Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20140127121339/@comment-25151516-20140210012509

Holmes pushed Noir away with his finger to her lips. "But then back to what I said about building yourself up. Look at you; you already did. Lower class citizen, more than likely resorted to thievery to get what she wanted. Even more likely, was punished for such behavior by having her hand cut off. Did that stop you? No. Hello to the prosthetic and the kevlar. Continuing your work, you became wealthy enough to aquire adequate technology and make a name for yourself in the contracting business."

James snapped his fingers to focus his attention towards Waylett. "But anyway, yes Mister Waylett, your employers are looking for the best way to crush mankind with one lovely pull of the string they are continuing to weave. They of course aren't stupid enough to let their associates know any of this, because let's be honest, who in their right mind would associate themselves with a cult that happens share the goal of the Grimm over a long term?"

"Nobody, obviously," Skeet answered. "So it's like 'what we don't know won't hurt us?'"

"Essentially. Now, who came to you about this job?"

"Just some big guy in a suit and lots of lien. Called himself 'King Kobra. Little girl was with him too. Kinda creepy…"

Hello again, Mister Viper.