Board Thread:Role Play Discussion/@comment-24435042-20140717210338/@comment-1691394-20140720131235

Aeron Roch was nervous. A mere week ago he was a normal student, well he was within standard deviations of normality at least. But after 'borrowing' one of Beacon's airships and accidentally running over a chiropatractyl (or whatever it was called) in mid-air, things became a bit more complicated for the lad. And as he walked into the secret ARC facility thingy's lift, he began to wonder if stealing 'appropriating' that shiny, new Bullhead was a good idea. Would his life ever be the same again after this? Or would he be stuck as an ARC agent for the rest of his life?

"I think it'll be best for us not to think about it Mr. Brain." The boy thought to himself, as he started to hum to the elevator music. "If they'll let us fly their sheeny ships, then we'll be good." So Aeron let out one last sigh of resignation and grinned. Perhaps this whole gig as an ARC agent wouldn't be so bad. He was going to fight monsters, play with airships and blow things up; what he was going to be paid for was no different from what he was already doing at Beacon. So why worry?