Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20180307023000/@comment-31049256-20180918195624

As she is moving along Sif feels a tickle in her nose, and the familiar scent of her sisters' adrenaline reaches it despite whatever distance lied between them, "It appears the others are in another confrontation. Do you smell any sign of Sir Forjod or Rix?"

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Reby eyes where Forjod sits, but doesn't feel her heart lift as it once did, confirming her suspiscions. Despite what she wanted, his distaste for her smoking made their relationship unviable.

So she finally affords herself a cigarette, taking a long drawl of the drug before darkly chuckling out the smoke. She looks manically to the women on the platform before taking aim at two of the wolves.

However, she feels an odd tug from her MW, as do Anri and Sieglinde.

Arianna herself holds a look of shock, gesturing to Dravela, [W-wait...are these constructs alive? Are they aware?!]