Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26104528-20150803051000

"It is. I remember back when I first met her. The institute needed a pair of stealth experts to shut down some unliscenced production. They said normally this was a job for Graduates, but McNally vouched for me and said I pull this off, I could skip at least three finals." Fritz finished off the last of the turkey cubes, faint lightning arcs from the Yellow dust in the recipe arced to his fork. "I come across this purple haired girl who was playing Dust Crusher the whole trip there and talking like a valley girl. After enduring that nonsense, I get off after her, CATSAI doesn't respond and she turns to me and says in a astronomically less-obnoxious voice: looking for this? In her hands is my scroll...And that whole trip she was sitting across from me and didn't move from her seat."

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"Perhaps that explains why the Order has notably less activity in Vacuo then." That's when the screen shifted color contrast due to a thermite charge detonation. On the Paladin. A faunus-like shape was seen nearby as the Paladin slumped down.

Eventually, every Order soldier not on the ground tossed thier weapons aside, raised their arm, and charged towards the mobsters. "Oh..." Zephrion himself paled as well. Fortunatly for him, he had yet to have to face down a Martyrdom charge during perhaps say, an assassination attempt. Still though, the thought of a horde of intoxicated fanatics, all rigged to explode when killed and sprinting headlong towards you was something the CEO was grateful to never have had to deal with.