Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20130919213800/@comment-10380701-20131122083847

"Hm." Melira looked at the arsenals in display. She considered that the clerk was a White Fang, but didn't say anything because she may sound too discriminatory in the process. Of course... given the circumstances, the law of conservation of detail dictates that he is, indeed associated with the White Fang. she thought to herself as she eventually laid her eyes on a revolver of intricate design.

"Excuse me, but how much would this one cost?" she asked.

She didn't want to buy the gun for it's firepower, but for inspiration. After all, she's already weaving a story in her head as she looks at it.

''Thus, the crimson-haired youth raised her gun. There can only be one victor...''

She was brought back to reality by Black requesting to buy one of the pistols in display. Coincidentally, it was designed exactly the same as the one he used. Most likely, it was created by the same armsman.