Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24260323-20151016153337/@comment-5426254-20151021032649

''That room made me LOL. XD Careful, there's some innuendo here. -GL'' --- As Vert was trying to keep up with Marie's chatter, he understood the fundamental message of her chatter: that the Crimson Devil is a threat to public safety, whose fighting skills can be compared to that of a Grimm.

"Yeah. This 'Crimson Devil' punk needs to be brought to justice, for the sake of all the terrorized innocents in the village."

He had heard of the Crimson Devil's power, and had hoped that all the experience and training he received back when he was on Walking With Grimm.

When he looked at "Dirtnap," he saw an older, mustachioed gentleman, in an olive green dress uniform, drinking his whiskey.

But he was in for a surprise when he saw what Dirtnap's "business" was, that he had to be as discreet as possible. He was aroused by the entertainment room, the blaring, high-pitched pop "music" (assuming it was music), and the trio of idols who looked like they were adolescents several decades younger than him. His idea of fun made Vert shudder, for it was wrong on so many levels.

He was equally as annoyed as he was puzzled. The group had been waiting for a debriefing with a high-ranking general on an important mission, only to be delayed because their contact had to tend to his still-active, raging hormones and possibly unzip his trousers.

To think that a man of such high stature, with such great authority, in such a great time of need, turned out to be quite the aging lecher.

Granted, Vert was equally as aroused, but he had the decency to first put business before pleasure, and to wait until after they had left with all the necessary information so as to not waste time leaving an impression of a creep whose interests were unseemingly juvenile in all aspects of the word, to say the least. If Vert wanted to raise his weapon, he would visit the bar again sometime later, assuming he came back alive.

''I don't know whether that's even legal. If it weren't for the mission, I'd seriously consider looking into this guy.''

"Ugh."

Another thing struck him as the group went to Room 101. Why would the bar have loud pop music and a modern-style lounge? It juxtaposed against the exterior of the bar, the lower floors, and shattered his expectations.

He decided to grab a glass, pour some soda, tonic, iced tea, a couple of ice cubes and a lime slice as he changed the subject. As he turned on the TV, there were news reports regarding the recent mall hijacking in the residential area.

"Since we have some time to kill, I suppose we should all know each other," Vert started, gritting his teeth when he saw Vale.

"Vert Jacobs, freshman at Beacon Academy. Now, the reason why I'm here is because I'm a man of justice. I'm here to make sure that I succeed, and to make up for past wrongs. You see, I had failed twice over the past few weeks, and one of them was due to a certain someone who shall not be named, glaring at Vale.

Another motivation was that he had missed partaking in that incident. He was envious of his fellow students for arguably succeeding in stopping the hijackers. While he initially was overjoyed at the Black Order Battalion, his perspective on them quickly soured once he saw that they had turned on the just, causing him to secretly declare them a sworn enemy.

"So, why do you want to be part in this mission? Why do you want to come here?"