Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24260323-20150805012917/@comment-7489529-20151210012247

Settling down, Seager took some deep, cleansing breaths; in through the nose, out through the mouth. It helped when his semblance was going crazy. Sitting in a seat by the wall, Seager propped up Lamia Anchor on the wall, and rummaged around in his vest, taking out the tooth he had chopped from the grimm earlier. Clenching it in his fist, he sighed. In all likelyhood, he wasn't ready to face that fiend yet. Soon, though, he'd be strong. He'd be so strong, no single grimm or person could stop him.