Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5704503-20160203190831/@comment-25924729-20160205081903

"You have control, but lack power." Tigris observed from Raven, stealing a wary glance at the girl seated nearby. What was her name again? Kai... Cy... The "Royal Pawn". The assassin was fully aware of the new ANGEL's prescence, and how she earned the spot.

But Tigris harbored no ill intent. ANGELs shared no love for each other In their game of death, colleagues dying were an everyday occurence, nothing to be suprised or disturbed about. Though she had to admit she was jealous of the Pawn, just a little. She wanted that kill for herself, could've used the credits...

As she ignored her, Tigris did the same, turning back to Raven, Berde and the third girl who spoke little. "Moping here won't help, the way to improve is through practise," she agreed with Berde. She never had problems controlling her own semblacne, then again, she suspected it was from mass murdering people with it since childhood.

"Practise makes perfect." she insisted with a knowing smile.