Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140210024449/@comment-7489529-20140319010940

Albastru sat crosslegged on his bunk, thinking. The team had arrived at Beacon a while ago. They had already changed into nightclothes, and were lying silently awake in bed. Albastru seemed to be the only one not angry or drunk, or both. He always approached situations with a sense of calmness. It helped with his apparently inconsiderate decision making. Remnants' shattered moon glowed brightly. Its light was one of the few kinds of light Albastru enjoyed. Turning on his gaming system, he lay back in bed. He had gone the whole day without playing this game.