Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-43394520-20191010203841/@comment-174.6.16.240-20191010232938

I can try starting, I guess (ive never started a roleplay so excuse me if its bad)

Amber woke up in the same small room as usaul. It was roughly the size of two small closets, and only had one small window, wich was barred. The window was letting a couple streaks of sunlight through, lighting up all the dust particles in the air. Amber slid out of bed, and quickly changed into her grease-smeared tunic and pants. She tied her red hair back with a string, and got up, taking on small step across the room to her cluttered work table.

There were all sorts of half-finished gadgets lying around, a welding machine, some wire, a metal spring. She sat down on a stool, and got to work on the latest project: a unbreakable tracker. They were going to find the moonlark. And get rid of her. And Amber was willing to do whatever it took to help. She sighed, and reached for her glasses. They were basiclly magnifing glasses that she could put on her face, and helped her see her gadets up close. She looked ridicolous, but she didn't care.

She had been working on it for months, and she was close, she could feel it. But she hadn't made any progress in a month, and Gethen was getting impatient.

-Chloe