Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20170301101118/@comment-24416658-20170304044713

Oh for Light's sake...

"It wasn't my decision to do this, anyway," Nacoma said, less angry or annoyed and more tired, "My father just thinks that we apparently need people like you to help us." She grabbed a chair that was nearby, spinning it and sitting down, her hands resting on the seat back, looking at Hazel.

"Personally, I would be fine just leaving. You're trained to kill, I'm not. That thing at the beginning? All prepared by someone who's better at speaking than I am. In all seriousness, I should be really fearing for my life." She decided to simply take off her facemask, seeing no more point to it. She placed her head in her hands, looking at Hazel curiously.

"But I'm not dead," she continued, "Because you are somehow interested. You already know all about us, and I'm sure they're undoubtedly already discovering the leaks back at the Fort. Which you could have infiltrated at any moment, with your knowledge." She yawned, covering her mouth.

"We're not meant to be anything special," she added, "Help those that can't help themselves, that's it. Not for money, not for fame, especially not for pride. One of the seven trials we go through for initiation, an initiation that is very outdated, in my opinion, is all about overcoming pride in place of something that is actually useful." She looked to the right, eyeing the artwork.

"I didn't bother to read your briefing," she said, "And you clearly aren't the type to trust anyone for any reason. So, I'll be a normal human being and just ask you. Are you a painter? You have some very nice artwork here."