Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150610231734/@comment-26208189-20150618033153

Nicole rolled her eyes, "More like... not freedom and awesomeness. I know a few... not very decent Americans." One of course, was Riley Van Winkle. The New Yorkan daughter of Rip Van Winkle fell asleep on anyone's shoulder and spilled her ginger ale everywhere she went. It wasn't a fairy hexciting hexperience for Nicole.

"I told you not to call me that," she eyeballed him.

She unsheathed her sword so she walk about and stab a few things, "Do you at least have a scarecrow? So I can rip out its innards and preferably not yours."

Okay, maybe asking for a scarecrow wasn't a fairy good move, but Nicole was getting somewhat thirsty from the swordfight earlier. "Or do you at least have any tea here... or did you toss it out the harbor?"

'That's right. History joke. Forgot that she was English for one moment.'