Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20181211191505/@comment-25363089-20190114035830

Nickelae was in the changing room for quite some time as he kept changing in and out of different clothes; Until he stumbled upon a pair that he liked; To which it wasn't anything fancy and he did do some minor modifications to his appearance; While looking himself in the minor in that he used his own claws to cut his silver hair down to size as it now. Only fell pass his shoulder. To which he quickly tied it up in a tie with some string.

From there he got on a long sleeve silver t-shirt; After that he putted on a brown fannel shirt over it and putted on his other finger next to his beowolf one. A silver ring and for his lower attire; He putted on some grey torn jeans and some steel toed tip boots. He then putted on a straw cow boy hat and some sun glasses to finish the look. He looked like a countery boy which was fine by him. To which he stepped out to show Glyfie. "Taaadaa~..How do I look? Like a local right?". Nickelae asked the older woman curious as to how he looked he hoped that it was enough to hide his idenity as they made their way to his uncle's circus.

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Lark nodded in approval to what Arthur was saying; ''Well it sure does seem like he really has changed; Which is good. His attitude as well. It would seem leaving us really was a good choice on his part..and this Faunus girl must be really something if. He isn't wanting to leave her.. ''Lark thought to herself as she smiled and walked towards Arthur thrusting her hand out to shake his hand. "Well Arthur;

You truly have changed over the years as well..The old Arthur would have been already up in my grill trying to challenge me to a fight. To let him join..But you..your not wanting to. Even though we told you how lousy our new commarade can be. An for what?..For family..and that good sir..Is why. You are gonna be on team LARA again..at least..The Mistrial branch that is. You can be our back up for when. We are here and in need of back up. How does that sound? Partner?". Lark asked Arthur even though every viber of her being was telling to not let this man touch her.

She fought back against her mental sheilds and held back her urges to get sick and get angerier. It showed as well in her body as it was acting. Like he was like some living breathing being of fire. Her hand wanted to flinch away and go for her swords on her hips but she was trying to fight it. Fight this sickness that those bandits gave her all those months ago. She was gripping her hand now with her other hand to keep it out towards Arthur.