Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-22854550-20160416005025/@comment-27743663-20160416014948

Spiegel Grau somberly walked down the streets of desolated Vale, Devil's Apparition present on his left-arm as he scanned his surroundings. He was a bit cold, having lost his coat earlier in the day, but he didn't seem to mind. All that mattered to him was completing what he was told, dealing with the Grimm and any other threat nearby. He also needed to ask around for hints on where Marain could be, though given how much time had passed, he doubted she was in the city anymore.

He stopped as he turned the street corner, scanning his surroundings once more. Damn. He was somewhere completely different from where he was supposed to be. He chastisted himself for being lost in thought, noting his failure as one of many he'd been causing. He needed to make up for that.

He turned to head back, but noticed something at the corner of his vision. He turned to get a better look, and saw what appeared to be a giant rat draggings its claws along the dirt. A Grimm perhaps? No wait, that was a person. Odd. The resemblence is uncanny.

Looking again after his latest flub, he noticed the distinctive uniform the giant ra- Ahem. The distinctive uniform the person was wearing.

White Fang.

Hmm. That falls under the threat category. The person looked hardly higher than a grunt though, perhaps not that high a threat. He could either deal with them, or go back on report it. Hmm. Better safe than sorry, he reasoned. Doing this could save more lives in the future as well.

As he turned to fully face the giant-rat person, Devil's Apparition knocked down trashcans at Grau's side, making a loud clattering noise that rang throughout the street. Well, the giant-rat person surely heard that. With all the mistakes he was making- how did Nigrum say it? Ah yes.

Amateur hour.