Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140424024546/@comment-24416658-20140424143224

Tanner was inside the chapel, his sword's point on the ground, both of his hands on top of the hilt. He was kneeling down in front of the altar, a decrepit structure whose wooden materials had been rotting away for some time. The pews and vestibules were also rotting away, and Tanner was sad that nobody had wished to renovate the castle, save it from a slow death.

As he was silently praying, he heard a distant noise of a motorcycle. Finishing his prayer quickly, He stood up and ran towards the battlements, in order to be above the gate, ready to defend this ancient dwelling. Taking out his weapon as a sword, he got ready to jump, seeing the vehicle draw closer....closer....until...

Um, Knight, is that....

''Aye, Cowboy. It is.''

Tanner waited until Triste entered the opened castle gates, before jumping off the battlements, landing safely on the ground behind her.

"Good Eve, Lady Triste. I was not expecting thee."