Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-8723280-20140419193959/@comment-11588669-20140422235830

Ambrose raised an eyebrow, but nodded all the same. Electrocution wasn't high on his list of ways to die. Just after getting mauled viciously by large, overbearing, and fucking loud armored animals with a lust for the entire destruction of the human race. And before Pomf. He fucking hated that song. He really, really hated that song...

Shaking his head, the mute began to pack up his table. His papers were organized and stowed away, and Final Echo was picked up. He slung the massive railgun across his back, the weapon settling diagonally from his right shoulder to his left hip. The stock stuck a good foot above his head, and the barrel nearly touched the ground. Sometimes he wondered how he could lift it. Mostly, he just deals with it. After awhile, it stops bugging you.

Turning, he gestured for his companion to lead the way. All the while hoping this 'Lucina' wasn't home. Didn't sound like it would end well...and with the mute's luck, he'd be on the recieving end of it.