Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20140201133112/@comment-24123288-20140203111314

(G'morning my beautiful people :p)

Mikasa peered into the old Fort. It was dark and silent. Appearing to her, that nobody had lived here for years.

''Maybe there really is a ghost here. ''

She grinned and turned to Nepht. She looked apprehensive. It was to be expected. She remembered the first time she went out of the City with Petra a few years ago...

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"Alright Mikasa, we're going to visit a lake just North of Cheydinhal."

Mikasa turned and looked to her friend, excitement in her eyes. "Really Petra?"

"Yeah. Veneficus wanted us to go see something that's up there."

The two friends had saved up for a long time to be able to afford the weapons they've now held for years. They haven't seen much use outside of stabbing the occasional rabbit to take home. They left the city and turned Northwards almost immediately, coming across the lake a few hours later. Where they began to walk along the banks until they came across the graves they now knew so well.

"Petra? Why would he want us to see these gravestones?"

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Petra sighed as she polished her swords in her home. She had little need to go outside today since her roof had been fixed. The shirtless Imperial left hours ago.

"Might go buy some fruit later.." She mumbled to herself, looking at the almost spotless blades. The memories of those bodies buried in her basement and the realisation that they were still there was confining her. Making her jumpy, afraid of her own shadow. Not to mention the fact that a mechanical...monstrosity...could just destroy the roof again if it ever decided to reactivate and hunt her down.