Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160209062713/@comment-26130256-20161026050504

"Clearly you've never seen my husband fight," Opal didn't look up as she worked. She took a needle and IV bag from a servant, and set up a drip of Ghoul juice in the same spot where the doctor had done it that morning. "We were on vacation in Mistral once.  Out in the ruins, when some Grimm attacked the tour group.  Sienna blocked a punch from a Beringel without even flinching.  I'll be rather impressed if that... shrew can put more than a scratch on him."

"I just want to know how she found ya," Azulius moved a little closer, resting his arm on the back of the sofa. "Did you tell any of your friends or family you were comin' to Vacuo?  Did you see her anywhere in the city walkin' around?  How does she know you?"

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In spite of his wife's praise, Vale was certainly putting a few scratches on Sienna. He hadn't felt like this since the time his masters had made him meditate below a nest of Rapier Wasps for a few hours. He made sure to finish the trial the first time, because he had no desire to repeat it.

"Kids these days," he spoke through gritted teeth, aiming his pistol of ice at the back of Vale's head, then opening. "Always so urgent, no sense of patience.  You should learn to chill out."