Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27181220-20151014015015/@comment-26956198-20151021072954

"Yeah sure!" Ailbhe shouts back to Mac, she smiles, she had never been called a nickname before. Her smile quickly disappears as she sees just how many zombified students there are. She reaches inside a little bag slug around her waist and pulls out a small hunting dart, it's head filled with a sleeping potion and a wooden blowpipe. She takes aim and fires as she flies. The dart lodges in the neck of Daring Charming and he slumps on the ground like a rag doll, he'll be staying that way for the good part of two hours.