Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20161217152507/@comment-25363089-20170126201248

Nickelae watched stuff go by as the taxi driver drove them towards the next spot. He was awe struck by all the advance tech and robots; "Oh wow. O.O...Wha..what..Just how advance is Atlas?". Nickelae wondered outloud as he kept his gaze on some stores seeing a few interesting weapons and gadgets and various other stuff. He wanted to get out and check them out but he figured he could do that later and maybe put some of the expenses on Lady Snowsword as equipment replacement or some other words.

He then thought about his sword and gaunlet and wondered if he did the right thing by going to his father's store rather than weighting to go to atlas for some parts. An a part of him did regret it and another part of him wanted to destroy his sword and do it all over again. But then he be out of a weapon again and that just futhered his frustation..but then he remembered his mother's words;

''Its not the weapon that makes the huntsmen its the person that weilds it that does. ''Which only bummed him out futher. ''Man! Here I am Nickelae Kojote! Son of Rasuk and Margrit Kojote. The Golden eye beast's spawn and i can beat grimm...but i couldn't even beat one boxer! I took on terrorists! An Yet I still can't slay a dumb nevermore by myself.. ''Nickelae thought as he sulked clearly bumbed by the turn of events especailly with the boxing one. He was growing he was for sure but it just felt to slow to him. His semblance was a storm yet he was just now starting to expand on it.