[ So often lately Betsy tries to keep to herself. Occasionally she has far more success than others. Tonight is a night of less success. Of course with her it couldn't simply be less success, it had to also be the worst luck she could possibly imagine. The mind is what she feels first — familiar and yet foreign at the same time. Overwhelming in the way only his could be.
Is it a trick of this place? That's the first thought that comes into her mind and it echoes into his. ]
Is this real?
[ Does she even want it to be? Whether she does or not that's certainly his familiar coat, his uniform. Her own uniforms are tucked in a closet back in the apartment she calls home here. Instead she wears a simple lavender sundress that stops at the knees, black stockings, and a crimson suede jacket resting on her shoulders. Sliding up next to him at the magically appearing bar she just stares for a moment before speaking, voice sharp and yet with that hint of emotionless he'll probably recognize more than any other here would. The echo of what she gave up for him. ]
I would have thought you'd jump at the chance to play Robin Hood.
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Is it a trick of this place? That's the first thought that comes into her mind and it echoes into his. ]
Is this real?
[ Does she even want it to be? Whether she does or not that's certainly his familiar coat, his uniform. Her own uniforms are tucked in a closet back in the apartment she calls home here. Instead she wears a simple lavender sundress that stops at the knees, black stockings, and a crimson suede jacket resting on her shoulders. Sliding up next to him at the magically appearing bar she just stares for a moment before speaking, voice sharp and yet with that hint of emotionless he'll probably recognize more than any other here would. The echo of what she gave up for him. ]
I would have thought you'd jump at the chance to play Robin Hood.