Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-4598697-20160102020351/@comment-26191607-20160330200942

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The doors of the hall softly open, as Scythe Sasin and his right-hand man, Harry Walsh, enter as quietly as they can.

"Well, at least we didn't miss Fayonce!" Harry whisper-yells to Scythe. The blonde sighs and shakes his head.

"I should have never let you fly the helicopter." Scythe says. The two lean back against the wall in the very back. "Leave it to Harry to have him turn an ariel vechile into a submarine."