Yeah. I went after her, got filled with lead. She's long gone by now, from what I can tell.
There's at least two people that want me dead, and maybe you by extension. One of them's Michael. He knows what you look like. -Peers out the window through the blinds- That's a lot of guns...
...He's passing them out.
edited 14th Apr '17 9:52:50 PM by WonderSquid
I got shot in the back, while I was trying to leave. I don't know if they'll care.
I always knew I'd die in a firefight, anyway. -Seems weirdly calm about this-
That faery's gone. You still need to make money, and I don't want one of the only good things I ever put into the world to die with me. -Gestures for him to check the bag-
-There's a few materia, as expected. Four little green ones, probably never used-
-There are also four or five well-worn handwritten journals in there-
...You said it yourself, right? The patents alone would... -Scratches his neck- I tried writing a book. It's... it doesn't sound very academic, but I'm sure someone else that finished their school learning could understand it real easy and make it sound flowery. Those notebooks are everything I ever learned about magic, what it is, and where it comes from. I know more about that than anyone else alive, in this world or any other.
Earth hasn't discovered magic yet. You'd be the first.
edited 14th Apr '17 10:11:52 PM by WonderSquid

Outside
(looks at the metal weapons crate more closely.)
edited 14th Apr '17 9:42:38 PM by josh6243