Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160209062713/@comment-26130256-20160402190429

"Please, dear, call me Opal.  And yes, it is," she giggled, hugging Daphne. During the hug, the maid could see the knives were actually some kind of bladed syringes. "Thank you for noticing!  I was just extracting a fresh batch while I was waiting.  Glad to find someone who appreciates it." The lady's demeanor was rapidly transitioning from dignified woman of lesiure to something like a schoolgirl who just found out that a classmate liked the same movies or music.

"But tell me, what do you like using?" she delicately snatched two of Daphne's darts from her belt and held them up to her nose. "Ah, good old aconitum; you have a taste for the classics.  But this other one... Hemlock?  And I want to say a hint of poison sumac.  Interesting combination, I'd have to think about it some more."