(Hm... I'm really discouraged to write one of these, but does it matter? If I
get one flame, one flame, this story's gone. I haven't beaten WA3 yet, so I
won't list many of the facts. I'm not good with personalities though...)
The Demon Lord, Haruko-Chapter One
Virginia closed her eyes, re- attempting to sleep. She felt tired, yet relieved that most of the troubles were over. However, she felt uncomfortable about the future.
She sat up, not able to sleep. Deciding to take a walk, Virginia stood up and walked over to her door.
Jet leaned back against his chair, taking a short gulp from the wine bottle. He closed his eyes. "Why can't I just ignore this? What am I supposed to do now?"
"Jet?" He opened his eyes and turned to see Virginia standing next to the stairs.
"What?" he asked. Virginia shook her head and sat next to him. "I can't sleep so, I just came to see what you were doing."
Jet stood up. "Well, mind me asking why you can't you sleep?" Virginia smiled slightly. "I'm just worried about what's going to happen when we take our different paths."
Jet walked over to the door. "Isn't it obvious? We'll all take our own paths. It's not like it'll change anything. Everything will just be the same before we met up. I'm fine with it." He exited the saloon, leaving Virginia to follow him.
"How can you say that?! We worked together to get where we are! So, how can you say everything will be the same?"
Jet climbed on his horse. "Maybe it'll be different for you, or everyone else. But maybe you never really took the time to think about everyone else's problems. I hope you don't think we're all the same, because if you do, then I wonder if you changed yourself."
"What?" Virginia murmured. "I'm going for a ride," Jet stated as he rode out into the night.
Virginia walked back into the saloon. She leaned against the wall. "Have I changed? When I became a Drifter, I really only thought of myself, but what about now?"
Gallows and Clive walked into the saloon fully awake, only to see Virginia resting leaning her head on the table, sleeping.
Gallows walked over to her. "Ginny, wake up. It's morning."
Virginia opened her eyes and sat up. She rubbed her face. "Gallows, where's Jet?" she asked, looking up at him.
Gallows frowned. "Haven't seen him."
Virginia stood up. "Sorry, I'll go get ready." Virginia speedily walked up the stairs. Gallows looked up. "Okay, we're going to take a morning ride," he called after her. He then turned to Clive. "That is, if you want to come?"
Clive smiled and pushed his glasses up. "I have nothing more to do."
The two walked out of the saloon, the sun bright. They walked onto the dry ground to see Jet sitting down on the porch.
Gallows turned to him. "Hey punk, where have you been?"
Jet looked up at them. "I was thinking, and where are you two heading off to?"
"We're taking a ride, want to come" Gallows answered. Jet stood up. "Why not?"
The three rode out into the hot wasteland, a few monsters attacked, only to be fought off.
"So, there a reason you dragged me out of the shade?" Jet asked. Gallows turned to him. "Hey, you were the one who wanted to come."
"Both of you, come help me," Clive stated, attracting the attention of the other two.
Clive ran over to a young boy lying on the ground. "Are you all right?" he asked urgently as the boy looked up at him.
He was wearing a white shirt with beige pants. Dark blue hair covered his hair. "I- I'm fine. Just a little shaken up, that's all," he said weakly.
Clive nodded and helped him up. "Gallows, do you mind him riding with you?"
Gallows shook his head and helped the boy up onto his horse.
Jet watched a tad annoyed. He began to turn when he noticed the boy had a strange mask sticking out from his pack. It resembled the masks of the demons, which sealed the Dark Spear, but something was different about the mask. Jet almost thought he saw it glow, but shook it off and began to ride back to the saloon.
The Demon Lord, Haruko-Chapter One
Virginia closed her eyes, re- attempting to sleep. She felt tired, yet relieved that most of the troubles were over. However, she felt uncomfortable about the future.
She sat up, not able to sleep. Deciding to take a walk, Virginia stood up and walked over to her door.
Jet leaned back against his chair, taking a short gulp from the wine bottle. He closed his eyes. "Why can't I just ignore this? What am I supposed to do now?"
"Jet?" He opened his eyes and turned to see Virginia standing next to the stairs.
"What?" he asked. Virginia shook her head and sat next to him. "I can't sleep so, I just came to see what you were doing."
Jet stood up. "Well, mind me asking why you can't you sleep?" Virginia smiled slightly. "I'm just worried about what's going to happen when we take our different paths."
Jet walked over to the door. "Isn't it obvious? We'll all take our own paths. It's not like it'll change anything. Everything will just be the same before we met up. I'm fine with it." He exited the saloon, leaving Virginia to follow him.
"How can you say that?! We worked together to get where we are! So, how can you say everything will be the same?"
Jet climbed on his horse. "Maybe it'll be different for you, or everyone else. But maybe you never really took the time to think about everyone else's problems. I hope you don't think we're all the same, because if you do, then I wonder if you changed yourself."
"What?" Virginia murmured. "I'm going for a ride," Jet stated as he rode out into the night.
Virginia walked back into the saloon. She leaned against the wall. "Have I changed? When I became a Drifter, I really only thought of myself, but what about now?"
Gallows and Clive walked into the saloon fully awake, only to see Virginia resting leaning her head on the table, sleeping.
Gallows walked over to her. "Ginny, wake up. It's morning."
Virginia opened her eyes and sat up. She rubbed her face. "Gallows, where's Jet?" she asked, looking up at him.
Gallows frowned. "Haven't seen him."
Virginia stood up. "Sorry, I'll go get ready." Virginia speedily walked up the stairs. Gallows looked up. "Okay, we're going to take a morning ride," he called after her. He then turned to Clive. "That is, if you want to come?"
Clive smiled and pushed his glasses up. "I have nothing more to do."
The two walked out of the saloon, the sun bright. They walked onto the dry ground to see Jet sitting down on the porch.
Gallows turned to him. "Hey punk, where have you been?"
Jet looked up at them. "I was thinking, and where are you two heading off to?"
"We're taking a ride, want to come" Gallows answered. Jet stood up. "Why not?"
The three rode out into the hot wasteland, a few monsters attacked, only to be fought off.
"So, there a reason you dragged me out of the shade?" Jet asked. Gallows turned to him. "Hey, you were the one who wanted to come."
"Both of you, come help me," Clive stated, attracting the attention of the other two.
Clive ran over to a young boy lying on the ground. "Are you all right?" he asked urgently as the boy looked up at him.
He was wearing a white shirt with beige pants. Dark blue hair covered his hair. "I- I'm fine. Just a little shaken up, that's all," he said weakly.
Clive nodded and helped him up. "Gallows, do you mind him riding with you?"
Gallows shook his head and helped the boy up onto his horse.
Jet watched a tad annoyed. He began to turn when he noticed the boy had a strange mask sticking out from his pack. It resembled the masks of the demons, which sealed the Dark Spear, but something was different about the mask. Jet almost thought he saw it glow, but shook it off and began to ride back to the saloon.