Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20170211232718/@comment-25363089-20170304003230

"Right...right right...okay well then here i go..you know how i get my dust supply right? From home..well the reason for that is cause..well my folks are traders. They buy and sell all kinds of stuff from weapons to clothes so on and so forth..an well..to make a long story short..my dad is a merchant of death...An well..i kind of ran away from home...so..yeah.". Nickelae told narinj as he petted sorean. "....I was in one of my dad's investor's cantiers doing stock check...an well...I saw a crate..an when i went to check it for missing goods..i saw weapons..an an..well..kinda drawing a blank after that..i remember going home. Grabbing my weapons and going out into a field..when it was over. I had pretty much killed a bunch of grimm..An then my mom showed up..an i had to tell some one about what i saw..An what i should do. An she told me "Look son I am not going to tell you if your choice is or isn't right. That choice is yours. All I am saying is this your letting your emotions to cloud your judgement; Take a deep breath and exhale. Then think about it again this time from a point of view that isn't emotional.". An so I did and when i thought i came up with the idea of going to beacon..getting strong and going back home to beat some sense into my dad...but now....with Beacon destroyed...I am not so sure..i thought i had everything plan out..but now i don't know.". Nickelae said as he kept petting Sorean doing his best to fallow his mother's advice and not get emotional.