Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160209062713/@comment-25924729-20160302074129

Laura raised a finger in protest but stopped. They had a valid point, she figured after witnessing them casually murder a rival gang, they'd want to hide the evidence. But the Cardamom's apparently didn't care. ''I should run while i still can. ''

But then they mentioned slaves, and she paused midstep. Don't you dare, don't you dare, DON'T YOU FREAKING DARE!!!

''But they need you. ''

She sighed. I hate you, conscience, you know that?

She groaned and pushed her way to the containers, peeking inside at the slaves. They cowered form her, fear in their eyes. Laura kneeled in front of a young woman, ripped clothes and scarred legs evidence of suffering no one should ever have to endure. It made her sick.

“Hey, don’t be scared, I’m here to help.” She smiled reassuringly. Laura took the woman’s hand and closed her eyes in focus. Their auras glowed green and the woman gasped, her scars fading, replaced by a cool numbness instead. Before leaving Laura gave her a final, quick hug, then moved to the next slave, and the next, and the next…

Five heals in and a throbbing sensation began at the back of her eyeballs. Ten heals and the migraine spread to her temples, she felt dizzy and nauseous. Twelve and she could barely stand anymore.

Steadying herself against the wall, she smiled weakly at the remaining faunus. “Who’s next?” her voice barely more than a whisper.