Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13172690-20140405161329/@comment-27603392-20140406042512

Tossing the broken blade in the trash can, Idina opened the drawer for a set of custom sword blade she had ordered from a trusted source. Cheaper material, more durable even for someone like Sirce.

A small beep alerted the Huntress in training, and she raised an eyebrow as Idina removed her goggle - midway from putting the blade in the hilt, to glance at the screen.

A person, wandering too close from the airjet: Blue hair, dressed in formal clothes, armed. Rolled her eyes, the purple haired reached out for her white jacket and put it on, yellow sparks was triggered at the heels of her boot as she stepped out in the open field, hand on her hip.

"Need some help there, cutie ? You seem lost."