Crisis walks into the kitchen, following the Chaos trend of never
running because why would she need to, the others have
probably got whatever's going on covered. "What's going on?"
She asked, casually wiping some chocolate off of her face with her
sleeve.
Luciel re-sheathed his blade.
"Yes. You shouldn't be jumping to conclusions like that. Some might
get injured next time you do." He said, a faint deadly undertone in
his voice as he glared at you.
Crisis just watched, not saying a word. She didn't feel the need
to, she didn't know what was entirely going on because she was busy
wrapped up in her own little thing that wasn't important but she
still values herself over other people. She always has done, and
probably always will.
Time:weapons are prohibited in MY kitchen.
*you withdraw your weapon*
*(damn it, we are soo close to exposing them)*
Time:sorry, for my behavior frozen.
Luciel nodded. "Shall I
accompany you Frozen?" He asked, having collected himself again. He
was nervous, who wouldn't be? But he wasn't going to let that get
him caught. "You should have a sign up then Time. And what if
someone was planning to kill? Is having the room be weapon free
such a good idea?
"I'm gonna chill in my room. Knock if you need anything. And i mean
need." Crisis said, walking to her room. There was still a
distinct lack of emotion in her tone and expression. When she
reached her room, grabbing her phone on the way there, she sat on
the edge of her bed in the dark red light. Texting these 'friends'
of hers and thinking of random miscellaneous little things.
Crisis just shifted to one of her other forms, the one that looked
almost to be alike to a cross between a wolf and a dragon, with
bone spines across its back and still with the somewhat cracked
skeletal wings. Her tail remained unchanged except for the spikes
across it matching those on her back. Her front left 'paw' was
purely made of bone. She hopped up onto her bed, lying down but not
sleeping.