Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150322030120/@comment-25686329-20150325213910

Sob Worthington was dead. There was a rather lengthy 'debate' between him and the Yankee, a debate which ended with the Yankee shooting Sob with his own gun, but that was behind him now.

All Spell had broken loose and the Yankee would be Grimmed if he didn't survive. He just needed to find more survivors, people that could work to his advantage until he shot them all in the back.

He passed by a doorway. Ezra Scrooge...?

He slid to the side of the doorway, electing to take cover if they left the room. They weren't ideal allies, but they were possibilities.

- - -

Ticktania sat down, now sure that the classroom door was locked.

There was a long moment of silence as she tried to forget the carnage, block out the screams.

"... This entire school has gone to spell. They're slaughtering each other in drows." she said. "Are YOU alright, Minuette? You're lucky I found you when I did. What were you doing in the Nuetral Zone?"