Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20151203145629/@comment-25924729-20151227073707

''Wrath is like a plague? ''Nacoma's comparison baffled Vale. She spoke like it was something terrible and scary. But that's not what Mother said:

Wrath is power. Violet explained. ''It stoke's one's anger, and thus their resolve, their passion towards a cause. Harness it, use it as fuel and motivation. But there are people who don't understand Wrath, and are intimidated by it. These are the cowards who will never succeed. The pitiful heathens content with their ignorant bliss while the world falls into chaos around them...''

"Think thats it?"

Laura's question snapped her back to attention. But Vale reminded herself to continue her thoughts later. This philosophy needed more mulling over. "Huh?" she asked.

"That old man. The coordinates point right at him." she gestured towards abovementioned geezer.

Vale sized up the unassuming elderly man on a bench, gripping a cane in weathered and dry, but powerful looking hands. She couldn't read his expression, as the man kept his head low and face hidden. "Sure. Maybe we're supposed to talk to him?"

They approached him warily, letting Laura do the talking because frankly, having Vale as a PR officer would be a terrible, terrible idea. "Good evening, sir?" Laura greeted uncertainly.

(Oh dear... i've pretty much made Violet a Sith lord, haven't i?)