Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13593058-20160813171701/@comment-27743663-20161130023822

Hearing her opponent's shout, Marain leisurely tilted her head over, her hat falling over slightly and blocking her vision. Quickly righting it, she bit her lip, realizing she didn't have much time left to think. She said that, but it's not like she had much to think on anyway. Was eye-poking allowed? Maybe if she jumped up and blinded him at the first oppurtunity, she'd have a chance. Then she could hone in and wail on him with her!...extremely...meager...punches...

This wasn't going to work.

Biting her lip further in frustration, she figured she'd have to resort to her final measure. Grabbing her hat and flipping it over in her hands, she dug into it and fiddled around, touching and grabbing for a certain object she knew she had in there. Succesfully finding it and pulling out, she now held triumphantly in the air a box filled with colored sticks, getting an amused look from Nigrum.

"Sticks," he said aloud, as if making sure what he saw was actually there.

"Colored sticks," she corrected pointedly, shaking the box up vigorously before looking inside carefully.

Fumbling with them a bit, she eventually grabbed a deep red one that caught her eye, pulling it out with all her might. Holding the chosen stick up high (or as high as possible with her height), she gazed at it intently, focusing all her will and desire onto the stick. Then pulling it in towards her face, she couldn't help but feel herself immediately cheated at the result.

"Typical..." she mumbled to herself in bitter dejection as she looked at he result, a meager 24 written in sharp block on the stick.

"So...you're fortune telling," guessed Nigrum, leaning in to look over her shoulder and snickering as he saw the result.

"What's it to you?" she grumbled, placing the stick back among the rest. It's not like he knew what the result meant anyway...he was just laughing to be a jerk, "whatever, it's about time to start."

Getting up from her seat, she dusted herself off and briskly walked over to her opponent, holding the box tightly in her hands.

"Don't loss too badly!" cheered Nigrum with a smile and wave, to which she ignored as she now stood beside Carnelian's seat.

Looking up at hi-oh he was really tall...really tall. Why was it neccesary for someone to have been birthed so tall? Tilting her head to look at him, she found her hat slipping back, to which she held in place with her spare arm while out-stretching the box of sticks in his face.

"Take one," she commanded, though while her voice sounded firm, her overall appearance and current action removed most intimidation she had, if any.