Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-31049256-20180128121005

(Flame, Rix) Reby frowns, then snarks at Rix, "I don't want to keep him in the dark, but I don't want to upset him. I'm less of an ass to guys I like than you are."

She then looks to Forjod, "Ok, look, I'm the next worse thing to an orphan. I had a mom and dad, same as most mamono. Not that I remember them much. Some order zealots killed them before I could remember. My mom survived long enough to make it to my uncle...who was on her side of the family. Needless to say she didn't think about how her brother would react to her being turned mamono."

She shifts in her seat, digging into her pocket and pulling free her cigarettes. She'd been without them nearly all day, and this story was giving her a headache.

She lights it, pulling in the smoke and carefully blowing it away from Forjod and Rix before continuing, "Long and short of it is, he abused me in thirty different ways, so I grew up on the street more than in a home. I was a thief since I needed the food, and I was a fighter since bullies are assholes who pick on those smaller than them. I won't lie and say I didn't enjoy pounding a few faces in, especially the faces I did it to.

That's basically how it always was for me right up until the Band. I mean yeah, Dick tossed me out soon as I hit sexual maturity, and I spent a few years with some smugglers, which is where I learned how to aim a hand cannon right. I left that before the Band got me though, so that doesn't really count.

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(Vela) Clarabelle keeps moving with the table, and by the time she stops they're fifty yards apart. She sets the table at the ready, offering Xinderas a bag, "Alight Xinderas, we go first, and I'm giving you first shot. Just try and land the bag on their table."