Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20170211232718/@comment-25363089-20170309002633

"....Right..right..so then..does that mean I have to leave my sash with my civil clothes then?". Nickelae asked Mr.Snowsword sounding a little bum out about the deal..though he was willing to make that sacerfice even if it meant surffering the wraith of his ancestors when he dies. "...man..well that sucks...Oh well.". Nickelae said to himself as he sighed slightly not trying to make Mr.Snowsword feel bad for him or anything. He understood that such a thing demanded compermizes and this would be one of them...he just hope he didn't have to cut his hair..cause only he knew what that meant if his mother saw him without his long silver hair. "So what does the uniform look like? Is it at least Stylish?". Nickelae asked Mr.Snowsword curious about the uniform he will be wearing...hoping that it be stylish like some of the outfits and clothes made back home in Anima. He remembered walking the streets of Mistrial with his Uncle and seeing all the latest fashions and outfits and weapons..an oh did he hope. He get something that said. "Look out Rement here comes A Dust Caster Master."..or something like that.