Board Thread:Role Plays (Adult)/@comment-25763181-20140726003102/@comment-11588669-20140726012147

''The depths humanity and Faunus alike sink to fufill their wishes is...scarring. ''

Nox turned from looking at a bouncer toss another man out, and took a swig of his drink. He looked bored. Like he didn't care about what was around him, and deemed it beneath him to notice. In truth, he knew when someone walked in, when they were behind him. His sense were on alert, the male ungodly conscious of his surroundings. The instant the female stepped behind him, his hand was on the hilt of the knife hidden in his sleeve.

The bartender's silver eyes caught his, and the unusually young barkeep nodded.

''If Umbra thinks it's fine, then I should be good. ''The mercenary sighed, and looked back over. He was stone cold, true. A man who'd murdered hundreds. A mercenary with few restrictions on what jobs he would take. Bombings? Done. Assassination? Have the money ready. But there were some things that chilled him.

The inhumanities he saw were a few of them.

''Blood, bruised, battered, and defiled. An entire room of them...living in their own filth, malnourished. Signs of forced injections, probably to keep them awake. Men, woman, children....all chained to the wall, forced to sit in their own squallor. At least the guards never made it out...I made sure of that personally. ''

He swirled his drink, too lost in his own thoughts to notice the slight motions of the powder within. But someone else did, and they grinned.

"Well, Nox..." He murmured, recognizing the substance. "Looks like someone wants something from you...let's pay them back. After all, looks like you could use a...relaxing night." Umbra looked to the woman who had dropped the substance in, and gave a wide smile. And it wasn't forced.

"Welcome to Aurora Club and Bar! What can I serve such a pretty lady this evening?"