Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140503224606/@comment-24080120-20140508025651

Feral's scroll had a message, a low tone voice talked and confirmed something. He nodded, then he turned his back from the entrance of the drop ship as it slowly closed. Blood looked at him with confusion, his mind was now filled with two questions. He stood in front of Feral and stopped him from proceeding any more further in the drop ship until he gets his answers.

"Why did you need me here anyway? huh?!"

Feral looked at him with an evil cold look.

"Your weapon, brother. If you must know... Your weapon's a unique type of weaponry, and I'm sure you're well aware of the 'red oxygen' effect of it..."

Blood had his eyes wide open when he mentioned that.

"You're planning to kill everyone there using MY weapon?!"

"No... I'm planning to drown everyone in the train with oxygen and make them all fall asleep as we make the plan go in motion... Is it not what you want? no one will get hurt this way..."

Feral was obviously playing it safe, and Blood had a feeling that he was lying.

"This... this isn't like you..."

Feral smirked and said :

"Please, don't make me want to change the plan.... Besides, I have no interest in fighting mere lap dogs of Beacon. My time is better spent elsewhere."

Feral's eyes were set on the heist, not in the fighting. But still, something seems very off about him.

"What about that call you received?"

"...Classified."

"...Is my friends alright?"

"Of course, we wouldn't want to harm your precious friends, right brother?"

"...Why are we leaving? I thought you were waiting for the new recruits?"

Feral chuckled.

"They're already there."