Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20160605231716/@comment-13488655-20160616215548

"This. Missions, patrols. This is my entire life." Kurai replied to Fen as he kept a vigilant watch of the street, sitting ontop of a few crates piled up next to a building, his bike leaning on the side of one of the crates. He couldn't think of much else to say. He was a full time operative. Every day was spent doing something that Master ordered.

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The leader of the Jabberwocky's bit her lip as she saw the names, doubting how many of her men could survive such an attack. She had pride in her strenght, but knew that she couldn't protect every last member from a full on attack from multiple assassins. She then typed uppon her marble throne, surrounded by crates of dust, stolen artifacts and museam antiques, drinking vintage wine in a warehouse that served as their hideout, a storage room for some of their finest stolen treasures.

This is Akari Auburn

''I'll choose option 3. But remember this.''

''If I find out that you're no more than a fraud to your claim of power, then no assassin, army, or god will be able to stop me from dining on your corpus. And as a Jabberwocky, I make sure my promises are kept.''