Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5726563-20131001200220/@comment-27825329-20131003025606

Moira Lynwood didn't find this situation even vaguely amusing. First they call her in as a lecturer on experimental weaponry -- alright, due to the lovely encounter that led to with Professor Umbra, she was willing to forget that particular transgression -- and now they hire her to guide a bunch of tadpoles? Did Ozpin not pay attention to her at all? That man was so blatantly a chessmaster, and he didn't see that she was obviously a - a... a criminal? It wasn't like she really hid it... did she? Were her credentials -- rather lackluster ones at that -- worth more than her background? Maybe she shouldn't hold everyone to the same standard that Kaiser had. Maybe her boss -- her real boss, the big boss at Kaiser Armaments -- was more of an entity than anything else. That fox-faced bitch... Ugh. No need to get worked up over this now.

She had a damned job to do.

She had a zip-up hoodie on, making her look more like a shady dropout student -- which by all means, she kinda was -- and successfully concealing her DPAs. Her white hair fell messily, just barely kept out of her face by a pair of hair ribbons. She didn't have any make-up on and was glad her top concealed her neck (a lovely, lovely encounter with the professor). Overall, she looked like a mess.

Approaching the small gathering of students, she stopped. Her expression didn't elude to massive amount of silent, petty rage stirring beneath the surface. Outwardly, she was the epitome of calm and collectiveness. She looked each little brat in the eye before saying a single word. "... I am your guide, Moira Lynwood," she said, dead-pan in her teeny tiny little voice.