Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11527289-20130718200711/@comment-11588669-20130729040503

Watching the small, orange haired kid who is in need of a serious sttitude adjustmant fly out the rampway, the scarred teen smirked. What an Idiot.

Turning, he gathers his equipment. The items withdrawn from the pouch are replaced. The bandolier of knives is slid on, gliding smoothly over the grey pants.

Looping an arm though a strap, the young mercenary gently shrugs it onto his shoulder. The strap slips on over metal bracers, carries past the dark blue sleeve of his hoody. And finally, he picks up his weapon. Nightfall. An assault rifle, with the melee form of a hooked, one edged longsword. Light gleams off of the ebon finish, highlighting the blue markings along it's length. Gripping the weapon by the body, he turns to the girl, with a grin born of ill intent across his scarred visage.

"A meanie. Childish, but apt, I suppose." Now the grin vanishes, replaced by a snarl of dislike. "I am a monster, little girl." The last two words are spat with as venom as he can muster. "You have no clue, how often I have had to fight to get food or money to survive. My rifle has removed men's head from hundreds of yards away. My blade has peirced through chests of man and beast alike, depriving them of life. Spare me your pitiful analysis, and your pity, and grow some commen sense. To approach someone sharpening a knife is foolish. But," Here, Nox's voice grows softer, wistful. "Never lose your innocence. Because once it's gone, you can never reclaim it."

Without another word, the blue haired teen walks out of the airship. Striding past a black haired girl reading a book, he travels into Beacon. Awaiting what the world will bring, and ready to tear it down.