-A young blond girl wonders into End of the line. She rest her backpack on the table. On the side of the backpack are two old twine swords. As for her, she was dressed in a simple yellow and black tank top and jeans and pair of worn travel boots.-
"Anyone know were a I could pick up some work?", She asked.
They can't for the life of them understand why nobody liked being ruled by a group of manic depressive demigods - 4chanNaomi: I like that. If you're gonna be making anything heavy-duty - like, oh, say, a defense plan for an entire town - you absolutely do need that sort of thoroughness.
Six: -to Cassie- You're in luck. In a few days this place is going to be besieged by an army of werewolves, and word is that people are going to be headed out to rescue someone who can help - who's been slated for execution.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

-Lightly shakes Quartz- Albert: "You are sleeping on the uncomfortable table."
edited 11th Aug '16 12:47:00 PM by Nemtsol
Will make dad jokes for friends.