Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-10356852-20130810020914/@comment-9196963-20130820213821

'''Marcel could only see darkness at the moment, last think he remembered was his face being slammed through a table...by Nox. He could hear the boy now, still cursing and intimidating as usual. Wait a minute. '''

The boy sat up, he was in an office. He looked to his left; Verdantos was still spouting some mess about his honor being defiled to Nox. Marcel looked dead into Nox's eyes, smiling. The boy looked a little caught off guard at Marcel's injuries. "You did quite the number on me. That assault rifle of yours must mean something serious to you. I can't really blame you though; I think I'd probably do the same if somebody took Atmosphere's Edge from me." He wiggle his feet and looked down, his feet were bare. Okay now he was a little strung out. It felt as if all the air in the room had disappeared.

"Okay. So we are about to have a serious problem if I don't find out where my skates are." Marcel wasn't frowning, he was still smiling but his tone was different. It was cold as dry ice.

