Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-26571677-20160209211941/@comment-26571677-20160324113456

She walked slowly towards the docking bays, heels clacking on the steel floor, wind blowing her jacket, hair and clothes to the side. It was the dead of night, and only one shop was online and activated.

The dark sky was lit up by the bright illumination that the Bullhead's lights provided. The air was cold, but would be nothing, compared to what Mistral would have to offer. That was what her thick jacket was for.

A single person was standing beside the airship. He lit a cigarette in his hands, cupping them so that the tiny fire in his hands would catch. Valka walked up to him, and looked him straight into his beady, brown eyes, darted with small spots of gold. He smelt of rotting fish, and old, wet mothballs, a disgusting scent, to say the least.

"The hell you here for?"

"I'm a conduit, you're transporting me-"

"Yeah? I don't know nothin' bout' that"

Valka sighed, looking down, and then back up, with a dangerous glint in her freezing, cold blue eyes.

"Now get, before I get the-urgk!"

She held a small icicle in her hands, and held the dangerous end very, very close to his throat, so that the cold of the weapon transferred onto his skin, making his body shake.

"Okay! Okay! I get it!"

She melted the item, dripping water in the floor,

"Good."

He grumbled, walking away, and Valka could distinctly hear him mutter something under his breath,

"Fucking conduits"

She couldn't care less. Checking her pocketwatch, she sat on a box of produce that the Bullhead would be shipping, and waited for the other to arrive. The operation that would end the suffering of all conduits, was about to get underway. Their freedom was close, she could taste it.