LUCETI: .eight. [Voice/Action Post]

[gustofwinddance]

[Having been fortunate enough to avoid the hunter thus far, Albert is not wanting to press his luck when he finally does venture out--he's armed with his lance, he has his dragoon spirit around his neck, though more for the comfort the stone brings than any power he'd get from it in its semi-dormant state, and he's wearing his usual armor under his

Comments

[corrinesbell]

Albert! ...Stay where you are, I'll get there in a few minutes.

[gustofwinddance]

He is likely still outside. Please don't put yourself in danger on my account...

[corrinesbell]

I'll be careful. Do you know which building you're in?

[gustofwinddance]

[A pause, as if he's deciding whether or not he actually is going to tell her...and then realizing that if he didn't, she'd probably just check every building until she did find him.]

...the clothing store, I believe.

[divine_dragoon]

You people can never be silent when you're about to die, can you?

*Sounds oddly subdued despite the intended venom in the insult*

[gustofwinddance]

...unfortunately for you, I am not about to die.

[divine_dragoon]

Pity. Really, I couldn't tell.

*But worry not, Your Royal Priss, Lloyd is too tired to start any arguments.*