Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20150506015955/@comment-26414442-20150514202412

Airmid was panicking. She wasn't showing her panic on her face, of course, but she nervously drummed her fingers against her lips thoughtfully. She hadn't expected the troublemaker to turn up in person.

Trisha still used film, apparently. How archiac. That certainly roused a few more suspicions in Airmid. She had expected any technologically advanced student to use a USB or portable harddrive, not some obselete technology that most computers wouldn't be able to read. Why on earth would she do that?

She wasn't good at this. Heck, she didn't even want to get involved with the whole incident. But it affected Dead Epics, and she loved Dead Epics. She wanted to be blunt, maybe drop a few swears and make it clear on how she felt about the situation. However, that would just make it escalate.

She sighed. There was one small question tugging on her mind, and she wanted to say it no matter what. She could always deal with any consequences later. In a cool whisper, she asked, "why do you want.. whatever-you-want, from Dead Epics in particular? If you were looking to target a specific person here, I understand, but why would you approach them during a Dead Epics meeting? Why not after, in privacy?"

Behind her back, she crossed her fingers. She hardly believed in superstitions, thinking that had no scientific basis, but it was nice to have some reassurance and a bit of hope that she said something okay.