Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160218071019/@comment-26571677-20160308233532

(Delta posting in the morning!? The world is ending!)

He put his hands together as a fist in front of his face, hiding his mouth and nose, leaving only his eyes visible. This was where it got serious.

He hoped this wouldn't end in a fight, he'd lose.

"Why yes, indeed, I'm involved in Vale's Pilgrims, although I'd hardly call them, 'criminals'. Rather, I'd compare them to the 'ANGELs'. Which, I'm sure, you can hardly disagree with. Just like the ANGELs, us Pilgrims protect the general public, who view us as vigilantes, some, even heroes, and others, terrorists."

This man is dangerous, Rowtag must know about this.

Even as he spoke, Amilanthior's expression didn't change one bit, remaining completely calm, but the colours in the room seemed to dim, and the room seemed to freeze as the feeling of tension was smeared so thick that one could almost taste it.

"And again sir, I would rather this not turn into a...'pissing' match, where we take shots at each other's history. I'm sure that it wouldn't be...pleasant for either of us."

Grabbing a knife in one hand, and the fork in the other, he began to cut into the steak, feeling satisfaction at the slight resistance of the stringy meat, cooked to perfection.

"Will you please pass the barbecue sauce and salad?"