies into Lion's room.]
W-WAIT!! TRISA!!