Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25582638-20160610195851/@comment-5999656-20160626031350

Automne noticed that the teensy black cat was now hanging off her tail by its claws. As her tail swooshed back and forth, swinging the feline wildly, Automne decided that she didn't appreciate the depletion of her Aura, and reached up. With a gloved hand she plucked the pet off and resisted flinging it at the couch, instead setting Kira gently on the table and allowing her own tail to fall.

The sound of a masculine voice sent her blood rushing again. She leaped up off her stool, fists clenched and eyes narrowed, fighting to keep herself from automatically launching herself at the intruder. This was supposed to be a safe house, and yet somebody else had come in... what was this? A young male with spiky silver hair and a teasing smile. What kept Automne from going into full-on attack mode was the odd words her had uttered.

Disgusting pervert.

The isolation of her one animal limb was offending to Automne, despite the activity she had just finished with it. It sounded as creepy as if he had said something like, "Your arm is beautiful," or some weird psycho killer crap like that. Automne said nothing as she raced to assess the situation and an appropriate manner of action. It didn't help that she had just stepped out of an actual fight where she'd just killed five guys. And yet... wasn't that voice familiar?

"Who the hell - wait, no."

The guy still hadn't made a move, so it seemed he wasn't intent upon harming her. And as the realization dawned on her, Automne understood where she'd met this young man before. She fought to stifle her urge to attack him, so when she spoke her voice was still tight.

"We meet again, Agent Joker," Automne said guardedly. "I must say, it seems you've been taking good care of your hair as well. As intentionally messy as before." Yeah, this playful attitude, belying a definite creeper intent... she'd definitely felt it before.

She hoped Cyzarine would come back to explain what was going on.