Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160909223421/@comment-26571677-20160918055118

Dust walked out of the shower, hair messy, towel over his back. He pulled on a new shirt from his backpack, and plopped down next to Danika, arms over the back of the couch as he looked at the Vytal Tournament preparation programmes with a grim expression on his face.

"I have a bad feeling about this year's festival. I've been hunting criminals, living with them, and observing them ever since our Team split. They were all a disorganised mess, doing whatever they could to not draw attention to themselves. But now...something's different, the bandits, they're all...uniform, with goals. Like a marching army, I dunno why but....it doesn't bode well..."

Silence hung over them for a while, the only noise being the newscaster, who went on talking about something to do with the popcorn being old, unimportant drivel, in general.


 * Ding!*

"Oh! That's the bloody pizza tacos, eh? Cool, I'm starving!"