Earning an early retirement.

[enigmaticknight.livejournal.com]

[Here's a Terra sitting in front of a large, electric fan. Armor on, cape missing. The talking weapons he could handle but everyone turning into random animals has convinced him that his dear old master was right when he said the darkness will make you delusional. But he's hoping it's just a side-effect from his thoroughly-shot nerves and that the fan blowing directly at his face will somehow make all this dressing room craziness go away.]

[Yeah, it's not working so far.]

Comments

[fragmentedblade.livejournal.com]

Hi Terra. [Grinning Key is grinning.]

[enigmaticknight.livejournal.com]

Hello, Cael. [Leaning just a bit closer to the fan now.] How's your arm?

[fragmentedblade.livejournal.com]

Better, but it'll have to take longer.

You don't look so good.

[enigmaticknight.livejournal.com]

You haven't found a healer?

[Slight nod. Trying to be cordial even when talking to what he thinks is a hallucination.] I'm alright.

[fragmentedblade.livejournal.com]

Not yet. I made a lot of friends though.

You sure?

[enigmaticknight.livejournal.com]

That's good. What about your wielder? Any sign of him?

It just takes time to heal... which you already know.

[fragmentedblade.livejournal.com]

[Shakes head] No, not yet.

You're not hurt, are you?

[enigmaticknight.livejournal.com]

... Shame. So many kids here that look just like him, too.

No, I don't think so.

[fragmentedblade.livejournal.com]

...who?

[enigmaticknight.livejournal.com]

Your wielder?