Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20160107051055/@comment-26571677-20160521122636

"I wouldn't have joined you guys if you were 'gentle'. The whole reason I came here, is because I'm tired of seeing sentimentality cloud judgment. I just want an attitude of 'Mission at all costs'. No sennse saving one, to kill thousands of others."

He finninshed his cereal, leaving the spoon in there, and grabbing some buttered toast, spreading black stuff over it lightly, and wincing at the taste of saltiness spreading over his tongue. (It's Vegemite) Meanwhile, as the other two talked, his mind drifted into last night, remembering the feeling of complete blindness that had engulfed him last night.

It was...claustrophobic, in a sense, feeling the darkness swallow him, and surround his body as he was hit from all directions. His semblance had certaintly helped him along, but he needed to stop using it as a crutch, which would be why he would be investing heavily into the 'Stealth' section of the Pilgrims. That, and he also was the assassin and scout for his team, Kinaver would be delighted to know of his progress.