Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20150506015955/@comment-26414442-20150507013508

((I ship it too!! Yankuette for life.

Okay, looks like we have a good group, we shall start~))

Five minutes before Dead Epics was supposed to begin, Airmid Valerian was building a barricade, stacking chairs and desks on top of each other until it resembled either a brick wall of metal furniture, or a throne. She delicately placed herself on it, and while quickly scrolling through the plan she made for the session of her phone, waited for the others to arrive.

Icarus Juniper had arrived first, as usual. He walked in, earphones in and humming to some indie rock song, searching for a place to sit, before realising...

"Airmid," he said, with a frown. "You took all of the chairs."