Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20161029044540/@comment-13593058-20161106045400

"It's in the area." a female voice interjected causing all heads to focus over the shoulder of the project lead, Orran.

Sitting on a boulder was a woman clad in an impressive skin suite, a trailing blue coat etched in white and gray, and a black, reenforced chest-piece which protected her from both the elements and harm. Those who caught a glimpse of her face quickly forgot the images and was instead fixated on the simple white mask erasing her face. Those who knew the name of Memories now know that she was indeed, real, and not an illusive tale made as a bar story, the resemblense was unmistakable.

Memories got up from her seat and proceeded to fumble with the bun she had tied her hair in and released the long tail from its prison. As she approached, many noticed the weapons by her waist: a blade, lodged into a unreasonably sophisticated sheath, and a pair gleaming and well maintained pistols.

"The town is quiet, so it must be in the surrounding outskirts." she continued, walking right past Wisteria with little concern. However, her attention was quickly given to the youngest member in the group, Artoria, of whom Memories seemed agitated by.

"I hope she wasn't a student in one of my classes." she thought to herself.