Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5494158-20160514220014/@comment-26571677-20160515223942

Dust smiled, the cigar bopping up and down in his mouth. This might actually prove to be interesting, he was always happy to help. Looking at the photos though, he was sorry to say that he didn't recognise any of them. He barely spent any time at Beacon at all. Only coming every once a while to report in, or train with some newbies.

He was momentarily surprised at her willingness to help others, but shook his head at the thought. What was he thinking? All of these huntsmen in training were this selfless, probably. It was almost saddening to think that they would have to encounter the real world in a while, which was much, much more unforgiving.

Almost.

"Right, I'll help ya, no harm in havin' a hunter along, is it?"

He pulled the cigar out, and used his robotic hand to snuff it out, putting it back in it's container. The scent of fragrant smoke still lingered about him as he did so, and he threw back his poncho, looking at Beryl with striking blue eyes,

"So, where are we going to find these silly blokes?"