Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13593058-20160406093940

 "Psh, I still can't believe the higher ups approved of this." The police officer spat angrily at the shadow he faced. He fiddled with the firearm by his side, a standard pistol of which has saved him on a multitude of occasions, and rubbed the creases of his navy uniform. "I don't care what you did for them; you don't deserve anything."

 "Now, now, captain, your emotions are getting the better of you again." The shadow replied with a decisive tone, "Besides, despite what your personal stance of me is, the legal system still dictates me as an... individual ." He gently placed his palm onto the cold and perferated acrylic wall which separated him from the man in uniform as if to wish for human contact.

 The officer clenched his teeth at the act and retreated from the man - a prisoner, locked within a clear acrylic box for all to see and for him to see all.

 "Don't dirty your prison; no one's going to clean it for you." the officer snapped.

 The man in the box only chuckled, "Oh but I won't be in this box much longer, will I, Captain Evans?"

"Dr. Rorschach Fredrick Yung (yee-ung), one of this decade's most brilliant forensic psychologists--"

"Racist asshat and cannibal." Arterio barked suddenly. He cleary appeared agitated by the presence of such a man as he tightened the grip on her folded arms and furiously sped up the tapping of his foot. He thought it strange that his speech would change so drasticly when faced with an individual such as this; his calm demeanor was replaced by an easily explosive and uncontrollable desire to slander and curse. Even the chair he sat on felt uncomfortable as his armour found its way into the softer parts of his body, digging into every crevice. His horns and crimson hair felt out of place in a room full of well dressed Atlus law enforcers, especially in front of the well aged man addressing him currently.

"... Yes that is also true," continued the man, "he has been found guilty for the murder of four Faunus individuals as well as their consumption."

"Cut the cr-" Arterio managed to catch himself cussing this time, "Please get to the point, sir. What kind of job entails me to associate myself with this lunatic?"

"Transportation." the man replied confidently, "You and another will be responsible for transporting Dr. Yung from this Atlus based facility to the Vale establishment. We are rather understaffed you see and Vale's division are currently occupied with their own affairs."

<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;"><span style="font-weight:normal;font-family:Arial;font-size:13.3333px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:21px;">"... another?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;"> "Ah yes, I suppose the two of you haven't met yet." he motioned for one of her subordinates with a flick of his eyebrows who left the room punctually, several seconds later, he returns. Behind him a spectacle of a woman with a head of lengthy white-hair kept in a luxurious tail and dressed in a  hexagonal patterned jet black sneaking suit. On top of her clothing, she often wore an angelic white trench coat edged in blue and a white.

<p style="font-weight:normal;"> Her expression however, was indecipherable and always covered with a white porcelain mask displaying an emblem of some sort.

<p style="font-weight:normal;"> "Arterio Salvatore," the man introduced the two, "Agent Memories." <ac_metadata title="Lost Time Memory (PRP Dust and Ender)"> </ac_metadata>