Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20131129084612/@comment-7497475-20131205123951

Noir looked at him in surprise. He really did have lifetimes of training. She was stumped for a moment, unsure as to where to go with the topic.

"Uhh, sure. So, you just, fight Grimm? And train people? For free?"

Eating what she had left of her steak, she mulled over his words.

''Just throw them out with the Grimm. Learn to fight, or die. I suppose I did something similar, though with less chance of death. Well, I guess he didn't turn out so bad.''

Noir considered getting another vodka, her mind was racing with thoughts. On that note, she finished the one she had, setting the empty glass down on the table. Suddenly thinking of how easily life came and went, she studied her hand. That night, the man could have killed her. Instead her chose her hand. Watching the fingers move, Noir drifted away from her surroundings.

''Pain. It's what I know. But not everyone knows physical pain. Emotions are just as powerful, and yet, I have never know what it means to lose something close to me. Would I even feel sad? Could I feel sad? I spent years just living for myself, nothing else to worry me. Now, one man completely changes my view without even trying.''

Realising she'd been starring at her hand, Noir slowly started paying attention to the room again.