Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33528506-20180609222731/@comment-27049835-20180704183534

As Beatrix walks away from the group, she is pounced on by an unknown force. "My my," the person pinning Beatrix down taunted, "aren't you low on IQ. Splitting up from a large group of people on an unknown island... don't you know that never turns out well? No matter. Get up. I'll be using you as a hostage to acquire some others. You're 90% knives. Only 10% blood, no matter how satirical that sounds. You've no use to me."

"Could I at least have your name- wait a second... you're that singer from Bastet's Den.... Eliza, right?"

"My fame precedes me. Up. Let's go." Eliza forced Beatrix up and held her hands behind her back. She pushed Beatrix with her as she walked off.