Board Thread:Other Roleplay/@comment-4998588-20151004224052/@comment-5020502-20151015030020

After rushing up a hundred feet of stairs, Phobe was exhausted. Still, it was necessary to move on, for the glory of The Yiffer. As Phobe boarded its chariot, it realized that there was no time to waste. No time for fanciness or royalty checks. Phobe spurred its horses. One was named, "Huehue", and the other was named, "Huehuehue". As Phobe passed the set limit of speed, which would cause some paperwork over, the 26 people hit, and Phobe hoped no one got killed. As Phoeb rushed over to the hotel, the signal that everyone was in position arrived. "Hue. (Fire.)"