Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20170312033542/@comment-26104528-20171229030859

"Nice, though you can work some real magic with a belt." the Tigress shrugged. "You get any practice with your pen lately? Come to think of it, I probably should too..."

A majority of the pens in Flagg's office supply storerooms, particularly in the higher departments, weren't your average plastic deals found near the front reception and the showroom. These pens were of the solid metal variety and besides being very nice quality pens (no clogging, writes on most anything, and one solid piece with a cap) also made decent weapons as demonstrated by one of the recently recruited ex-destral.

"Gretel, you never told me you had a little sister. By the way, how's Hansel doing?"

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"Just confirms what we already knew." Honara mused to herself as she mentally noted down two of the banks from Pan's photos for further investigations. See if they were in line with the Realm or just storing thier money. I wonder if Azzie knows anything else about these banks...Maybe he and the rest of the 'quins hit them at one point?

"Gosh-darn it, Geuda, you couldn't wait 'til after they issued these out before going rogue?" Cordelia pouted as she looked over the expanded rifle designs. She felt confident that she could take on any user of those, what with her being a trained martial artist with 4 blades instead of one, but still. The cheetah's playful attitude dropped like a rock though, the moment she laid eyes on the last photograph of Tyrian's medical records.

"What was this going to be used for?" Geuda's tone grew grim as he looked intensely at Pan before immediatly turning over towards Wolfe. From thier exchange in the jeep earlier, he deduced the two of them must be connected and more connected than he was with Pan at the moment.

While that was going on, Honara couldn't help but spy Tyrian's reflection in a decorative mirror hanging on one of the walls. She gave the young girl a bright smile before turning back towards the group and motioning with her hand for the group to 'cut it out', pointing at the door with her thumb.