Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20160107051055/@comment-25924729-20160108110853

Vale looked up with genuine surprise. She hadn't taken the menacing boy for an educated person, having seen way too many thugs in her life for that. She regarded him with a newfound curiousity. "Harper Lee, author of 'To Kill a Nevermore', regarded as a masterpeice of race sensitive novels and an anecdote often used by faunus rights activists in debating their cause."

Vale spoke with passion and from experience, still wary but excited to meet someone with a common interest in literature. Something nagged at the back of her mind, she was forgetting something crucial to do when beginning a conversation.

She finally remembered. ''Self introduction. ''"My name is Vale."

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Laura exited the washroom and watched Vale speak to the creepy boy with a relieved smile, glad that her friend was being social for once. A welcome change, considering the assassin's typical reaction to meeting strangers was an instinct to tear out their throats or otherwise brutalize them.

Leaving them to chat, she looked out the window with relief that they'd landed, then amazement when the ground started sinking. The Pilgrim's base seemed so innocent and simple from the outside, only a few scattered wooden huts above ground. But this was a whole new level of covert operation... ''MY GOD! ''

The doors opened, and she faced two familiar people. Nacoma and the Pilgrims leader. They were already leaving before she could reply to Rowtag's greeting, apparently in a hurry somewhere. Laura waved to Vale and creepy boy to before jogging after Nacoma.