Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20151221111001

In a certain dorm room in Beacon, an echidna faunus had her head practically glued to the weapon in front of her. Chamoisee had a screwdriver in hand and was applying quite a bit of force to something in Quilled Ire. Grunting quietly for a moment, the object she was trying so hard to remove suddenly popped out.

"Gottcha you damn thing!"

What she was so gloriously brandishing in the air was a spine from her own head. Somewhere along the line, it had become stuck in her weapon. How she didn't know, but she had spent the last ten minutes trying to break it out. Looking around the room victoriously, Chamoisee discovered rather quickly her team was not nearly as interested in her success as she was. Mainly because two members weren't here any more. Her mouth closing with an audible clop, she glanced at Brick.

"Ahh, don't mind me. Just uh, doing a thing."

Focusing her attention instead upon the offending spine, Chamoisee ran her free hand over her hand, checking if any were broken. 