Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20151003120809/@comment-26571677-20151003214853

Amilanthior closed his eyes, never opening them through the whole ride. He hated the glare of the white room, too unnecessarily bright.

He was part of a select project using Beacon students to help wipe out crime in the streets.

As far as he knew, he had a rival, someone by the name, 'Aripa', if he was chosen as well, it would be wise not to underestimate him.

His objective was to tail a WF operative and find out what he was doing, and, if given the chance, to eliminate him. He smiled, this was just another step on getting revenge for his mother.

Eventually, the airship stopped moving, metres above a desolate building. This was going to be where he got off.

"Good luck, Mr Nightshade"