¡OVERGROWN!
DISCLAIMER: I OWN THE THREE GAMES. I WANT THE REVAMP OF THE FIRST COMING OUT. I HAVE THE ENTIRE SERIES. BUT UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES DO I OWN THE RIGHTS TO WA.
The Afternoon a half day before...
The blazing sun bore down upon the weary travelers. A sudden heat wave on the planet Filgaia has sent things out of whack. The sort of change that causes chickens to act as dogs, and dogs as chickens. The wanted drifters, led by Virginia, have had their shares of hardship throughout it all. The heat wave hinders their travel. Their horses had died and they had to eat them one night (much to the protest of the majority of the group, but they needed food). The heat made everything harder. Treks were harder. Longer. Until one day...
"Look it there!" Gallows nearly died in heavenly bliss.
"A town?" Clive questions as he pulls out his map. "I don't see one on my map."
"That map is four years old." Jet observes. "In less than a year a town could form if the people tried hard enough."
Virginia stares at the rather mild sized town. "Lets' go and we can find out about that later."
"This better not be a group-wide mirage." Jet grumbles.
"Howdy." The man on the edge of town announces. The heat does not seem to bother him much.
Jet scowls. Virginia moves to the front. Clive plots a good conversation while retaining his questions about the town. Gallows simply just looks to the sign and reads aloud, "El Dorado. The Dorado?"
"Looks like your elementary language skills are actually good for nothing." Jet comments.
"Shut up."
Virginia ignores the two. "We were wondering if there was an inn and a place to eat."
The man points to the largest building. "That be town hall/the inn."
"Thank you." Virginia makes her way for the building. The three men stay behinds. Gallows and Jet to bicker. Clive to hold a form of Spanish Inquisition on the man they met. She figures it's the perfect time to get a bath in anyway.
"Hey, look there!" Jet points away and in the process steals a bit of gella from Gallows.
Gallows was too distracted with the young woman who was trying to sell dying flowers to people. She seems between Jet's and his age. She has a dark green hair colour. She was fine. Thus engages his playboy side.
"Not selling much?"
The girl looks to him with a timid look. She hangs her head and shakes. "No, not at all."
"Don't worry, I'll buy some." He grins with a wide smile. Too bad he no longer had a bit of gella when he looks. "Ah, shit."
"Here you go." Jet takes some dead flowers and hands her some of the money. Gallows is a bit perplexed by the sudden kindness of Jet.
The woman smiles. "Thank you sir."
Jet cringes. "Call me Jet, or something. I'm no sir."
"Thank you Mr. Jet."
Jet glares at her. "I'm the same age as you. Just Jet."
"Right, I'm Thorn."
"Thorn?"
"Yes."
"Thanks for the flowers." Jet walks by Gallows. "Thanks for funding me." He slips the pouch into Gallows' hands. He made his way off swiftly.
Gallows was ready to spout steam. He realizes he's still with the girl though. He still has money. "I'd like some to."
"Thank you."
"I'm Gallows by the way." He grins.
"I'll be sure to remember the names of you and your friend." Thorn reassures.
"Do you want something to eat?" Gallows offers.
"Not really. I need to sell the leftover flowers." She still had a small number of flowers. "Thank you though. Maybe another time."
"You're pretty cute." He mumbles as he stares into her green eyes. Her skin fair and pale. She blushes and looks down to her flowers. "Uh, sorry. I probably shouldn't have said that."
"No, don't be." She continues her downward nervous stare. "I never get such comments. Thank you."
"No problem." He turns with a wave and smile. "I'll be in the inn eating if you decide to change your mind."
"Thank you." Thorn bows and returns to her trade.