Exit Post
The day has been rather trying for Kanaya, as have the few previous. So when yet another orange gourd disappears from right under her nose, that's the last straw. Huffing, she stands, cringing as her torso aches uncomfortably, and makes her way towards the door that's been mocking her since it's appearance.
"You Will Let Me Out Right This Instant"
The door remains stubbornly locked and closed, and Kanaya pulls out her lipstick with forced calm.
"Very Well Then"
There's a roar of a chainsaw, and the sound of it making kindling of the door, and the Troll is left panting with a grin at the remains of the door. Nodding with satisfaction, she brings her chainsaw up once again, this time to reapply her lipstick before dismissing it.
Remembering one cast thing before she leaves, she pulls up her husktop, and sends off a quick message, before stepping through the wreckage and disappearing.
"You Will Let Me Out Right This Instant"
The door remains stubbornly locked and closed, and Kanaya pulls out her lipstick with forced calm.
"Very Well Then"
There's a roar of a chainsaw, and the sound of it making kindling of the door, and the Troll is left panting with a grin at the remains of the door. Nodding with satisfaction, she brings her chainsaw up once again, this time to reapply her lipstick before dismissing it.
Remembering one cast thing before she leaves, she pulls up her husktop, and sends off a quick message, before stepping through the wreckage and disappearing.