Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140120213039/@comment-24.58.240.173-20140123050422

Teala tensed up. She could hear the girl's heartbeat. This was not a good place to be at, not a good place at all. She quickly ended the composition, drawing a few funny looks from the nearast bargoers as she rose, bowed to no-one in particular, picked up her mixdeck, and started walking towards the stairwell that would take he to her soundproofed room upstairs.

Royce held a hand open beneath the bar, and the Boilermaker let out three small puffs of cyan dust that quickly became miniature will-o-the-wisps as his semblance grabbed hold of them. This many combat-ready students getting creeped out by the same mercenary didn't spell out good things for the future of his bar. Or for his insurance adjuster's blood pressure, for that matter. Especially when said merc was claiming that the boy who Royce'd seen dismantle an AK-130 with his bare hands needed "combat training."

Umbert sniffed the air. It was a myth that faunus could smell fear. It was however quite possible for certain types to detect emotional tension in general. And the Brew and Bunk was very, very tense right now. The faunus folded his arms, his right hand coming to rest on the knob of his collapsed Stun Axe, which hung from the inside of his longcoat.