Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-6975131-20130808025844

(This is an RP for the some old signal friends. Order is DragonBoss,Raga, and Torr.)

Jr. was walking around his local dust shop, looking for spare crystals for his gauntlets.'' Gaah, does no one sell crystals anymore? Not exactly a custom made weapon i have here.'' He walked up to one of the employees, "Excuse me sir can yo-" The man turned around and started to walk away.

"Sorry, I don't work here." He sped off.

"You're wearing a nametag y'know!" He turned around hanging his head. Is no one in this city genuinely nice anymore? Just as he was about to curse the world, he bumped into a short, red haired boy. "Yo! Gears! Where are your wings? He tapped his friend on the shoulder. 