Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20151130050116/@comment-27128326-20151201031640

He groaned from the loud music blaring through the whole stage. His axes were sheathed on his back, but he wondered why security didn't bother to confiscate them. He'd let them try for fun, but, this was a party. While it looked rather fun, he felt a bit sad his partner or his teammates didn't get tickets. Indigo would have enjoyed it, Naraka wouldn't care, and Sameko was busy with Engineering club.

Despite his brief sadness, he took out his scroll. He went to Chatshot and did a selfie. His smile was genuine. He posted it as a story for his time at this Concert Crash.

He walked through the crowd and looked around him. The abandoned airfield was eye catching thanks to the lights. While he found the music rather unfitting of his tastes, he had to admit that it has a great beat.

He decided to take a pic of the DJ, so he got closer.

Despite his short height, young women caught attention of his incredibly toned arms. As he walked through the crowd, a woman would briefly caress an arm. He ignored them completely, only focused on his mission.

"This party is kind of annoying, but I guess this is a yearly concert."

He decided to smile and bop his head to the music as he walked forward. After a few minutes, he realized something.

He then looked at his axes, still sheathed.

"Wait, Concert Crash..."

He felt that was familiar, but, feeling he's getting too paranoid, shrugged and just walked forward to the front. He wanted to take a picture of the DJ, but he wouldn't mind brief photos with random strangers. Remembering his unconfiscated axes, he wondered if there are any cool Huntsman-in-training here too. He'd love to meet some in this party. If possible, he'd love to challenge a "lucky" guy or girl to a fight.