Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140715051349/@comment-23929867-20140804183540

Kitty was getting a bit nervous. She was not used to being the dominant one in a conversation, especially amongst strangers. But this girl was so timid that she felt like anything she said would just pull the attention to herself. And if it was anything else, she would have piped down, but this was weapon design, the one area she specialized in. If she couldn't speak up about this, she couldn't speak about anything.

"W-Well, my dad's a member of the board of directors at the Vulcan Refinery Corp, so I know my metals," she said. "And weapon design and construction is my ... favored pastime." It was her only pastime, in fact. Her beret, now tilted to one side and fully exposing one fox ear while covering the other, had a number of pins on it, each one of a weapon she had designed, from a sniper rifle sword to a spatula that transformed into a pistol.

"I, um ... I brought a sample of my work, if, um, you wanna see it...."