Trial Post: The Park

[cirrasurvivor]

The park had an interesting sight today. A woman, blond and fit, dressed in leather and armed with a sheathed sword found herself glancing about, almost madly.

She would pounce on the first poor soul who came by and demand the information she wanted.

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[cirrasurvivor]

"You!" Callisto shouted, pointing. "Come here and explain."

[cirrasurvivor]

"For your sake I should hope so," Callisto said, her hands settled at her hips. "What strange village is this?"

[the_hot_morgan]

Just out for a normal jog, no plans to kill anybody today.

Unfortunately.

[cirrasurvivor]

"You, oaf!" Callisto orders, pointing at him. "Come here and explain yourself."

[the_hot_morgan]

Oaf?

"Uh... I'm... jogging?" I explain as I walk over.

Maybe this woman got lost on the way to the ren fair.

[cirrasurvivor]

"I can see that," Callisto said, eyes locked on Dexter. "I mean as to why your manner of dress is so... peculiar."

[talk2dafireball]

Thank God she decided to wear her armor today.

"Can I help you?" she asked, ready to hurl a Fireball at this woman if she needed to.

[cirrasurvivor]

Callisto narrowed her eyes. "You are the first sanely dressed person I have seen."

[talk2dafireball]

"Hate to break it to you," Lina said as she propped her arms behind her head, "But we're the odd ones out, here."

[cirrasurvivor]

"This is ridiculous," Callisto said. "Is Louisiana populated solely my sniveling peasants?"

[prodigalpawn]

Connor was on his way to the gazebo with a cooler of drinks, and a book. He found himself distracted by the hot blond.

[cirrasurvivor]

"Boy, come here," Callisto barked at him.

[prodigalpawn]

Hmm. Interesting tone. Still, he saw little harm in seeing what she wanted.

"Hi, what can I do for you?"

[cirrasurvivor]

"Do you value your life, peasant?" Callisto asked.