Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26208189-20150708223626/@comment-25686329-20150718194738

Fizz's nose was hardly ever wrong, and this was no exception.

She followed Sandra's unique smell to the library, which was slightly tinged with nervousness, paranoia.

She strode in, smiling to herself. She was wearing a riding dress, topped with a veiled white top-hat, which did little to mask the scars. She had a (clearly) color coordinated white umbrella in her grip and a MirrorPhone in the other.

"Ah, De Martin!" She called, taking a seat next to the girl. "Thought I caught your scent!"

She paused. "Eugh, I sound just like that crocodile prick-on-the-spinningwheel."