Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170127182024/@comment-26854056-20170213002513

Quail's memory restoration time !!!

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It was dark in the room, the rubbing of the ropes that tied him so crudely in place gave Quail small friction burns the longer he tussled.

It was only a small investigation mission, but holy shit did this place have some good defence. He tugged with the ropes one last time before giving up, sighing lightly. A feminine voice rung out from the other side of the room. Tiredness and numbness echoing her tone.

"Don't try it Quinny. I already did and it does jack shit."

Quail quickly turned around, seeing a hunched figure bound in the same industrial rope. His eyes took a while to adjust to the light levels, but once he saw her features, it was obvious of what the identity of the figure was.

"F-finch? You got caught too huh?"

"No shit smartass" The girl grunted. She looked pretty beat up, with small wounds and bruises littering her arms, "It took you long enough to wake up, let alone notice me."

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HHH I'LL CONTINUE THIS TOMORROW