Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24572299-20140401142059/@comment-24260323-20140612233112

Ferron sat on the bench checking the dossier on his tablet. It would be a few more minutes until the Hunter team that the Headmaster had sent would arrive at the docks, and it wouldn't hurt to know what each member was capable of in the field. He still couldn't believe that those villagers didn't send for PMCs for this Grimm problem.

"Of all the people they want me to work with and it had to be the damn Hunters...."

He tossed the tablet to his side, and spread his arms along the bench as he looked to the azure skies.

"Well a paycheck is a paycheck, and hopefully, it would be all over quickly," he thought to himself.

He began to rhythmically tap the glass screen of the tablet with his prosthetic's finger. A large shadow slowly covered him as the airship began going through its landing sequence.

Slowly getting on his feet, Ferron dusted himself off, stowed away his tablet, and began walking to the docks to meet the Hunter team.

"Might as well meet the people I'm going to be stuck with."