Board Thread:Role Plays (Adult)/@comment-933831-20131208083125

Kierra like books. It was an odd statement, but she truly enjoyed their tales. Be it the heroic stories that remind her of Lord Gawain in his prime, or the tales of romance that light a flame in her chest, she would often come to this store on weekends to read something. It had been very rainy out, and she took great care not to get water onto the pages as she read.

The shopkeeper knew Kierra at this point, and knew she liked being left alone to read during her time there. He didn't much mind, she didn't cause trouble. After a few hours, a strange noise from the front drew her attention. A man with a gun was about to draw it. There were actually a few new men that entered... Her eyes darted around, drawing her blades as she slashed forward, cutting into the man about to draw on the shopkeeper. Having not realized he was in danger, the blade cut through flesh with no aura to bypass. His hand lay discarded on the floor, and she donned her mask as she prepared to fight. "Behind the counter, sir. I will take care of this..." 