Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140604041930/@comment-13593058-20140731051413

Cold as the alley way may had become, this cold was nothing compared to the cold of steel. Memories was no stranger to it. It was something she has lived with all her life.

The round Liadan shot had obviously frozen the elevator doors. The only way to open them again was to chip away at the ice. Of course, this action was an indication of agitation. Memories was fully aware of it.

She had blood on her hands tonight, and perhaps there will be more blood than she wished for.

The girl in the lab coat had stymied her progress, to her, the girl was an obstacle.

And as she had always functioned, obstacles were simply things you needed to remove.

Still, Memories refused to acknowledge the girls demand, and like she had performed at the bar earlier, the wrapped up katana revealed itself once more.

With a quick flick, the white ribbon came loose, flowing gently with the falling snow, mimicking its surroundings. The white mask of Memories showed no emotion towards any opponent.

Again her posture demonstrated no evidence of any heavy drinking, but instead of waiting like she did prior, Memories made the first attack.

Like wind blowing through a hurricane, Memories blew herself at an unreal speed towards Liadan with her sword held high and aimed right at the heart.