Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-10380701-20131021105231/@comment-9087084-20131027200307

Marianne gave Gretel a strange look. "A....a magic rock that comes.....out? So, I'm a stone butterfly?" she asked, genuinely confused.

Logan sighed at Black's half-baked answer. "Geez, you're no help!" He turned around to find something to kill time....only to collide right into someone. A strong arm picked him up, and the smell of smoke filled his nose.

Logan scratched his head as Greg Windel stood before him, a fresh cigar in his mouth.

"Uh....you do plays now?"

Greg shrugged. "Ozpin put me up to this. Said I needed to be more....recreational. Whatever that means....."