Who: Galahad [psykhe] & Percival [percival] What: Old friends meeting up. Where: NYC, a bar. When: After this. Warnings: TBD
Galahad was not a social man, he lived for one thing and one thing only- The Grail, and most of those who had known him during his life were aware of that. Times changed, yes, but he had never stopped looking for it once more, but as times moved on he too had to adapt to things. At first serving in religious orders seemed the right path- military religious orders that could lead him along a righteous path.
No luck.
When he arrived in this country things became harder. Not impossible, just harder and he had to find other ways of surviving- whereas it was volunteering at a local shelter to aiding a woman in distress. Galahad could shoot a gun as well as he could use his sword now, tools which were needed.
Pushing the door of his car open, he stepped out and instinctively buttoned up his coat. His watch said he was early, and Galahad felt a surge of displeasure for that- precision was key. Too early or too late- it would never do.