TheFallOfitAll
A Ghost of RpN's Past
Kaity, the other nurse, had ran to the aid of Blade. Saying as she was rather skilled in such things, she made sure he was calm, and took him to the infirmary. "Sir, I hate to say this, but you are bleeding all over the place, mind if we patch you up?" She asked in that cute way of hers. Aside from Marshall, her's was the soul of an innocent. Never doing wrong, and wishing her friends well, was Kaity Monroe, the youngest of the cousins that Naomi and Tiera had.
Tiera was currently cooking the group's next meal, a unique type of soup, vegetable soup, but it looked like chili. She had her ways with cooking, she was not as good as Taylor, or her youngest, and dead, brother. But being as she is a Monroe, she can cook. Monroe's have the ability to cook, it's passed along in the bloodline, it'll just come to them, they can make what seems like a simple, few protein food into a great, great food.
Naomi looked at Taint, "You seem very much like you wish to learn, which is good. Although, I don't wish to say this, some of the more eager people, are the one's to die first, and those reluctant to fight, die last." She said, and walked away, towards the infirmary. She picked up her son, Marshall. He had his father's eyes, brown, the exact shade, and looks. Her hair, purple. Not natural for most, but not many Monroe's had the normal natural hair. His skin was as pale as hers, his smile would be that of his fathers. Just looking at this little boy that she and Kirk had created reminded her of him.
Raven
"I believe I said, 'practice' weapons, we have many, many types of weapons, anything you can think of," I said, as I walked over, and picked up two pairs of nun-chucks. Okay, I admit, I'm not as great as my uncle was with these, he could use 3 at once, which, is really talented. I walked over, putting the one through my belt loop, and I swung the other around, "I shall await you for to get your practice weapon, not one that'll cut, may leave bruises, but not break the skin."
Tiera was currently cooking the group's next meal, a unique type of soup, vegetable soup, but it looked like chili. She had her ways with cooking, she was not as good as Taylor, or her youngest, and dead, brother. But being as she is a Monroe, she can cook. Monroe's have the ability to cook, it's passed along in the bloodline, it'll just come to them, they can make what seems like a simple, few protein food into a great, great food.
Naomi looked at Taint, "You seem very much like you wish to learn, which is good. Although, I don't wish to say this, some of the more eager people, are the one's to die first, and those reluctant to fight, die last." She said, and walked away, towards the infirmary. She picked up her son, Marshall. He had his father's eyes, brown, the exact shade, and looks. Her hair, purple. Not natural for most, but not many Monroe's had the normal natural hair. His skin was as pale as hers, his smile would be that of his fathers. Just looking at this little boy that she and Kirk had created reminded her of him.
Raven
"I believe I said, 'practice' weapons, we have many, many types of weapons, anything you can think of," I said, as I walked over, and picked up two pairs of nun-chucks. Okay, I admit, I'm not as great as my uncle was with these, he could use 3 at once, which, is really talented. I walked over, putting the one through my belt loop, and I swung the other around, "I shall await you for to get your practice weapon, not one that'll cut, may leave bruises, but not break the skin."
