Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20161029044540/@comment-26571677-20161222071326

Dust hopped down from his perch, sheathing his blade on his back, and waved nack at Kreautznauer, confirming that he was okay.

The man clad in tan walked briskly over to the main group, brain already considering why the attack had happened, and what could have cause it. He managed to catch a small portion of what Wisteria said, and narrowed his eyes at her as they changed colour under his hat.

''Bloody hell, she's a lot more dangerous than I thought she was. I'm not sure if the group'll be able to hold together with that kook in tow...But how can one person generate so much negativity? Is it even bloody possible? Fuck me...''

"Right. So we all know what just bloody happened isn't normal. I've not ever seen a group like that so bloody concentrated on manhunting one group. While I was scouting, I noticed that they weren't headed for me. They were making a bloody beeline towards you guys. So, what's the deal with that? I bloody doubt on my lucky stars that one single galah like her can generate that much hate and shit feelings."

Dust crossed his arms, face void of his usual cheerful smile, which was replaced by a slight scowl, a look unfit for him, but something that conveyed what he currently felt.