Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20140301202435/@comment-24296957-20140301203143

Aurus was deep in thought at his workbench. He had just came up with a concoction of Dust that made steam effectively, with a tactical draw. A carefully measure combination of red, blue, and yellow dust - some of Aurus's favorites. He sat, hunched over the bench, music playing through a speaker system on either side of the bench. Hanging on the wall above the bench were Tebuki, field stripped, and cleaned.

Earlier today during sparring, Aurus noted one of the bolts holding the banded knuckle threaded and fell out. He had just repaired the problem and did his nightly cleaning. He had just loaded a few magazines of his new dust mix when he heard a knock at his dorm room door.

I wonder who that could be, Aurus thought as he got up to open the door.