Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150429205054/@comment-26414442-20150505044557

"Please don't hurt us," stammered Radiant. Why couldn't Rennard speak for them instead of taking a nap in her arms? He was always better with words. "I was kinda looking for my brother... and I got lost and somehow he got turned into a fox, or something, and I think the police might be on the way, but I'm not sure."

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"It's always Backbeat," Pythia said, sighing with resignation. "Well, not always. That was a hyperbole." For a brief moment, she wondered what could have drove what was rumoured to be a prestigious DJ into a crafty criminal. "What is her motive behind everything, anyway? Does she even have one?"

She sprinted/skipped after StarStripe down the hallway, making sure to watch out for the bump in the carpet that tripped her up so many times before.

"As long as you drive!" she grinned at the thought of the Rampart. "It's such a gorgeous car, I'll probably be distracted by all the specs and functions that you would expect a crash in seconds."