Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26191607-20160820021957/@comment-27115455-20170630140906

Angie was honestly very frightened by all the weapons that were being slashed and swung everywhere. Sometimes one of her "brothers" would find sharp objects from broken items they would find, and it would always worry Angie sick. Her face was frozen, tense and doused in the same worry she had had back at home that someone might get hurt, even any monsters, too. But, she was sure Scythe didn't see it. She didn't want to bother Scythe with her silly fears.

Curiosity sparked inside of Angie, but not with what Scythe had said, but with the presence of the trap in the forest. She assumed it was something like a hunter, but something inside of her felt something else. "Who... who do you think put that trap there?"