Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160411075838

The park was a lonely place in the morning, mist hung low over the ground, turning everything into black, vague shapes. Few birds sang, and the general atmosphere was gloomy. But it was also quiet, the weather was cool and few people lingered around, save the occasional morning jogger or homeless taking refuge on the benches.

In short, Dalton found it the perfect place to brood, and boy, he had much to brood over. Between saving his teammates from a psychopath, reviving his girlfriend from death, finding out Lyko was a White Fang terrorist, and consoling a heartbroken Estelle over this fact afterwards, all in the span of one week... God! he needed some space to think.

Beside him, Bucky nuzzled Dalton's leg, staring at him with an intelligent look, as if asking "Need help? I got you bro!"

Dalton smiled, bent down and scratched his partner's ears. "Thanks bud, i'm good."

Dog and owner perked their heads up at distant voices. People up ahead. Dalton sighed and turned around, prepared to walk away. He was definitely not in a social mood today.

But he'd barely walked five steps before another sound rang through the trees, a girl's scream, shrill and panicked. Dalton whipped around, reflexively drawing out one tonfa. With the other hand, he signalled to Bucky, an open palmed, patting the air gesture. Be quiet, and be ready...

The pair moved towards the direction of the sound, quietly, but urgently. 