forum Butterfly Effect (Time Travel RP, OPEN)

Started May 30, 2018 by @WriteOutofTime

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"Okay, no I'm not willing to die for something I don't understand," Dara said with a grimace, "but maybe if I understand it. Come on. My curiosity will eat at me forever if you don't tell me more."

"Hm. Now, milkshake place? Perhaps I will be able to give you enough that it will only nibble at you for a while." Reshef laughed at his own joke.

Dara smirked. "Fine. Milkshakes, then information. Deal?"

Deal. Timothy made deals. Stop thinking about her! He cleared his throat. "I do not make deals. Merely, agreements."

"Okay, whatever floats your boat. It's an agreement." Dara rolled her eyes. "Come on. Anyone else tagging along?" She looked around the lab.

Erza still had the guy's sword by her side and she raises a hand, "Uh… I could take him over there. You guys seem busy"

"Full offense, Ezra, I don't trust him with you." Dara shrugged. "Plus, he's going to give out some information. I'm not busy. Feel free to tag along, though."

"I can come," Petrichor murmured, watching Rose skeptically. "I'd like to figure out a little more myself." Like the good old times.

Erza huffs, "Is that how you guys see me? Untrustworthy? Wow… Harsh…" She sighs and clangs Rose's sword on the tiles floor

"It's better than getting viewed as a fatass," Petrichor replied stoically, poking his stomach and wiping doughnut crumbs off his sweater.

Erza wails and runs over to Petrichor, hugging him but accidentally banging his head with the butt of the sword, "Dont say that!" She wails dramatically

"What? It's true." Petrichor chuckled softly and adjusted his glasses, shying away from Erza's touch. His husband gave wayyy better hugs, no offense to Erza.

(Poor Erza! She's just trying to make him feel better!)
Erza sighs, suddenly feeling awkward. She looks around at the others then backs up and leans on the wall behind them. I try to be friendly and helpful and this Is what I get? Always being pushed to the side…

Hase raised his free hand. “I’ll go,” he said, while tossing his empty coffee cup in the trash.

Reshef nodded, feeling a bit off. "Now. Where is it?"

“Down the block,” Hase answered, grabbing his coat. “In between the guy who drives a tractor’s house and the druggy cafe.”

Dara adjusted her stained lab coat. She hadn't left the lab in like…three days. "Out we go." She pushed open the door leading out and stepped onto the sidewalk, squinting at the bright sunlight.

River followed them out. He had nothing better to do.