Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20170729033202/@comment-30379057-20171114201642

Darian took a glance at Amber, who still stood her ground, looking down at them. Her expression wasn't as irritate as earlier, but still stone-cold and steady, hardly blinking. One could hardly even tell she was still worked up unless they heard her breathing, which was stressed and laced with crackles of electricity.

"Y'know, I know this place is more like a Boot Camp, but staring at them is just plain rude," Darian said to her. She looked back down at him and relaxed, her breathing going back to normal.

"Just so you know," she said. "I'll be patient, and see how this goes. If it gets any worse, you know what I would do."

Darian gulped. Only him and the rest of his teammates seen her when she was ever angry. Sometimes, her death stare was enough, as angry silent people tend to be intimidating in their own right. But other times, she turned explosive, and Darian was actually scared of that happening, and that says a lot. Darian is rarely afraid of anything, but he was genuinely frightened of her flipping out and the consequences afterward.