Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-69.31.217.91-20141120035513/@comment-14800267-20150515042742

((Cool. I'll leave Esmee here.))

She unbuckled her hook to get her coat on. It had a habit of catching and tearing the linings. She caught the slightly torn look on Esmee's face and gave an impatient sigh

"I know you promised our father's you'd keep me from getting thrown into the dungeon or hanged, but I will be fine. I'm just having coffee. I promise I won't kill anyone. I'm not going to lose control, and even if I do, I'm a little incapacitated at the moment."

Esmee frowned a little more but nodded, tucking the pistol into Jane's belt and said nothing as she swept out the door, buckling her hook back on and straigtening her hat.