Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5426254-20150825005304/@comment-13593058-20150913172542

"Looks like you have a fan of your own." Memories commented to Violet as she confronted the boy.

''"Seems like I'm more talkative tonight, I guess that little girl's enthusiasm is rubbing off on me." ''she also noted. The boy was heavy built, taller than her by about two inches. Underneath her mask, Memories scanned the potential assailant's frame and noted a slight inconsistency with his left handed grip versus his right. "Most likely a prosthetic, fake or not, it looks and functions quite like a real one. Better than all the ones I've seen-"

"Get out of the way!" Memories gasped.

Suddenly, Memories forcefully pushed Violet onto her back as shot was heard booming through the air.

"Shit!" Both Violet and Carmine spat as they realized who had been shot. Memories laid on the floor of the kitchen, with no signs of injury on the body. The two put aside their quarrel to aid the woman.

"She was MINE, you trigger happy brat!" Violet scowled at Carmine angrily.

Carmine was shocked at how events had unfolded. A hole was present on Memories' mask.

"Is she...?" Carmine questioned as Violet moved her hand towards the mask. All of a sudden, Memories' grabbed her wrist in time to stop her.

"Do not, touch that." she grunted while dizzily getting up. She faced Carmine with a blank stare, "Work on your aim kid, headshots are hard, aim for the heart next time."A cracking sound abruptly came from Memories' mask as a chunk of her porcelain mask as well as the unexploded Dust cartridge fell off her face revealing her platinum coloured left eye. She touched her mask in surprise, feeling the rough edges of the opening and closed her eyes in frustration. She reopened them to stare down Violet while showing a tightly formed fist with her index finger up to her, "I'll do ONE job for you." she stated before performing a lightning fast kick behind her, socking Carmine right onto his jaw sending him shooting out the restaurtant window, breaking glass on his way out with a big crash.

"One job," she stated again, "done." Memories continued by juggled three separate wallets up in an impressive display of sleight of hand, one of them being Violet's. "Violet Cesario?" she questioned before returning her wallet and making her exit "May or may not be missing a few hundred." She threw the other two wallets out the same window Carmine flew out of.

"What about the offer, old sport?" Violet inquired.

"I'll be around," Memories waved back, "you know me well, but not well enough." She took a knife from its clip ready fpr anything, "I'm done with large influential organizations. I am not you, I do not need help. I am fine with the things the way they are."