#bwstarters

“This carriage is running fare to Eternity Palace and the surrounding market. Anywhere else and I’m gonna need double the shillings. You don’t like it, find another coachman.” That was the thing, there weren’t any other coachmen in Higher Avalon. None that were worth their salt, anyways. Impatient, Jacob readjusted his grip on the reins as Gunpowder softly snorted, almost in synch with his owner. “You taking the ride or not?”

“I really shouldn’t chat for too long,” Stephen started, the recent revelation of the truth behind God Emperor Doom and Battleworld as a whole still weighing heavily on his chest. “I’m here on official business.”

“i believe i made it plenty clear, i don’t appreciate being bothered when i’m trying to think. now speak, or leave –– ” druig’s eyes glowed a faint gold for a moment, but no telepathic push was made.

“we can’t be seen speaking together, it’ll only draw unwanted attention.”

“i think my entire life is falling apart –– and no that’s not an exaggeration.”

“woah woah, hey! don’t come any closer ––” doyle took a step backwards defensively, a fireball growing and shifting between his palms.

The gut-wrenching realization that the past eight years of his life had been a carefully constructed lie was a lot to take in, and Miles was still struggling to continue on with normal conversations with people as if all of this was normal. As if things weren’t completely wrong here in this place known as Battleworld. Even the name itself was so on the nose that he was mind blown that people still didn’t even realize. “Yeah, I feel ya. I dunno, I just.. haven’t felt like myself lately. You know?”