Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11527289-20130718200711/@comment-11588669-20130724042657

Sparks run off the blade as Nox completes the final stroke. Giving the techknife an expirimental swing, the teen nods in satisfaction. He sheathes the weapon on his belt, the motion smooth and precise. Turning to the rest of his items, a flash of blonde hair catches his eye. Moving his head to get a better view, his upper lip curls back into a snarl. The expression exposes double canines, a Grimm reminder that everything is not what it seems...

Glynda Goodwitch, one of the premier Huntresses seems to be giving some type of speech. Emitting a low growl, Nox returns to checking his equipment. Pulling of the thigh bandolier of throwing knives, he softly sets it next to him. Running through the rest of the equipment in his head, a hand touches his shoulder.

Startled, he turns, yanking out the large knife and removing the headphones in a fluid motion. And sees the oddest site.

A young girl (who looks to underage to be here) and her larger male companion, who has a lute. The girl seemed impatient(until the knife was drawn), with one hip cocked to the side and foot tapping away. Her friend was rather exasperated, and had a bat bit of complaining. Now, though, his hand is on his lute. And another male, this one short with obnoxiously orange hair, is striding toward Nox, sword drawn.

They all are watching the blade. Feeling the pulsing in his head increase, Nox brings a hand to his forehead. Hissing in pain, he sheathe the blade, takes another swig out of the flask, and asks one thing.

"Is there a reason you're bothering me?"