Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20190410150804/@comment-38232361-20190512171715

Mirabelle picks up her hard hat off the floor, and removes an old photograph from the inside band. On it was a monsterized Dark Elf mage in a white hooded cloak and a black oriental dress covered in leather strap fetish wear and shoulder armor; a red Oni wearing a useless flipped up eye patch and enough bling to make Mr T look poor giving a wide and toothy grin; a much younger and happier Mirabelle front and center; and a smiling young man with tan skin, dark curly hair and icey blue eyes hefting a double barrelled machinegun on one armored shoulder.

"We were friends..." she says as she rubs one thumb on the edge of the picture before hesitantly handing it to the large man.