Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20140218013938/@comment-24296957-20140313190939

The bus came to a halt, jarring Amet from planning. He knew Regda didn't fully trist him yet. Hell, he didn't blame him. All they've been doing was taking - no action had taken place. Amet learned that actions speak louder than words. This case was no exception.

Amet nodded to Regda's words. He knew these might've been blunt, but they were honest. He appreciated that.

"Hey Regda," Amet said, "Since I'm not terribly good at talking, do you mind doing the talking? I'm not too...terribly gifted at socail interaction.  Is that ok?"

Amet gazed around at the buildings, many of which were nothing but piles of rubble. Looking around, he noted the landscape - Egaia was nestled in the foothills of a mountain, forest on one side, making a cresent around the town. Buildings were all height and width, varying in ragnes between each other. The perfect place for parkouring.

And the perfect place for Grimm to attack.