Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24260323-20151016153337/@comment-8723280-20151201082602

Mariposa seemingly ran on an endless source of energy, but instead of burning it off by running or any sort of exercise (that she didn't really like in the first place), the girl spent it through mindless, polite chatter, until finally, at whatever point of the day - they couldn't really tell in the truck - she fell asleep, much like Vale. And with a dreamless one at that, you could've said that she got a good sleep.

Well, would've, if not for the fact that a loud bang that immediately jolted the Archer awake.

Then followed with a series of other loud bangs, like with each and every noise, the truck threatened to crumple underneath this unknown force.

"What is that?!" She asked very loudly, lookingly desperately at Lady Lavender before casting an inquistive glance at their grey-haired companion. Her hand was poised, fingers clenched around the shaft of an arrow still in the quiver, ready in anticipating of a battle. It certainly felt the near becomings of one.

Her lips were in a state of rare downturnedness, her face only ever composed in such a way in instances like these. And she could hazard a thought on who the culprit behind these might be.

''The Crimson Devil. He's here.''