Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24530736-20140514221319/@comment-24260323-20140517000753

"I wouldn't wanna see such a cutie with such a problem on her hand, y'know?"

Ferron stopped immediately as she heard that line, and struggled to contain her laughter, but to no avail. She couldn't help, but laugh at how cheesy it was.

"You'd certainly make your wife happy if you keep that up." Struggling to keep calm while wiping a tear from her eye.

"But, thank you. I'm not sure what I'd do if I didn't have this job."

Finally managing to regain her composure, Ferron tried to recollect the events that could have led to this situation. Almost everything the past week was routine, except for one day.

Yesterday's experiment with the new Dust Compound created by that one student.

What was her name?

"Damn," she thought to herself, "with all of these students, it's a miracle that she was able to remember a couple of their names, mostly the troublemakers like that Winster? Cedar? Fir? Whoever that was."

"Argent, I think I know what may have caused all of this. Do you know a girl with gold hair tied in a ponytail who's good with Dust Compounds? If not, I think I have a mission for you."