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Who: Galatea (ofthewhite) and Priscilla (honorablesecond)
When: After Priscilla's post. sob I am slow DX
Where: To the ruins!
Format: Paragraph
What: Galatea and Priscilla go explore the ruins and have a small chat to discuss some things.
Warnings: None at the moment
Galatea had been waiting near the ruins for some time and instead of staying seated like she had seen so many people do before the women was knelt down. Her claymore was strapped to her back and she still wore her armor and well...the standard uniform from her previous occupation. She may have already ditched the Organization but hadn't ditched the attire, and doing so now would pose a problem. There were no extra clothes, yet. But she supposed it didn't matter by now, the natives of Anatole or any of the people who came here just like her (with the exception of her fellow claymores) wouldn't be familiar with the uniform and what it stood for anyway.
That was always nice.
Nonetheless, despite the fact that Priscilla had intentions of asking some rather casual questions, Galatea had some of her own. The name of the other warrior sounded vaguely familiar and it piqued her interest slightly. Finally letting her hand wander onto the hilt of her sword she carefully pulled the weapon out to look at it, it helped pass the time at least.
When: After Priscilla's post. sob I am slow DX
Where: To the ruins!
Format: Paragraph
What: Galatea and Priscilla go explore the ruins and have a small chat to discuss some things.
Warnings: None at the moment
Galatea had been waiting near the ruins for some time and instead of staying seated like she had seen so many people do before the women was knelt down. Her claymore was strapped to her back and she still wore her armor and well...the standard uniform from her previous occupation. She may have already ditched the Organization but hadn't ditched the attire, and doing so now would pose a problem. There were no extra clothes, yet. But she supposed it didn't matter by now, the natives of Anatole or any of the people who came here just like her (with the exception of her fellow claymores) wouldn't be familiar with the uniform and what it stood for anyway.
That was always nice.
Nonetheless, despite the fact that Priscilla had intentions of asking some rather casual questions, Galatea had some of her own. The name of the other warrior sounded vaguely familiar and it piqued her interest slightly. Finally letting her hand wander onto the hilt of her sword she carefully pulled the weapon out to look at it, it helped pass the time at least.