Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24038198-20130828220157/@comment-11588669-20130916003826

"Give me a second." Walking over to the stall, Nox looks at the shards, seemingly searching for something. A second later, he grins and picks up a shard of the door.

His knife is still in it. Gripping the hilt, the scarred teen pulls it from the ceramic, and sheathes it at his hip.

Nodding to the others, he walks outside. Some of the girls give him a glare. He snarls right back, eyes daring them to try anything. Most look at him shocked. But some still glare, and reach for their weapons.

Nox has already turned back to Avery.

"That, makes sense. And, explains my...er...need for killing. For some odd reasons, Auras amplify my negative emotions. Sorry about that." He scratches the back of his head sheepishly, then turns a bit more somber. "And plus...I don't have one..." The merc says softly.

Just another inadequecy to these Hunters....pile them on, why don't you?