Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25151516-20140515233540/@comment-17970636-20140525044104

Finn smiled, weapon talk, the only thing other than ice cream that he would be fine with.

He grabbed the handle of his jutte from his back and pulled it out, revealing it to Afina.

"Lightning Storm, my jutte. Well, not mine per se, mine's still in it's box waiting to be used for the first time, this one was my fathers..." Finn's voice trailed off and a flash of sadness passed through his eyes. He regained his composure fast and then turned to Afina.

"What about you? What's your weapon?"