Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140208053126/@comment-11588669-20140208060740

His arm shot forward, his grip around the man's throat tight. The other held up a finger for her to wait. Nox shifted forward, bringing the man up to his face. The mercenary could smell the stink of alcohol on his captives breath. The smirk turned boarderline demonic, and his eyes flashes with bloodlust, death, carnage. They drew the man in, sending images through his mind. The smell of urine filled the air, and the man went limp, his eyes rolling into his skull. Winter dropped him, a look of disgust on his features as the man cracked his head upon the bar.

The bartender just replaced the mercenary's water with another.

What he did wasn't a power, or even a chemical. The mercenary had just thought up of all the worst contracts he'd ever taken, the ones that engaged the monster within, the boarderline warzones that left behind piles of bodies.

He turned to the other mercenary, and gave her a half smile, half smirk, then schooled his features back into the impassive mask. There was almost no emotion in it, aside from recognition, and a small amount of warmth. From him, that was the equivilent of a hug. If the sarcasm wasn't mixed in.

"Nixia." His tone matched his eyes: cold, impassive, uncaring. "I assume you're here about the contract? The client should be showing soon."