Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24502295-20130712003608/@comment-9087084-20130716234734

Friagne paused. The dark cloaked girl which had summoned it had run away. Tilting its head, it now turned towards the now gass filled area. Creaking, the Friagne took a few steps, making its way towards....somewhere. Suddenly, it heard a thump. Turning towards the sound's direction, the Friagne came before a girl in a maid's outfit. A car was near her, and Friagne assumed it belonged to her. But why was she struggling? By examining her looks, Friagne already knew that she was not possible material to become one of its tools.

So then....why? Showing no emotion, Friagne focused its masked face on the barely conscious girl, tilting its head in fake curiosity. Perhaps a song would make her feel better? Raising its violin stick to its left arm, the Friagne played a slow tune for its new audience.