Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20130609044857/@comment-933831-20130609151823

Cicilia flushed a bit red as Crystal touched her cheek. It wasn't often that anyone just came up and did that... Then again, these most certainy weren't nor circumstances. She looked in wonder as the book somehow turned into a broomstick. She... Had never seen magic before...

The tailor looked back towards the othere cages and the other girls. "But... What about the others? Are we just leaving the- Crystal!" Behind the mage, a man had crept from the doorway, club in hand. Going by her body's very first instinct, Cicilia swept her scissors twice. The second slash went through the shocked man's throat like butter, pouring crimson down her arm. The frst cut was more peculiar though... With that sweep of her scissors, she had actually cut the distance between them, placing her easily within range for an attack.

With a whimper, Cicilia staggered back from the corpse. "O-Oh gods.... I just.... I can't do this crystal! I-I just... I just killed someone..." She looked at her hand, a thin stream of his blood running to the ground off her twin blades.