~~Collab between David and Tiana~~

The city of Paris only slightly improved David's mood. The people didn't seem interested in the Scotsman and his father as they made their way through. After getting their luggage (including all the books that the elder MacDonald insisted on bringing), they finally made their way to the catacombs. Many different teams were already preparing to go in. 

"Da, help me check our gear so we can..." David's voice trailed off as his father walked away to examine the architecture. The older man took a small notebook with him, jotting down notes and mumbling to himself. David could do nothing but shake his head. "Or I'll just do it myself." he said as he unrolled his backpack and checked their gear.
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Tiana couldn't help but turn and watch as what she could only assume were twins stepped up jovially and make their light quips. She couldn't help but grin at their tandem banter as they introduced themselves, seeming to lighten the mood. She herself kept quiet as everyone was welcomed by the woman named Effie and her brother, Otto. 

Once introductions were complete the group slowly walked down the entrance, almost too slowly for Tianas excitement. The redhead felt her jaw drop at the catacomb entrance, her bags hanging on her shoulder and rustling against the side of her light green dress. Quickly she shut it, but never took her eyes off the beauty that was in front of her. She walked slowly, glancing left and right, not watching where she was going.

“Oof.” she grunted, quite un-lady like..
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"Are you alright?" asked David as the red headed lass in front of him nearly tripped on a wayward stone. Tiana, I think. he thought to himself. The young scotsman himself wore a simple jacket with his holstered revolver underneath. He couldn't imagine wearing a dress down in this hell hole. Not that he was going to question her fashion sense. She seemed more than capable of taking care of herself. 

As he waited for Tiana to right herself, David looked at the catacombs that surrounded him and asking himself important questions like, "Why in god's name did he agree to do this?" "Was Duncan MacDonald a complete nutter?" and most importantly, "Why didn't I bring more bullets?”
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Tiana righted herself, hiding her embarrassment with ease from practice, skirts were not her favorite attire. "Yes thank you, David, right? To answer at least one of your questions, I don't believe the dead will be needing your bullets." She thought of the preposterous idea of the dead becoming, well, undead, and laughed to herself. "I am sorry to blunder in like that." she gave one last condolence before turning away to follow the leaders of the group.