Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20131029012632/@comment-11588669-20131113020015

The ballroom was elegant. Crystilline chandoliers hung from the intracate ceiling, silken draperies adorned the windows. The food was rich, both in price and flavor. It was a masquerade, so many a-folk wore masks, from the beautifully mundane to the complex headdresses. No one knew each others identities, aside from the guards and their clients.

It made his job that much harder. Nox stood against a wall, with a clear line of sight to his charge. His dress was metal, his mask a cold faceplate with a cross shaped visor. His boots had knife-sheaths in them, and a sword hilt stuck out over his left shoulder. His colors were of the night sky and moonlight, augmented by a slight amount of shadow.

He fit into the role of a guard well. But his gaze was not completely on Tristan, who wore a white tux. The merc's sight rested on his partner as well. A lithe girl, with long teal hair and copper eyes. She was in a light cream dress. Her steps fell in line with Tristan's wonderfully, even though she doubted herself earlier.

Shaking his head, the teen took a view of those around them. Tianee would be fine; she had Ocean Thorn and his pistol. Four people, men and women alike, broke off and began making their way towards the two dancing. Nox moved on intercept, pushing himself from the wall.

People parted before him, his presence both intimidating and reassuring at the same time. He stepped right behind one of the men, and delivered a lightening fast blow to the back of the head. His target stumbled, and Nox caught him. Making it look like he was helping the man to a table, the merc sat him down.

"Who are you, and why were you heading towards Mr. Silas?" He whispered, clenching his clawed fingers into the man's arm. He whimpered, and informed the merc that he was an assassin.

Too easy.

He nodded his thanks and gently snapped the now known assassin's neck. No one saw, and no one would know. It was completely silent.

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Tristan was having a marvolous time.The people, the food. This was where he excelled. High living, in its most glamorous form.

He noticed his partners discomfort, and a small frown graced his lips.

"Miss Tianee, are you alright?" He questioned.