Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140421033222

He moved through the gleaming halls nigh silently. His footfalls were soft, measured. Each motion deliberate and confident. He held himself with the countenance many envied. His back was straight, head held high. But he wasn't strutting. More like...stalking. And power lay subtly in his form, showing itself through glimpses of muscle straining against fabric, the way his eyes watched every member of the staff. As if a wolf amongst its lessers, knowing he could attack them, knowing they were vulnerable. Knew he could slaughter them without pause. But simply didn't care. They weren't worth the time.

The staff themselves watched him warily. And it was to be expected. To take money for combat, for killing. Arson, treason, murder, assasination, bounties. All of it was accepted in his line of work. He himself had quite a reputation, especially for one so young. They all were told what to do, and especially what not to do. Antagonize him was one of those things not to do.

After all, this male butchered nearly fifty men single handedly. And they knew he wouldn't hesitate to strike them down.

He opened the door, and stepped inside. Midnight eyes regarded the occupants cooly, but with a hint of knowledge. He knew who every one of them was. Their weaknesses, their strengths, except for one. He sized up the desk his contractor sat at, the grim faced guards at the corners of the rooms bearing pistols. And calculated the odds of walking out of there if it came to that. The mercenary was content with every kill, and a slight scratch on his left cheek. The only problem was the wildcard.

He looked right at it, the woman sitting at the desk with a business like expression on her face. His scarred features remained impassive as he viewed her. Very pretty, even highly beautiful. About his age, so not a woman yet. Confident on the outside, but insecurities were present within. He inwardly smirked as he saw her shift slightly at his scrutiny.

"Ms. Goto." The voice was nearly dead, so devoid of emotion it could have come from a corpse. Except for a slight infliction of amusement on the end.  