Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13172690-20140610012426/@comment-5290299-20140628224032

Zaffre used her sleeve to wipe some of the sweat from her brow. The lasers, while not harmful to the weapons, were known for radiating heat. She had finsihed one skate. Her eyes scanned the nearby digital clock.

"...Huh...only eight minutes. Not bad." The weaponsmith congratulated herself as she removed the one boot from the iron stool. Placing the second one on it, the blades kicked out and Zaffre grabbed the cleaning laser once again.

"Are you girls okay?!" Her soft, gentle voice echoed through the room and reached the store.