Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150806065755/@comment-26208189-20150814211348

This was as far as Nicole, Sandra and Lance went. Marlene had only asked for a favor, a few tips from Sandra after... and... that was it.

Mar had this all on her own now.

Nicole changed out of that stupid dress and into her regular armor. Also shoved Sandra for good measure.

Lance watcbed from afar as the Yankee began to take Marlene hostage. "Shouldn't we help?"

Again, his loving girlfriend glared at him. "I also put this event as a possible happening, Sir Lance. I am not stupid."

"I didn't say you were. Just--"

"Shut up." Nicole said. "Watching."

Marlene was still conscious. Then again, she had slipped a little gift into the Yankee's pocket. Howver, this one was a little something Tricksie Weaving had asked for. The weaver seamed to have a hate for him ever since Dead Epics.

When Marlene had gone back up from the "dead," she smiled and lifted her hands, twirling two guns in each. The Yankee was dead when it came to spatial observance.