Board Thread:Other Roleplay/@comment-108.193.28.68-20150625203604/@comment-25535739-20150728063855

Cain lowers his arm and studies their clothing for any sign of a Phoenix emblem. Thankfully, there appears to be none from what he can see, and he slams his tome shut. "...Abel." He calls on his brother.

Abel appears from behind the corner, holding his strange sword in the most comfortable way he can find, though due to Cain's reaction (A small chuckle), he realises he probably isn't holding it right. He stares ahead at the characters before him. He doesn't say anything.

"Sheathe your weapon."

Abel stares at the sword's strange shape, and then at his sword sheathe. He sees how it's not going to fit, and turns to Cain. "Just do it." Abel attempts to put the sword in his sheathe, and surprisingly, it fits in. The only noticable thing is the handle now sticking out perfectly for whenever he needs to pull it out for a quick battle.

The room is in silence for a few moments before Cain breaks said silence. "Where do you hail from?" He questions.