Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20150907231134/@comment-24416658-20151019054922

(I have no idea what the hell is happening anymore.)

Anastasia leaned over the railing, seeing fights and arguments unfold, along with a lot of gas and Grimm. She sighed.

"All I wanted to do was get some new clothes." she said, arms crossed. Nacoma groaned, looking over the railing as well.

"Give me a second." Bringing out her scroll, Nacoma typed in a message. Seconds later, a roket pod, similar to the lockers of Beacon, crashed through the roof and landed on the level they were on. Nacoma opened it.

"Put these on," she said, tossing gas masks to Anastasia and Oliver, "I'll leave this here for anyone else. Thankfully there isn't any signs of who this belongs to." Nacoma made a mental note to thank the people of the R&D sector of the Pilgrims.

"So what now?" Anastasia queried, "I'm sort of lost on the situation."