Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131220001148/@comment-12599067-20131221180947

Jack gave an affirmative nod, but said nothing else. He was sick of this place already, and yet he felt he could stay here... forever. He shook his head. This place was messing with him, he was sure of it.

Sam did not relent. "Oh, there is. For example, did you know that--" he was cut off by a knife, which sunk into his arm with a sickening thwack. Jack had whirled and had a knife in each hand, and he looked quite mad in the dim light of Apocrypha. Sam gave a complacent smile and took out the knife, tossing it aside. The wound healed ridiculously quickly, and Sam's smile broadened.

"You see? He'll kill you if you get on his bad side!" he wailed, grinning madly. Jack whirled, his tail coat sweeping behind him, and marched forward, leaving the group behind with Sam.