Board Thread:Other Roleplay/@comment-64.82.204.2-20150824172149/@comment-108.193.30.62-20150917013801

Your friendly neighborhood Spy wrote: Golden King Freddy fixes his crown. "Mind your manners." He fiddles with something under the desk "Hm... P... P... Pi... Ah, here:

Pizzeria: Peetz-er-ee-ah, Noun: A place where pizzas are sold or made; a pizza restaurant."

"Very interesting. But now, more pressing matters are here." The king rises from his chair, replaces the blade back into the sheathe at his side, and walks towards the door, humming the Toreador March to himself.
 * Lucia continues to stare at them... shock turns to a mixtur of fear and nervous tension... then turns to anger.*

You... You were one of them...