Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180404040922/@comment-26383377-20180418100355

A rather jarring sceen greets Dodie as she leaves the back room. The woman, still leaning on the counter, still wore her warm smile. But it wasn't warm for long.

She was surrounded by armed and armored guards. All protected head to toe with some sort of expensive advanced armor. The plates of metal overlapped with one antoher, yet the soldiers' forms weren't bulky, they were slim and sleek. Thier helmets including a built-in gas mask, and a pair of glowing red goggles. Each of these men stood at the exact same height, and each grasped a long baton, crackling with electricity.

The woman pulled a small folded cigarrete case from her pocket. She snapped it open to reveal a series of organized cigarretes. She pulled one out, snapped the case shut, and returned it to her pocket. She brought the up to her mouth, and held it between her lips. The woman then proceeded to snap her fingers, mircaulously causing a small flame to appear on her thumb, which she used to light it. She took a long, drawn out breath, inhaling the smoke, before exhaling the smoke in a prolonged sigh. "They look lovely, dear."