Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5426254-20160918021603/@comment-26571677-20161006093831

Her scroll beaped, and the killer looked down with a sigh, tapping her foot impatiently. The nerve of that boy....she wouldn't mind teaching him a bit of a lesson on respect for superiors....but that would have to wait for later. For now, unfortunately, she was working with him.

As for the huntsman, she couldn't say that she felt very threatened...at all. She had experience taking down hunters, Avladek doubted that these....would be much different. It was too bad that she'd have to kill all of them. It was too quick, you don't get to see the fear in their eyes, as their life slowly faded, blood bubbling from his woundsmouthscreamingtheirlastnoiseandthe! And the!

Alvadek reached out of the door of the cargo bay, and pulled in a butler carrying a tray of drinks, punching and wrestling him down, before digging her fingers into his throat, wrenching, twisting, digging into the bone, cartilage, and flesh until....

'Crack!'

And the body went still.

Alvadek slumped back, body falling with her as she panted in exhilaration. It wasn't enough, but it would do for now.

She tugged on the body, pulling it away into a cargo bay before stopping, and putting on the corpse's clothes, leaving the near-nude body in the cargo hold that would never see its destination.

She now wore suit pants, and a vest covering a pristine white shirt, the only mildly interesting part was her coat, which replaced a normal suit blazer, giving her outfit a bit of flair.

She strapped Blood Lotus onto her back, the instrument covered in a black cover so that she looked like a performer, and walked out of the hold, plan already moving with the gears in her head as she foresaw the ambush...