Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160327210255/@comment-13488655-20161229221522

(Ok. This'll be the last post from me too. ^^ May I however ask your thoughts on this RP and how I could have made it better? )

Osiris groaned quietly as she picked up the box of paperwork. her least favourite part of the job. No matter how many times she did it, those pieces of paper constantly felt like the bane of her existence. Still, she knew that on this matter she didn't have a choice but to do the paperwork, so picking up the nearby coffee machine, she sat down near a desk and mentally prepared herself for several long hours.

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Meanwhile on the balcony of a pub in Mistral, Arthur was sitting down looking at the horizon with a full glass of beer nearby, pondering over the words in the communications log. Who was Hook? And why the hell did he want a bunch of terrorists to have those airships and be so calm about it?