Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150806184438/@comment-26130256-20150911164645

"Oh, good, you're awake," Uriel feigned relief. "I was startin' to worry that pumpkin-headed maroon had smacked ya a little too hard." Grabbing another chair and a table, he sat down across from the captive Faunus.

"Now then, we still have a handful of hours until tonight's... festivities start, and I for one always hated not knowing what's going on.  So I'll tell ya, within reason.  Ask away." As he spoke, he manifested his Semblance on his left hand, covering it with a sort of thorny Aura-construct.

"But believe me, trying to escape will only make things... messy." He deliberately scraped his fingers along the table, leaving five gruesome gashes in the wood.