Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5726563-20131012204124/@comment-25151516-20131014173202

James had a somewhat satisfied look on his face

"Well," he began, still texting. "As nice as it is to be recognized, it does make my job harder when people know my name. I know yours because: Where would you find a bull Faunus with the gait of a former tournament fighter and the face of a tempered mind of tolerance for mankind? Also, I heard about your fight when I started at Beacon. On another note: I have had good mention from my colleges who go to Brew and Bunk for a peaceful drink without any fighting. Good on you."

As they moved down the streets, James pulled out his Electrostatic Lockpick, silver fitting, leather handle, and a blue dome at the end, and held it next to his phone. Several corespondent beeps and chimes sounded from both devices.

"Just uploading some pre-sets," he told Bruce. "Always leave the house prepared."