Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20160517220115/@comment-24416658-20160711162343

Tanner wasn't gonna keep pushing it. He came here for a fun meetup and some food, and he wasn't going to just push Jet to talk when he clearly wasn't going to.

"Guess I should tell a story, now." Tanner cleared his throat, drinking some water. "Well, I grew up in Pedestal, to the southwest. It was an old mining town, not much to it, but there was this beautiful castle in the hills to the north. Anyway, thanks to that castle, my mind somehow got itself split into myself, who's talkin' to y'all right now, and my good friend the Knight." Tanner flared his aura, his eyes glowing. The Chief and his wife looked in surprise.

"Thusly," the Knight continued, "We were one and yet two. Traverse, we did, to yonder Vale, from whence we attended Signal, refining our art of combat. Forsooth, following we turneth to Beacon, and the following shall be history." The Knight sat tall, smiling, and the Chief's wife lightly clapped.

"Oh, what a lovely story!" she said.

"Yes, actually, you are a special case, son." The Chief concurred.