Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-2135507-20130613052003/@comment-933831-20130617070000

Cicilia nodded, standing up. "Um... I guess that would be safer." She clutched her scissors tightly, feeling the familiar feeling of the blades cutting the air in her pouch. It was strange but soothing... The air would refrain from movin back for a few seconds, creating a strange pull when the scissors moved, not unlike a vacuum. She lead the way back to the plaza, but stopped and hesitated when she saw that same woman talking to a police officer just outside the tailor shop. "It's... It's her again...."