The Grand Opening

[driftingmods]

[A large WELCOME sign is hanging from the buildings when you walk into Levanta Town, but that seems to be the only sign that today is any different than any other day. The villagers are simply going about their daily business. However, if they are approached they are more than happy to explain the region as well as they can to any new arrivals.

Welcome to Levanta Town in The Drifting Land!]

Comments

[notinmtsilver]

Not when it comes to people!

[battlestandby]

Pathetic! After all these years, you're still this weak!

[notinmtsilver]

I'm not sorry for caring!

[battlestandby]

[Grunt of disgust right here, because your caring sickens him, Ash.]

You haven't really grown up... not one bit!

[notinmtsilver]

Because I care? That isn't childish at all!

[Ending up in a yelling match with you though? That's stupid and childish.]

1/2

[battlestandby]

You're childish because you can't control your stupid emotions! You're still nagging like you've got the right t--

[battlestandby]

[And a really nasty cough cuts Paul off mid-sentence. Paul's quick to turn away and cover his mouth with both hands, because he could feel that was his sick-cough and he definitely doesn't want Ash to see that.

He's silently cursing himself for getting this worked up.]

[notinmtsilver]

[Nope, he saw and heard that. You did not successfully leave his line of vision.

Ash looks really worried, and it seeps into his voice.]

... You okay, Paul?

[battlestandby]

... Yes.

[Not very convincing, as you might imagine.]

[notinmtsilver]

... It sounded pretty bad, Paul.

Maybe you should see a nurse.

[battlestandby]

[While he's facing away from Ash, he's wiping the blood off his hands on his jacket - thankfully the stains won't be as obvious on his dark-colored jacket. He's using the inside of his collar to clean his face.]

... Mind your own business, Ash.

[notinmtsilver]

[Since you're facing away from him, you don't see a very unimpressed look]

That sounded really bad. I think you should try to find medicine. [You can't say "mind your own business" to him. He always ends up in yours.]

[battlestandby]

[He'll whip around to give Ash such a nasty glare.]

Back off, already!

[notinmtsilver]

[He doesn't seem affected by the glare at all.]

No. You really need to see somebody.

[battlestandby]

Ash, shut up.

[notinmtsilver]

Not unless you take care of yourself.

[battlestandby]

[Paul opens his mouth to talk back again, but he pauses and turns around, having a brilliant new idea!

... Walking away from the source of his irritation.]

[notinmtsilver]

[Cause that works real well with Ash's.

He'll walk a few steps behind you.]

[battlestandby]

[He'll... just have to walk more briskly!]

[notinmtsilver]

[You are not the only stubborn idiot here, Paul.

He can walk just as quick-- plus his legs are longer.]

[battlestandby]

[Well, now that's gonna make Paul start to sprint!]

[notinmtsilver]

[His legs are a lot longer than yours.

All he has to do is walk a bit faster.]

[battlestandby]

[Well, now you're really pissing him off!]

Ash... stop following me.

[notinmtsilver]

I'll stop as soon as you promise you'll see a nurse. [That fussy nature of his? Never went away.]

[battlestandby]

Fine, whatever. I promise. Now leave.

[He doesn't really mean it, of course.]