Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24260323-20151016153337/@comment-24260323-20151116073330

The convoy finally passed the last few farming communities before finding themselves in a dense forest with trees high enough to reach the sky, and the smooth paved roads slowly transitioned to a simple gravel.

The trucks' radio activated as Dirtnap's voice slightly resonated in the cabin:

"This is Dirtnap here, I'm just letting you know that we've received word that the main road leading to the village has become impassable, and all traffic is to go to the large bridge west of New Clayton. Your automated driver has been redirected to the Gladstone Bridge. Keep me posted if you receive any news. Dirtnap, out."

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A creaking sound can be heard by some of the more observant Hunters as the lid of the crate containing the 'Real Weapons' slightly opens.

Through the small crack, a couple of slender fingers could be seen holding up the lid as a pair of eyes observed their surroundings through the small gap.

After making sure nobody in the truck was watching, particles resembling dust or even bits of glitter began seeping from the crack in the crate and collecting themselves in a vacant seat next to the crate until the lid fell with a quiet 'thud'.

The particles began to quickly "meld" together at the base of the truck's floor, forming a pair of black shoes before quickly combining, and constructing clothes, flesh, and hair.

Now that she was out of that damn cramped box, she crossed her legs and stretched back against the walls of the truck. Her semblance really did a number on her, and hopefully she'd be able to do it again soon with enough rest.

"Doesn't really matter to me, Marie, I'll support you any way I can." Earl Grey said nonchalantly as she pressed the button to the next track on her music player, "Any questions about the plan, or perhaps me?"