Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24260323-20151016153337/@comment-25924729-20160426131952

Before they left, Vale strode up to the Crimson Devil, set her CATSAI earpiece to voice recognition, and kicked him in the stomach, hard.

“Aaauugh!” he grunted through the gag, and squirmed to retaliate, but in vain.

''Voice I.D. confirmed. Transferring to Paradise server. ''And a few moments later. ''Message received. Bounty head confirmed, transferring Credits now. ''

She sighed, stretched luxuriously, catlike, and backed away from the thrashing Devil, feeling the familiar rush of victory, of a mission well done. Of course, Vert had to ruin the moment with his childish rant, it probably wasn't even original.

Vale cringed, and shot him a dirty look. "Juvenile." she growled, as the assassin entered the homebound VTOL.

She lied of couse, about not caring about the Vytal Tournament, about hating the group. For the first time in her life, Vale felt... something strange. Like, a sense of attachment to those whom she fought with, a higher purpose. Killing not to end life but to preserve it.

''Is this what they feel, those sinners in their foul Hunter Academies? What is this? Honour? Purpose? Companionship? A Team? Compassion?...''

...Friends?

She clenched a fist angrily.'' NO! I will NOT be jealous of these... these SINNERS! They are evil, they are scum! I don't need this, i don't need... love!''

She put on a cold face for the group as the VTOL descended over the same harbour they'd arrived from. Pretending she didn't care. She didn't even say goodbye, but chose to slink into the shadows, and dissapear in the night...

''...I am cold, I am ruthless, remorseless. I live to kill, and kill to serve. I am a weapon, a predator, feared and deadly...''

''...I am alone, feared, misunderstood, a ghost, a loner to the end. My heart is ice, emotion is weakness. I feel no sorrow. I REFUSE fo feel...''

As she ran, a single tear whipped from her eye, and was lost in the wind.

''...I am the Ripper. I am Vale...''