Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24260323-20151016153337/@comment-25924729-20151129153356

''...They ran from her, like the cowards she always knew they were. She was powerful, merciless. Twisting, slashing, killing, a whirlwind of righteous carnage reaping a field of sinners.''

''Beacon was burning, and it was beautiful. Her sworn enemies, Huntsmen and Huntresses fled from the accursed place, and Vale awaited them in the courtyard, cutting down those who escaped with extreme prejudice. It was her dream, her life's purpose to destroy those she perceived as the cause for her and Mother's suffering.''

''Mother... She stood above it all, at the head of the dying beast. Ozpin's office. The headmaster was long gone, slaughtered by Mother herself. VIolet stood at the office window, watching her daughter fight below with pride in her eyes. ''

''Vale looked up, and saw a truly beautiful sight. Mother smiled, she was pleased. Seeing the one person she devoted her life to happy filled Vale with the ultimate satisfaction...''

She woke with a gasp. How long had she been asleep? She didn't even remember dozing off!

Vale looked around with bleary eyes. It was just a dream, but one which she swore to make a reality someday. It was her life's mission: To exterminate Criminals and Huntsmen, starting with the Crimson Devil.

She chastised herself for the ameteur's mistake. What kind of assassin fell asleep in the middle of a mission?! No. She had to be sharp, alert. STAY AWAKE!

Five minutes later, boredom overcame her again, and the assassin curled into a ball, drifting back to her dreams of genocide...