Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150322030120/@comment-25686329-20150327234403

The Yankee didn't falter, but he relaxed slightly.

"I'm going to put my gun away now." The Yankee said, still stone-faced. He had rigged a paintbomb within his vest, one that would explode if he was shot. His appeal for a lack of weapons was less an act of peace and more of an obligation to get these people on his side. "I suggest you do the same..."

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Ticktania had a pistol stuffed down the back of her deteriorating skirt, a shotgun at the ready, and a paintball weapon that resembled something of a sub-machine gun hung from her side.

The Clock Vision glasses sat on the top of her head.

"Minuette?" she asked, trying to mantain the same casual, light-hearted atmosphere they usually found themselves coversing in. "...You're familiar with the reward; 1000 dollars and first pick in all classes..."

She looked at her for a moment. "What would you do with the prize?"