Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24502295-20130712003608/@comment-9087084-20130714191739

What a beautiful night it was. Truly glorious. A city, bathed in the moon. What more could anyone ask? Certainly a perfect setting for some mischief. Friagne appeared before the black haired girl with the dark cloak. It would seem that it was summoned by her.

Friagne turned around, looking at the chaos. Gas was everywhere, and the sounds of combat were slowly dying down. Friagne noticed four other girls slowly collapsing. None of that mattered to it. It was the black haired girl had summoned the Friagne. Turning its masked face to the dark cloaked girl once more, the Friagne silently unsheathed its violin stick, raised it to is left arm, and began playing a beautiful tune.