Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160803073656/@comment-13488655-20160811201307

"Here we are." Zala muttered quietly to Platinume as they approached the street, taking out of her pocket some fire dust ammo before handing it over to the huntress-in-training before they came into view of the target building, a old unused firehouse. Windows all boarded up, door with a broken chain hanging lifelessly on one handle. A good sign that the building was currently in use by someone.

"... If I do get killed somehow, burn my body before the cops come." She requested before quickening her pace slightly, hands in her pockets as she stood infront of the door and knocked with her shoe.

... No reply. With that, she kicked open the door, looking around in the darkened room  as she heard the sounds of footsteps, echoing all around her.