Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20140612165106/@comment-24296957-20140616023550

Akasma heard Ragnhild walk in before she talked. The boy closed his locker, Assa and Sino making a satisfying Chink! as they were sheathed. Checking his ammo, he secured his straps. He turned to face Ragnhild.

He noted that he was taller than he once again. Looking down at her, he stared into her eyes. He read their intentions. She seemed innocent enough, a sense of adventure lurked around her. Oddly enough, he was drawn by it slightly.

"Akasma Spia," he brought it hood down, showing his face in the light. Every feature was exposed - his copper eyes, black-to-blue hair, even the big, ugly scar on the right side of his face.

"It was not you who stepped the path of resistance," he sat down, motioning for Ragnhild to sit.

"'Twas the Avian before.  I...do not like being spoken for.  We all have voices, thus are all unique.  Cogs in a machine called Time and Life.

"But tell me," Akasma hoped the girl would note his memory of what she said earlier, "who are you, Ranghild the Puma?"