Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160425084355/@comment-26571677-20160425091141

Alvadek Xie sat, outside, in the light wind. The snow around her glittered with false enticement, freezing cold, and very fluffy. To anyone else, it would have been unbearable, this cold. To a psychopath? With no sense of pain? It was nothing, any sense of cold shoved deep into the back of her head.

'Mask' would be inside, her contractor had told her as much. It was rather annoying that she wasn't allowed to kill him, or torture him, such a powerful opponent would undoubtedly have been a pleasure to break down. But the thought of constructing a new torture room was undeniably beautiful, or at least to her eyes.

The contractor had never specified why he wanted Mask to suffer, not that Alvadek cared. All she was focusing on, was the thought of the enormous pay check that awaited her, the man's reason for wanting Mask to be hurt was unnecessary, and irrelevant.

She pulled out Blood Lotus, and attached the strings, which glowed with each, their respective Dust power, setting her beloved instrument down on her cross-legged lap, and taking in a deep breath, as she descended into the deep concentration that only came with combat.

A slow, calming music echoed through the forest, penetrating the walls of the lone cabin, as each string was plucked with precision by metal pricks. And then, it changed, with a sudden, loud, and quick strum on a red string, a burning, orange blade erupted, melting the snow in it's trail as it zoomed towards the cabin, before blowing the ramshackle wooden building into splinters, with a force of a stick of dynamite erupting into flames.