Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27049835-20180307191447/@comment-28920015-20180309015648

Andrew gets up and dusts himself off, taking a broom out of his captachlog and allocating it to his strife weapon slot, he put it on his back, tying twine around the broom and around his shoulder, he made a very basic "sheath".

He started to walk and almost ran into a girl who had been clearly running.

The two stared at each other, both wondering if the person who stood in front of them was nothing more than a dream.

"move." The girl was the one to break the silence.

"Why don't you? I was walking first." Andrew crossed his arms, why did HE have to move?

The girl picked him up with what could only be telekinesis, her eyes and hands glowing purple as she moved him and kept running.

Andrew was now up in a tree, just his fucking luck.