Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20150506015955/@comment-26208189-20150513233559

Sammy backed up in fear, "Dude, you do not want to mess with that witch."

Still, the sheer danger in the eyes of the Yankee brought fear into Sammy's own. How much longer until Sammy broke?

He tried to withstand, yet the steely gaze and cold voice chilled him to the bones. Sammy breathed. In and out. In and out. Well, you didn't need magic to get this kid to talk.

"Weaving," Sammy rasped. He sounded enstranged, entrapped. "Trishia Weaving. But trust me, you don't want to mess with her. At. All."

The swindling weaver cackled again. She liked how it was all going. It had been a long time since Sammy last called her a witch. Usually, it was worse. The Yankee, the one person who thought he led the kingdom through the MirrorNet, had crippled and fallen. She was his little electronic ghost. Trishia had passed through his eyes quickly. All it took was a little nudge to Arachne.

Trishia contemplated on whether she would go to them herself or scare them through MirrorPad talk. "What's the fun in MirrorTalk? They could just shut them off. Plus, the digital king is there." She rolled her eyes at the word king. Trishia scrolled her MirrorPad for whatever files she could find on The Yankee and Jane Hook. "Dirt and diamonds," she muttered to herself. Such big bad records, she thought to herself.

Trishia needed a good laugh. Maybe these two were her next lucky victims.