Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20130809063216/@comment-11588669-20130810024857

Nox chuckles softly. Sliding the shirt on, the merc goes back to his equipment. Combat boots are slid over his feet. A thigh belt filled with red lined throwing knives is placed on. He holsters his pistol, and sheathes the techknife. Grabbing his bag and replacing everything inside it, he slips Nightfall's strap onto his right shoulder. And finally, the mask of contempt is slid into place; His eyes harden, and his face takes on a stonelike quality. Checking to make sure he has everything, Nox nods in satisfaction.

The merc walks out, intent on meeting his only friend. As he strides towards the cafeteria, he ponders on what's going to happen to him.

After all, there are very few people who can work with someone like him.