Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20130930101955/@comment-11588669-20131001120711

Well this is...nice...

Jesus, what is wrong with him? He's a mercenary, not some lovestruck teenager! He growled in his head, than sighed aloud. Looking over the book, he picks out a line of text.

"Hmm. 'The Red Leaves Mountain quarry is heavily guarded, as to make sure that the volitile materials within stay safe.'" A grin spreads across his face. "Yeah, that didn't help. I seriously wonder why the hell would someone place themselves at the bottom of a multi-story building, surrounded by digging equipment." He shrugs, then looks back at the worksheet. It was about halfway done. His handwriting wasn't atrocious: it was legible, but not glimmering cursive.

"And humanity used this stuff to win a war with the Grimm? I'll admit, for those that use it, it's a great edge to have. But otherwise, it seems to be a crux. Hmm." He looked down at the next question.

Explain how Dust is used in everyday life, combat, and recreation for you, and a fellow student.

"Ah hell." This was one question he really didn't want to answer.