Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150610231734/@comment-26208189-20150612033407

Nicole tte narrowed her eyes at the Yankee, "Fine. Call me Nix. But you say anything about Nicolette Knightley, and this sword," she patted Pierceval's hilt, "gets lodged either in your throat or in your ass. Am I clear?"

Then the trap door whatever opened, and the Yankee spoke. "Why," Nicole feigned a flattered look matched with a hand on her chest, "How.. gentlemanly."

She muttered under her breath, "Still think it's a trap." She opened the trap door and peered into the darkness. She looked up at the Yankee, "Please don't push me. Or scare me. Or anything of the like." However, her expression didn't seem in the slightest commanding. It was more... scared. This little girl who was afraid of the things that went bump in the night, but was brave or was it proud enough to say that she didn't need anyone around to assure her.

She unsheathed Pierceval just to test how low the floor was. Pierceval was just a portion Nicole's height, anyway. From its tip to the hilt, it reached her ribcage, just smackdab at the edge of it. She swung it around, and the satisfying drop of what sounded like a ladder clanged onto the floor of the tunnel. "Whoops."