Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7838080-20131225042819/@comment-11588669-20140102081756

Ambrose glared at the man who could not SHUT UP. And his expression showed his vexation. The mute teen gestured to the girl, stance implying that she would not be moving even with aid anytime soon. His entire posture showed anger at the man.

Then he noticed her eyes watching him. She was...healing? The sniper set his rifle down, then leaned over to look at her. He pulled off his hat, and lowered the bandana so no shade got in the way of his inspection. Sharp eyes viewed the burnt skin as it reknit itself, healing, replacing the old charred cells with new ones. That was a rather interesting ability, but he was more concerned with the pain she was dealing with. It could be as much of a detrament as the wound itself.

He looked at the other girl. She was small, and obviously a faunus, not that he cared. He signed out his findings to her, and told her that on no uncertain terms was he moving until Chamoisee could move properly. He also added in that she should tell the girl that.

Sometimes, being mute sucked.