Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20140529203447/@comment-23309369-20140601033619

Morti followed the others inside the room, his slight nervousness was evident by how he kept looking around, he put his hands into his pockets, feeling the metal of his legs made him even more nervous as he moved along with the group. He looked at his metal boot-like feet, suddenly becoming extremely aware of how informal he looked.

His eyes moved to the girl who called herself Zaffre, the mention of a weapon shop piqued his interest. "A weapon shop eh?" he muttered to himself," 'wonder what kinda stuff is in stock..."

When another student, Akasma as the teen called himself, drew his weapons Morti took a slight step back, not entirely liking being away from his own weapon, which he wasn't allowed to use in the halls without prior permission that he lacked, being in the presence of unsheathed blades made him feel slightly uneasy.

He scolded himself internally as he tried to seem normal amongst the others, scratching the back of his head as he glanced around and trying not to bring too much attention to himself he simply waited for either a reason to contribute, or a reason to leave.