Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-10356852-20130810020914/@comment-11588669-20130818233750

Blood red eyes glare at him, with a masked face set in stone. The being's posture raidiates distain. Midnight blue orbs glare back, and their owner's posture shows rage.

"Who the fuck are you? Better yet, where the fuck am I?" Nox snarls out. No weapons, to clue as to what he's dealing with or where he is. This is, quite possibly, the most FUBAR situation the merc has ever been in.

"I, am someone who is here unwillingly. Stuck in your moronic head, until I get out. So, you pathetic human, let me-"

"Shut the fuck up." The tattood teen inturrupts. "Apparently, we're stuck with each other. I have enough on my plate to deal with, atm. So, how about a truce. You don't fuck with my head, and I keep you updated. Capisce, Grimm?" Nox crosses his arms, showing he's not budging on this.

"Why you imputent little-" The being sputters, until everything abruptly fades black.

The merc snaps awake, reaching for a knife that's not there. Looking around, Nox narrows his eyes. They're all there, in some type of office. Eventi, Messer, Marcel, Michael.

"-by being bested by such disgusting filth as yourself!" Aaaand the arrogant sod to whom Nox really wants to break his neck.

"Verdantos, shut up. You started wailing on a kid who couldn't defend themselves. You dropped a ceiling  on Eventi. You really want to talk about honor? Then you and me; One dual, blades and fists. Up until that point, shut your arrogant ass up. We have better things to do, than to listen to you bitch. Such as knowing what the hell is going on."

Getting to his feet, the merc stumbles as a massive headache hits. Cursing, Nox uses the wall to hold himself up. He winces, then attempts to stand without aid....