Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27062997-20151218162344/@comment-11163511-20151222141614

"Really? but oi guess that's true so 'tis, since me cutty knife 'as gone through years av wear an' tear, piercin' through flesh an' bone so it might not be as sharp as it once wus an' likely not as, um, whatever you're armed wi'." Bane cocked an eyebrow at the statement Mac had just made. He thought he was the only one having brought a weapon to the table, he wouldn't have brought his blade if he only could, though. Still, she proved she was capable of saving herself if things take a turn for the worse. And that deserved a compliment. "Oi'm impressed by 'oy you're not sum 'elpless damsel, bein' prepared for de dangers dat may git yer. jist ter let yer nu, it jist might cum in 'andy soon enoof" After all, he still had the risk of killing her due to his curse, if she's lucky, Mac could actually get out alive and not because of resurrection. But could Bane beoverthinking this, there was another element of the curse missing: a cave. Without a place to hide the corpse, it's unlikely the curse would activate at this time. "Nigh den, de sun's 'eadin' down, aboyt time we lighten things up, shall we?" He took out his Walkman and a torch from his pockets, put them on the table and turned them both on. For the tune, he had tried to only play joyful tunes that were in the thing, the first song being "The Old Grey Goose". Since the Walkman couldn't play on its own, he had to plug the earphones in, taking one for himself and the other for Mac. "Put dis on, if yer may."