Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160209062713/@comment-25924729-20160316101542

She turned back to face him, hurt and defiance flashing in her eyes. Unconsciously, her gaze darted over her weapon by the bedside, then to the exit, making her intentions clear. But she quickly dismissed the idea. She couldn't take on Azzie in her condition, even if she had the heart to shoot her friend and escape, she didn't know what awaited behind those doors, could be a trap, could be a hiveful of armed mobsters?

Even if escape were somehow possible, she'd still be trapped in Vacuo, where the Cardamom's practically owned half the city. She would only get captured again, and a gut feeling told her next time they wouldn't be as gentle.

Instead, she heaved herself off the bed and sat on the edge, meeting his gaze directly. "So i guess i'm your prisoner now, i don't have a choice but to answer you."

She took a deep breath "They're called Vale's Pilgrims, and unlike you i wasn't born or forced into it, i joined about a month ago by my own choice."