Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20160513001657/@comment-26571677-20160514030747

She looked at him, peering into his eyes wiht her cold, apathetic, blue ones. She'd seen him at Beacon before, but, like all people, he was most likely too blind to see everything around himself. Observation was key, to being a good hunter. And a good killer.

She didn't put away her weapon, and, if anything, only became more hostile. Something was off, she could feel it, and she was moments away from attacking him. One reason why she was such a good ANGEL, was that she didn't take any chances. Ever.

"Violence is sometimes the only solution. For I have found, that whoever has the sword, decides who has the pen."

Her stare became withering,

"Now, I ask of you once more, before I become peeved, who are you, and what is your relation to me?"