Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20160107051055/@comment-26571677-20160107202527

He'd actually been asleep. The trials had taken more out of Amilanthior Nightshade than he thought it would. Coupled with the recuperation and rest needed as well as school, he'd had a pretty tough week. And who could blame him? He did have to shoot off his earlobe, after all.

But in all honesty, he didn't blame the girls for avoiding him. It kinda made sense to him, he wasn't sure anyone would be willing to approach someone who'd been completely silent and hadn't moved through the whole trip. Plus, he had his hood on, come rely concealing his facial expressions, just adding to the creepiness.

Speaking of the girls, they were rather...peculiar, to say the least. The two of them were near polar-opposites. One of them, had hair dyed green, and seemed to be much more outgoing and friendly than the other. The girl was dressed amusingly like a maid, save for the thick belt, and revolver on her lower waist.

The second initiate was very different. She preferred reading, which Asper approved of, and was genially quiet and somewhat on edge for the whole trip, which Asper assumed was because of him. She had a prosthetic, metal arm, which drew his attention. That thing looked dangerous, and he doubted that the fist was it's only form.

Still, he should at least try to make contact, they were basically in the same family now, and he have to get to know them, one way or another.

"I don't know anyone else who reads books from before the Great War. Jules Verne is a pretty good writer, but I myself prefer Harper Lee over anyone else."

He stopped talking, and prepared to head out and into the HQ of his new group. He would see them again, it would definitely not be the last time he met with those two girls.

He could feel it.