If we all make terrible first impressions, does that put us in good company, or terrible? [ She hazards a joke, a bemused smile on her face that slowly falls, turning pensive. ]
...I was in a pocket dimension called Deerington. It was a small town in Maine, in the United States of America sometime in the 1960s, though more 'modern' media and technology could be found. [ She offers, slowly shifting in her seat so that she can pull her knees up comfortably to her chest. ] It was a place of nightmares, with numerous people dying brutal deaths each month by monster or manipulation, only to be revived and inevitably suffer again.
[ Era rests her chin on her knees, relaxing a bit more now that she's acclimating to their company. It's easier with Gladio nearby. He is trusted implicitly by Noctis and Regis, which would have made her trust him even if he hadn't already proven himself through their interactions. ]
It was miserable and I loathed it, but I found it preferable to Havenwell.
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...I was in a pocket dimension called Deerington. It was a small town in Maine, in the United States of America sometime in the 1960s, though more 'modern' media and technology could be found. [ She offers, slowly shifting in her seat so that she can pull her knees up comfortably to her chest. ] It was a place of nightmares, with numerous people dying brutal deaths each month by monster or manipulation, only to be revived and inevitably suffer again.
[ Era rests her chin on her knees, relaxing a bit more now that she's acclimating to their company. It's easier with Gladio nearby. He is trusted implicitly by Noctis and Regis, which would have made her trust him even if he hadn't already proven himself through their interactions. ]
It was miserable and I loathed it, but I found it preferable to Havenwell.