Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20140107150924/@comment-10380701-20140122003717

Quickly returning on her table alongside Maki, Margie sat down, slightly ashamed after her antics.

"Not exactly interested in any big way." Maki answered, leaning on her chair. "I just think I may need another weapon check-up soon. It's strange, really. For the past months, my blade is feeling a little off. I've had some smith check it up last month but that did jack shit. Apparently, the forging on my weapon fucked up and the metal isn't gonna last for ten years. That's where you come in, Coma Blacksmith." she explained, giving Zaffre a self-made title.

Margie, hearing the conversation looked at them. "Wait. Is that the reason you didn't take up Mint's challenge three weeks ago?"

Maki gave Margarethe a glare. She was clearly flustered after the green-haired girl revealed that "Shut the fuck up. That never happened!"

As they were chatting, Gretel hollered, calling for them to move it. Maki stood up. "If you're up for it, we can talk more once we get back on Beacon."

Margarethe also stood up. I wonder how many people here are Gretel's friends?