Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30622263-20170114021322/@comment-10860529-20170123072809

Nickel-plated tin from Oz, no matter how thoroughly coded, did not mix well with water from other realms. Chemythstry taught Cora that much, as did, unfortunately, the natural elements.

Though her boots were waterproof, the girl regretted not bringing in an extra coat. It was supposed to be sunny, as recalled from earlier, but the reports fell short as she exited one of the stores in Book End's plaza. The rain was as frigid as it was limiting in her movements; Cora needed to leave. She needed to leave now.

Careful hands cupped shining, synthetic elbow joints. The prosthesis of the pair remained frozen in place, and to her ilk, her left leg could barely even bend. She swore under her breath before spotting the bus-stop, though she didn't pay notice to the brimmed boy in green and black when she rushed (read: limped faster than humanly possible for someone of 4'9") to sit on the edge of the stop's bench. With the remaining movement that her arm had left, Cora pulled out cloth towelettes from her bag and wiped down the plaiting of her opposite arm.

As she searched her clutch again for a towel for her leg, Cora froze. There were feet on the bench. And the girl, quite reluctantly, looked up – green face shadowed by a hat, dark clothes, hair brown with an uneven cut. He was a West no doubt.

Were she not already shivering from the downpour in shorts and a tanktop, she was certainly shivering now. It had to be him of all people, an apparent Rebel or not. Although, in her own opinion, Cora had to question why a West wouldn't find glee in dwindling the numbers of the ever scant Chopper lineage. The Winkie princess had her questions. He would answer them. She could not avoid him forever, especially not a witch – no, a wicked witch – so crucial to her family's attempts to reclaim their rightful throne.

She averted her glance, eyes narrowed, and pulled out an oil can for her rusted hand. "So, that botched pledge. It was serious." Her voice was low and strained, as was her view on the boy's Wicked legacy. "I hope you were serious."