Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25763181-20131202083852/@comment-5431934-20131202222034

Cri, who had been walking past Mess' door, overheard. Knocking on his old friend's door, he came in.

"Mess, what's wrong?" he started to say, as Messer stood up and began to walk towards the door. His friend, brushing past him, continued down the hallway, and out of site. Cri was about to go after him when his phone rang in his pocket. He flipped it open and brought it to his ear.

"There's a mission", said the voice into his ear. A stark, emotionless, no-nonsense type of voice.

Licking his lips, Cri paused a bit before answering.

"Would it happen to have anything to do with a hostage?"

"Correct", the voice responded. "A young woman by the name of Citrine Motacill has been-"

The voice was cut off as Cri flipped his communicator closed. ''Well, that certainly explains Mess. His girlfriend got taken...''

''By this point, Mess is probably already down there... damn it, I probably shouldn't have closed that and missed all the relevant information. Oh well, haven't tried this in a while.''

Heading back to his 'office' (Which was entirely a mess and nothing in order, with the window boarded over after an attack last summer), he grabbed his boots and slipped them on. Pausing, he sat in his comfy armchair, the one piece of furniture not completely a mess, collecting his bearings.

When he stood up again, a faint smile played across his lips, and there was the kind of gleam in his eye he hadn't had in a long time. Finally... I get some real action around here. Smashing the boards off of his window (Eh, I'll fix it later), he dove out into the vale sky, and, activating his boots, launched himself down to meet his old team leader at the entrance to the building below.

As the wind rushed past his face, he felt far more alive than he had in weeks. Twisting, he used his boots to counterbalance, landing somewhat gracefully on the ground next to Messer.

"Mess, mind me coming along for the ride?"