Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-27235572-20150808043730

Suddenly, Petra froze, grabbing Lalka by the air. Lalka winced, knowing she would have bruises later, but began to listen for whatever Petra had detected. Exchanging a worried glance, they rushed off, making more noise than they would ever admit.

Finally, they stumbled across a boy yelling while slamming a door with a log. Exchanging looks of puzzlement, they crept closer. Petra readied herself, prepared in case this would turn into a fight. Similarly, Lalka pulled a grenade from her belt, ready to throw it at the boy if needed. Creeping closer before they were right behind him, Petra nodded at Lalka, indicating that she would do the talking.

Sullen, Lalka shrank back, putting away the bomb with a silent whine. Readying herself mentally Petra tapped the male on the shoulder, backing up with a horrible grating noise. "Um, sir..." She murmured politely, curtsying slowly (this produced more grinding noises). "Rather than wasting your energy trying to bash in that door, why not use the hole in the wall? If not that, then we have some explosives and if all else falls, I can try breaking it down myself. It is obvious that you are getting hurt by the door, but I do not feel pain, so it would be a mere trifle to me."

((Ah, Petra. Polite little statue, aren't you? And, Lalka will speak next time :3))