Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20151203145629/@comment-24416658-20151207070728

Hafleikr finished cleaving his sword through the last Beowulf, before turning to the other two people in the clearing. One was shivering, the other was bloodthirsty. He sighed, just as Nacoma entered the clearing.

"I'll be honest," she said, shrugging, "This one's kind of archaic. Needless to say, you passed again. Envy. An emotion that has no place among our group, a group that works together to survive. Now, follow me." With that, Nacoma and Hafleikr ran off back towards the city.

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Finally in the city, Nacoma led the others to a large open ourtyard behind a bunch of flats. Waiting for the others to arrive, she motioned to a table, where two syringes are present.

"We need to inject you for the next two tests," she says, grabbing the syringes. "Don't worry, it won't hurt. That much." She smirked under her face mask.

"Of course, there is another option," she said, "for this test. It would be much more...personal, however."

(You already know what I mean.)