Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150806184438/@comment-26130256-20150910230307

Uriel whistled at the hallway. As much as this phantom annoyed him, he had a certain flair. And if he ever finished with his vigilante work, he could probably build a great haunted house.

"Impressive," he admitted. "It may be a little overdone, but it's nice and scary.  All I really want is a camera to film his reactions.  But since we've got an hour or two to kill, I'll go wake up our new friend.  She might as well learn what's going on."

After a few moments of walking, Uriel found where Jack-o-Lantern had hidden the robin Faunus. In one of the side rooms, there she sat, tied to a chair left in the warehouse. She was still out from when she was brought there, so the Blackbriar hitman poked her awake using a wooden rod he had found.

"Wakey, wakey, kiddo.  There's folks who want to talk to ya."