Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140208053126/@comment-11588669-20140213232711

Nox nodded, running the stone down the blade one last time before he sheathed it. The teen stood, and turned his eyes over to Nixia.

"The contract didn't have a time limit, so might as well prepare for the worst." He pulled off his backpack, and began pulling items out of it, and writing things down on a notepad. The sheer amount of items to kill someone was almost worrying: seven knives, razor wire with grips on the end, a couple of grenades, a small sheath of four throwing knives with red stripes on them, a pistol, razor blades, a tripwire, a land mine, and several other instruments of destruction. A dark leather case was removes as well, and set to the side.

"Hmm..." He picked up the case, and unzipped it, pulling out a pure white wooden flute with carvings of nature on it. It was truly a beautiful instrument, and he brought it to his lips, testing it before, pushing the paper to Nixia.

"Write down any supplies we may need." The flute was brought to his lips, and the mercenary began to play a soft, peaceful lulliby.