Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20140703144312/@comment-7497475-20141120085437

The sudden intrusion caught Wynne off guard slightly. She hadn't exactly been hiding her presence, but didn't think she'd draw unwanted attention so quickly. Glancing at the men in the bar, she noted the symbol on their clothing.

''They survived that clash two years ago. How unfortunate.''

She nearly vanished from the building, but something made her stop. She owed Vermont nothing, but if she was to leave he'd undoubtedly encounter trouble because of it. Wynne didn't exactly care about what happened to Vermont, but this group of mercs had been her business, and it had been left unfinished in her eyes. Stepping back into the room, one of the men saw her immediately. He didn't look particularly excited to see her. Terrified more like.

"What makes you think he could give me up? You lot should know I am not beholden to anyone. And I must say, you've done well to recover this quickly. I didn't think you'd survived two years ago, let alone made a comeback."

Striding towards them, she pushed energy into her semblance. The tingling feeling accompanying it was quick to make itself know. The only reason she felt it was because of her prosthetics, the slight jolt they had already received reaching into her arm and shoulders. Wynne had their full attention now, and for good reason. At least one of them knew how dangerous she was. It was going to be an interesting night indeed.