Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26191607-20160820021957/@comment-27115455-20171121075157

"This, this isn't that kind of test."

The stitched eyebrows on Angie's face rose as she heard Scythe, fearing the worst. She felt a rush through her stuffed body, and it wasn't the good kind. She didn't move, tense and anxious.

"These bots were a test to see how we reacted, and it saw what it was looking for in Angie."

In shock, Angie peered at Scythe, truthfully quite confused. All her life she'd been told her sensitivity was a weakness, so she found it hard to believe that it had done them some good. She stared at the light shining off the sword in Scythe's hand, pondering at how what she had done could be possibly have been helpful. She didn't understand at all, and looked at it a bit longer, almost as if she could ask it why.

Angie switched her look over to the doorway that had suddenly appeared, looking from it and back to the group, and finally saying back to them, "We will, we promise. Bye."