Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20160627220231/@comment-26571677-20161212103340

Valka slowly moved her face towards the innkeeper and eyed the man intently with her piercing, cold blue eyes accompanied be her completely neutral expression. They seemed to bore into the man as she scanned for any ill intent or maliciousness. She found none, but suspected that she'd thoroughly unnerved the barkeeper by doing so.

"My name is Valka, Valka Cedafalt."

As she spoke, her hands delved inside her coat, and pulled out her Scroll, which flashed her profile in Beacon, accompanied by a photo and ID. Then, just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone again. It had been shown long enough to get a look, and to confirm her indentity, but not to remember any solid facts. She'd calculated the time shown, and the man would likely forget about her two days after she left. Four, at the very most.

With that settled, Valka took her room key, and sat on the stool, holding her drink.

She drank her alcohol slowly, methodically. She only took small sips, as if taking in the sharp scent of alcohol, and the tingly feeling of it in her mouth, followed by a bitter aftertaste that strangely only left her craving more. Such was the power of good drink, she supposed.

Though, the ANGEL did not let it overtake her, she still had work to be done tonight. Her first task was to gather some more information. Specifically, about the killer, what the nature of the town currently was, and even folk tales, as from her experience, killers often liked to delve into gradiose names, and titles. They often had patterns too, though she suspected that this murderer would be particularly hard to pin down, which was good. It only meant that the rewards to be reaped would be even better.

She signalled for the bartender once more, and flicked her hair to the side.

"I have heard about the killings lately. Do you know anything about them? Did you know any of the people killed? How has it affected the town?"

She said these with an almost casual voice, but underneath that was a tone of calculation and concentration, as she read his body language, putting three sets of credits onto the table one by one.