Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20151128053601/@comment-24416658-20151129033343

Thorald didn't understand what he was doing here. He never really liked the idea of concerts. They were loud, full of people, slightly obnoxious. He would much rather be back in his dorm at Beacon. A new game had just come out, Noble Pursuit 3, the one where you got to blow almost quite literally anything up just for kicks. However, he was here, at this old dump, with a ticket in his pocket.

He had to admit, he was kinda sad that Phiorra, his partner, couldn't come. He was sure she would have liked it. However, the girl had told him to go ahead, since she was actually going to study. He sighed, passing through the gate, handing the robot his ticket, and being surprised when the machine just pointed in a direction. He never trusted these machines. Always seemed like they were going to turn on him for no reason other than the extinction of humanity. He shook his head. Too many movies.

In the end, however, what convinced him to come was uncertain. He just had this nagging feeling that it was a good idea. Even so, he made sure that he brought his weapon, along with plenty of dust cartridges. You never know.

Looking around, he found a nice location near the DJ booth. He hoped, in his mind, that this would be worth it.