Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-10380701-20140201163733/@comment-11644980-20140215021729

Allen shrugged at Cain's insinuation. "Claim what you will, but at the end of the day, only man a guy's obeying is himself." With that, he left the shop and climbed back into his car. After a moment's contemplation, he reached inside the paper bag from earlier and looked at the headphones he'd bought. A gift for someone. A someone who, in all honesty, he was reminded of greatly by Azura.

He thought back on what Cain has said earlier. Who would he have been working for that would care how he raised some random girl, anyways? First instinct was that this indicated cult-level devotion, but nothing sprang to mind on that front except the White fang. And that obviously wasn't right. He pulled out his scroll and connected to the C.S.S. database. Maybe some of the informants had archived something of relevance.