Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28144855-20161006153517/@comment-26517142-20161116091837

"Yes, I know. " Ix shoots from her bladed hands small knives that strike the back of the necks of men emerging from the fallen ship. As if they were given a jug of coffee, they are spurred to work, picking up rock, tree and gravel the explosion had broken in.

"Toymaker's tools never disappoint." Jeiel muses. Ix spots Cire from a distance and walks up to him before Cyebele and Bellona could notice they weren't hugging her anymore. "CIRE! It's been a while!"

"Whoa. She's gotten bold." Jeiel scratches his head. Langwidere merely nods in agreement.