Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20140319031609/@comment-7497475-20140322055432

Stopping outside the door, Noir looked inside. It didn't look like her kind of place. Walking in, she cut off the waitress that came to adress her.

"Table twelve."

Her smile didn't break, but she could see she wasn't too happy with her attitude. Not that Noir cared, as she was led to the table, several other people present already.

"Quite the effort you've gone to for just a meeting."

She didn't know, or care but wanted to see how they'd react. Taking a chair, she was careful about making sure Phantom Limb was clear from any obstacles. Leaning back, she gazed at her company.