Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-10356852-20130810020914/@comment-9196963-20130819000419

'''Marcel could only see darkness at the moment, last think he remembered was his face being slammed through a table...by Nox. He could hear the boy now, still cursing and brooding. Wait a minute.'''

The boy sat up, he was in an office. He looked to his left, Verdantos was still spouting some mess about his honor being defiled to Nox. Marcel looked dead into Nox's eyes, smiling. The boy looked a little caught off guard at Marcel's injuries. "You did quite the number on me. That sniper rifle of yours must mean something serious to you. I can't really blame you though, I think I'd probably do the same if somebody took Atmosphere's Edge from me." He wiggle his feet and looked down, his feet were bare. Okay now he was a little strung out. It felt as if all the air in the room had disappeared.

"Okay. So we are about to have a serious problem if I don't find out where my skates are." Marcel wasn't frowning, he was still smiling but his tone was different. It was cold as dry ice.