Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140217182232/@comment-5290299-20140220191957

"Alright...where should I be waiting..." Zaffre asked, to which Liadan rolled her eyes and left the group to their mechanics. This wasn't going to work, she knew that. Auburn was busy conversing with Zaffre with the group, but she decided not to.

"So we just gotta lay some traps and bam we got her!?" Auburn slammed his fist into his hand, obviously excited for the upcoming mission.

"We need to plan this out. She's not stupid, she's clever..." Zaffre raised her hand in a calming motion to Auburn. Honestly, she was risking her life and the payoff might not be what she had hoped.

''This isn't going to work. I know it won't. And yet they still want to go through with it. The chances are slim...but...they are not zero....Why am I really upset? Is it because we are going with his plans? Why am I still thinking about him?....wait....''

Liadan's eyes widen in fear.

''STOCHKHOLM SYNDOME!! THat must be it!! A normal person wouldn't be feeling this way....but I don't love him....I just admitted I was normal.....''

Liadan let her head drop. That was it. She gave up. Even when not here the guy was still trolling her. But then perched the question...which one was trolling her?

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Medea took a sip out of her glass, red wine dripping down her neck as she sat in her office. Her beautiufl features mirrored in the cold liquid, her eyes sparkled at the thought of the Harbringer taking up the case. Perhaps what a dangerous merc like Cacod couldn't do, he could. Even so, did he use a voice modifier on the phone? He sounded much to young to be a mercenary.

Click.

The door opened to reveal Medea's secretary, a beautiful young woman with her purple hair done up in a bow, snow like features, blue eyes and in an ivory business suit stepped inside, high heels clicking together as she bowed.

"Madan," The female spoke in a hgih pitched tone, raising the glases a little so they sat on the brdige of her nose. "There is a call for you on a secure line."

"Ah..that must be him then..." The giverness sighed as she picked up the phone.

"Yes? This is Medea Perrault."