Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150926020031/@comment-25686329-20150927003659

(( You're all clear to attend. @O'Front: I'd like to have Bane be actually using Ticktania's violin, just to add an extra layer. You have my thanks. We can begin now, but walk-ins would be continuously allowed.))

Naturally, her sister was the first one there.

Annalog sat at the back. Her usual modern fashion sense was withdrawn, blackened in mourning.

Just...

Just how the Spell had they ended up here?

Her eyes were glazed, vacant, that signature 'Tockman stare' that every student knew meant serious thought.

Tick was gone, and now Annalog was left to deal with everything she left behind.

She had never even said... Oh, Author...

Poor...

...Poor...

...Ticktania.