Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20131115144103/@comment-11588669-20131117024649

Nox raised an eyebrow, and followed her. Shutting the door behind him, he gave her a bemused look, and gestured for her to lock it.

"Word of caution. Never, ever leave someone alone in your place who does not live there." The mercenary explained. "Now, you might want to lock the door. If you need anything, I'll be in the training area. Just listen for the room that sounds like a war's going on." He walked away, heading towards the predescribed destination.

Pulling his knife out, he examined the blade as he walked. It was in good shape, but starting to dull. Frowning, he pulled a whetstone out of his belt pouch, and began grinding it on the blade-

Someone shoved him into the wall. He turned the blade just in time to not stab himself, but it slashed the side of his chest. The scarred face turned cold, and those dark eyes glared into the wall. He lashed his foot out behind him, digging his combat boot into the other student's knee. Swinging around, he gripped the kid, a senior by the look of it, and rammed his head into the wall. Then kept on walking.

The unconcious teen's friends didn't stop him. He rolled his eyes as he strode down the hall.

"Idiots." He shook his head, and gripped the cut. Blood was on his hands, and he sighed. "I could have freakin' died. What is with people that are part of a large organization and thinking they can get away with anything?" Nox muttered, and winced. It was another scar, but the main point was it's the holidays. A time he actually didn't condone violence.

Literally, this was the only time a year he never took contracts. It was a time to spend with family, and relax. Not be a jackass. He shook himself from his thoughts, and realized he was there. He stepped into the room, and activated his settings.

An enemy, human, popped up, and a grin stretched his features. A beep rang out, and the simulation started.