Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-36249954-20181207200202/@comment-34369352-20181215011206

Chrysanthemum was on the ship.

Even as her unconscious mind screamed out in exitement and nervousness, her waking self told it to shut the *bleep* up and exerted an aura of confidence and calmness.

“Is there anything you'd like to ask me, Mister?...” Chrysanthemum asked the general. She might be wearing rags with not much stuff as her belonging, but that simply means she has no attachment to that lower civilization planet called earth.