Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24260323-20151016153337/@comment-25924729-20151019073403

(2 days ago: Paradise ANGEL HQ)

"....i'm telling you, it wasn't me!" Vale protested.

"We have dozens of reports. The "Crimson Devil" has been attacking villagers for months now, and his M.O. as very similar to your's, Vale." The man seated on the throne replied.

"I. Didn't. Do it." She was gritting her teeth and trying hard not to scream at Lord Austen.

"You're new here, Vale. But if you don't follow the rules, you will face the Judgement."

"The Crimson Devil is a man, and i don't rob people!"

"Reports are vague, we don't know the Devil's gender for sure. And we both know that last part was a lie, Vale"

A low growl formed in her throat. If it didn't mean having everything she cared for destroyed in a war between both factions she represented, she wanted to go up there and slap him.

"Fine!" she yelled and stormed out of the throne room. "I'll prove you're wrong, i'll go out there, and bring you the Devil's head myself!"

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When she finally met her partners, however, her frustration only increased. Polka-dot girl seemed okay, but the others... A child, and a guy who would gladly put a bullet through my skull before the mission even starts.

"The Ripper" Vettel was definitely in a cranky mood today, and thankfully, the bouncers didn't stop her as she entered the Bright Burrow. She stalked through the nightclub, earning plenty of stares for the tattoos and metal arm, but people quickly turned away, except for one drunk who accosted her and earned a broken nose for his efforts.

The assassin stepped into the VIP lounge, chose a seat as far away from her teammates as possible, and planned a dozen horrible deaths for the Crimson Devil.