Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25113070-20160306112250/@comment-5426290-20160308092903

(=.=) "...." He huffed, showing Alec a smirk as he eyed the two of them. "At least some certain people still act as if they are from my time. If you two are gonna do it under that robe make sure to keep it quiet, others are trying to sleep, hehe."

Snickering to himself Percival used a light telekinesis spell to drag some heavy things together to make a make-shift fort made of hay on the second-floor, as he wouldn't have been able to with muscles alone. Looking around he did notice a small wooden chest buried under one of the piles, scuffling over to it he tried to open it, but the lock wouldn't budge.

Dunnel and the others couldn't see what Percy was doing up there, but the merc himself recognized the sound of a locked chest being pulled at. With an annoyed frown like a prematurely-awoken bear he barked up at the ceiling above him. "Hey! What is your sleazy ass up to up there? Don't think we won't go after you because the ladders is too small, I can still break down the pillars holding up the boards under your feet."

Still wearing Alec's inductee robe the slumsgirl found a blanket in around the barn's left-behind-tools, wrapping it around her and resting against a wooden pillar as far away from the barn door as she could. Holding her stomach she lowered her eyes, occasionally looking at Alec and Ana cuddling with a slightly jealous pout.