Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160501033839/@comment-27743663-20160502203034

(Was doing this on mobile, then page crashed. On laptop now, still salt cause I had five paragraphs)

Nigrum watched the entire affair from his spot above, his grin growing wider by the second as the fight progressed. It didn't falter for even a second, not even when the boy slit one of the grunt's throats. He may have liked all people, but killers were people too, after all. And this killer was far more interesting than any of the grunts he was taking out.

The way he was dealing when them stuck out to him though. Even though he couldn't see well in the dark alleyway, he could sitll see enough from their movements. He was preferring incapacitation rather than death. Hmm...if that was the case, it seemed his guess of it being gang related was looking more accurate.

People were only left alive for two reasons. One, someone wanted information, or two, that person was merciful. It was easy to tell that this boy wasn't the latter. So, he wanted information. About what, he wasn't sure. But if it was gang-related, no, actually, it definitely was at this point. If it's White-Fang related, than it would be big. And the most important part, interesting.

Granted, if he was right, he was totally in over his head, but when wasn't he in the everlasting pursuit to watch the marvelous beings known as people? He was snapped out of his reverie as the sound of heavy footfal and struggling, something which mildly surprised him. He'd zoned out for a second there, quickly registering the situation with a flash of his one eye turning green.

Hmm. It seemed the boy- new name for him. Boy makes him sound too old. He's a faunus, has a stump near the tail, appears fluffy...probably dog or something similar. Dog-boy? No, too similar. Killer? No, too cliche. Mutt? Too informal. Husk? Relates to what faunus it could be, and how he figuratively currently is. Fitting. Husk it is then.

With those rapid-fire thoughs cleared, he deactivated his semblance once he addressed the situation, looking at the two escapees and Husk who wouldn't catch up no matter what he did. Unless he had a semblance to anyway, but if he did, why not use it to stop them now? Hmm. Well, he prefered to be a part of the audience rather than an actor, but there was merit in taking part of the play to spice things up every once in awhile.

Nigrum jumped up onto the railing, sliding down it before kicking himself off and forward to intercept both grunts at the front of the alley. He didn't like hurting people much, if at all, but given the circumstances he'd make a special case now. He quickly spun aroud on one foot, raising the other and knocking one of the faunus on the side of the head and down to the ground.

With the same spinning momentum, he raised his gloved hand, electricity sparking through it and placed it on the second surprised faunus' neck. With a light crackle, the faunus' eyes rolled back inside his head and fell over, unconscious.

Wordlessly, Nigrum lightly placed his hands in his pockets, turning to face Husk with a slight smirk, "The next thing you'll say is, 'What?! Who are you? What are you doing here? This isn't any of your business. Leave."