Board Thread:Role Plays (Adult)/@comment-25763181-20140726003102/@comment-11588669-20140726021928

Umbra nodded, inwardly cursing.

This'll make things harder...

He gave the order to the cook, and returned to his station. Silver eyes eyed his brother with worry. Nox just knocked back three fourths of a tall glass filled with scotch without so much as a scratch.

"That bad, eh?" He asked, loud enough for the woman to hear.

"They had a room..." Nox stated quietly, his tone in it's public, dead monotone. "Filled with men...woman...children...there were signs of forced injections." The mercenary took another sip, this one smaller. "The males showed signs of physical abuse and labor. The women were raped, injections holes in their arms...presumably drugs to keep them awake during the act. And the children..." Here, he knocked back the rest, and signaled Umbra for another. The barkeep filled it without question.

This was the hard part about being a mercenary. The things you'd see, or even do were utterly sick and twisted.

"The children were worse than the women...some were missing limbs...both the boys and the girls raped...." His face shifted into a look that was terrifying. The air seemed to chill slightly around him, and his grip on the glass tightened to the point you could hear cracks beginning to form. Then he relaxed, knocking back a bit more, and setting the glass closer to the woman next to him.

"Fucking White Fang..." Nox exhaled slowly, and looked up, his midnight blue eyes coming into the light for the first time all evening. He opened his mouth, fangs exposed as he took another draft. "Fighting for Faunus rights...and yet you deny humans their own...they're nothing more than terrorists." He spat distastefully. Umbra blinked, realizing how bad it must have been. Nox normally didn't care one way or another about organizations. But to make him say this.

"They had another room...this one a torture chamber..." He trailed off, sighing. "It's in the past. And they're all dead. Apparently had a few higher ups organizing it...nothing more than bleeding corpses."