Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20180831104140/@comment-5999656-20180901173003

"Rats, really?"

Titania and Farran stand above, both with their right hands pressed to the small black earpieces in their right ear. They resemble a pair of stone sentinels.

"Bullshit. More like psycho serial killer in a bird mask," Farran scoffs, letting his hand fall. There's a small chik sound, and the twin clawed gauntlets on his wrists extend out to gleam in the moonlight. "That sounds like our cue."

Titania, beside him, is silent. The wind blows her silver hair over her shoulder, and she quietly removes her silk gloves and stows them inside her suit. She flexes her metal hands, and a small panel in the palm of each slides out to bare a flawless Dust crystal embedded inside.

The duo take a step forward into empty space, and plummet the fifty or so feet into the packed earth below. There they stand in the shadow of the guard tower, crouched like lions ready to pounce. Farran raises a finger in the air and twirls it, a silent, taunting signal to the human forms a few paces in front of them: Get on with it.