Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160209062713/@comment-25924729-20161031152020

"I-it was supposed to be a covert mission. The only people who know that im here are the Pilgrims that sent- Oh crap, I forgot to report home!"

Protocol dictated that while on mission, Daphne had to send a daily status report to her employers via encrypted signal, so they could keep track of her findings, and send additional instructions. Her last check in was due right about the time she was unconscious last night... She had been MIA for almost 24 hours.

Knowing Vale, the overprotective assassin would have freaked out, and taken action against the ones she assumed were hurting her. As merciless as the girl was, Daphne always knew Vale cared for her, and despite everything, the maid couldn't resist a small smile.

"Azzie, it's fine. Vale is a friend. You just have to let her know that im fine, and you're not going to hurt either of us."

Another piercing scream echoed through the manor, filled with rage and pain. Daphne winced lightly at the distressed assassin's cry. "Please don't hurt my partner..."

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For that pun alone, she wanted to break the man's jaw. But in her current state Vale could barely move, let alone strike him. Ice shrapnel from the explosion formed a crude manacle around her neck and upper back, effectively pinning her face first  to the floor, and crushed under heavy ice.

No way to run, no way to fight... she could only writhe helplessly as the enemy approached, weapon in hand. Vale tracked his motions with an acid glare, almost certain his next move would be to put a bullet in her skull.

In that instant, she was afraid, not of death, but if the enemy was truly as barbaric as Vale imagined... Her death would not satisfy them. The monsters will be enraged, bloodlust fueling their actions. They would turn their wrath elsewhere, maybe even on the poor, helpless maid in their clutches....

''Daphne... What have... I've failed you, I'm sorry...''