Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5726563-20130922211921/@comment-11588669-20130927030237

Nox grabbed Messer by the arm, and pulled him into another room. Rubbing his forehead as a heading starts to form, he looks at the acrobat.

"Mess, something tells me this isn't gonna be a simple party. For one thing, I have the need to keep a knife on me, and an eye on our two newcomers. Fruit head over there aswell, maybe. I don't know, I may be being overly paranoid, or have a form of PCST. But something about the red-haired kid puts me off. It may be a subconscious Aura, or something entirely different. Just, keep an eye on him." He finishes, and grimices. The feeling he gets from that guy...it's the same as those who like to feel strong. And most of the time, that's not good.

Contrary to popular belief, the need to feel strong, in power, was not just sated in combat. There was another way, this one much worse.

In a word: Rape.

He hated it. Contracts that had a mere mention of the word were torn to shreds infront of the potential client. Who was then disposed of. He'd seen the victems. The women, and sometimes men, who were so scarred they jumped at the mere sight of another. He'd even seen it happen a couple times.

Those got bloody, fast.

His eyes flashed as he recalled another incident, this one from a few days ago. One of his team-mates decided to force himself on Tianee. Nox, by sheer chance, was in the library at the time. And when he found what was going on....he nearly lost it.

His hands curl into fists, the digits nails digging into the flesh of his palm.

If he ever, caught that pissant doing anything of the sort, he will kill Jacen. And leave his body to rot where it lay.