Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190914222403/@comment-26892768-20190916154824

(mmmmm can I snag Toph Beifong please)

Neither Holly or Scythana notice the presence of Troupe Master Grimm.

Holly thinks for a moment. She's satisfied her curiosity for the most part, and she's stopped Scythana from damaging the apartment building further. Really, she doesn't need her to do anything else. She can use the half-gigan as cover while she sets up a sensor, sure - maybe have her go back into her cell - but that's about it.

But, as she nods, heading to the unbroken part of the prison wall to set up the sensor, she decides to ask one more question. An easy enough answer, hopefully. She turns her head around.  " . . . w h y w e r e  y o u  i n  t h e r e ? " 

Scythana is silent for a moment. She glances around, then leans forward slightly. "Will you believe me?"

...oh. That one question is not a good sign. That is very much not a good sign.

Before Holly can answer, however, she finds her body forcefully turned around by Sycthana's finger to look right at the woman, who's currently looking far more vulnerable than she has any right to be. "Please say you'll believe me. Please. No one else-no one else does, no one's sticking up for me; years of going straight gone down the drain because I thought I...just, please!"

Holly finds herself conflicted - she's certain the only reason Scythana's like this right now is the mesmer, and quite frankly, she's not sure how good of a listener she' be for her...