Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-10337166-20150709063856/@comment-10337166-20150729225449

Vermont looked back to Prism and smiled sadly. He wasn't truly sad, he'd been through this too many times to feel truly sad about it, just empty in a way.

"She's dead, it was our first mission out of Beacon, we'd already cleared out most of the trash Grimm and were laying down to sleep for the night, then the forest opened up with a metric fuckton of the bastards. They forced me to head off and get help while they covered me, when I got back, no one was there anymore, and that's the last I heard of them."