Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32932951-20180601020649/@comment-26892768-20180602232958

Build just looks at the items that suddenly appeared in his hands in confusion. "...what?"

Meanwhile, Big Band blinks the sleepiness out of his eyes...and then it occurs to him that he's in some alley in the middle of nowhere, and he has no idea how he got there.

He looks around, taking a note of his surroundings, before a groan in front of him grabs his attention and he looks down. A girl in her early teens is lying on the ground, clutching her head in pain.

"Need a hand?" Big Band gets down on one knee and extends a hand of brass to the girl.

She grabs the hand without looking, and Big Band helps the girl stand up.

"Thanks, si..." The girl finally looks up, her head tilting higher and higher as she sees just how tall Big Band is.

"Yeah, I get that a lot." Big Band chuckles. "So...guessing you don't know how you got here, either?"

The girl looks around a bit, before shaking her head. "No idea where here is..."

"I figured." Big Band sighs. "...although it probably would've been better if I didn't. Waking up stuck in the middle of nowhere with no idea what the hell's going on and no idea how to get back ain't exactly how I planned to spend my day. No use crying over spilt milk, though - just got to live with this for now. So, what's your name?"

"It's..." The girl pauses for a moment. "Actually, can you move a bit to the side?"

Big Band raises an eyebrow, but complies. "...you gonna tell me why you asked me to do that, or-"

The girl unclips an axe from her hip - one that Big Band didn't even notice until now, when she took it off and it started glowing blue - and tosses it with lightning-fast reflexes; a second later there's a sickening crunch of sharpened metal meeting bone at high velocity. Big Band turns around to see some sort of scorpion thing collapse to the ground, a tong-like tongue hanging limp from it's mouth as black blood spurts from it's cracked head.

"Thanks! No idea how that got there; must've come with me somehow." The girl walks over, Big Band just looking between where the girl was standing and the slain monster with shock.

"...so, how often do you do that?" Big Band asks.

"Silvertongue." The girl pulls her axe from the skull of the Silvertongue with a quick tug, slinging it over her shoulder. "Either aim for the head or the tongue, preferably before it starts singing, and you'll be fine...so, yeah, I'd say I do that a decent amount of times."

"Got it." Big Band slowly nods, making a mental note to never let this girl near Valentine. Ever.

"I'm Violet Sweet, by the way." Violet walks up to Big Band, holding out her hand. "So what's your name?"

Big Band takes the hand and shakes it. "Just call me Big Band. Everyone does."

"...because of the arm looking like it's made of instruments?" Violet asks.

"Bit more than just the arms." Big Band corrects. "So, we getting out of here, or what?"

"Well, I'd say a bit of exploring wouldn't hurt, right?" With that, Violet walks out of the alley, axe in hand, Big Band following.

"...by the way, what's so bad about the Silvertongue singing?"

"The last notes make your head explode."

Big Band stops for a moment, before sighing. "It's going to be one of those days, isn't it?"

And then he keeps walking.