Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20160627220231/@comment-26571677-20160628004526

Valka walked into the city square, heels clacking on the cold hard ground, dressed in nothing more than her usual, thin dress, and her warm coat. She'd come here on her own behalf, the murders she'd heard about would likely provide her with some extra credits for the ANGEL faction.

Additionally, with the Fall of Vale, she'd been reasonably bored lately, with little to do, and nobody to challenge, with nowhere to train, she had felt her skills had become...rusty, to a degree, something she would not tolerate.

Her first step, would be investigating the crime scene. She had obtained permits from the police to investigate it, based off the fact that she came from a rich background, much as she disliked flaunting it, and also because she was from the ANGELs, and by extension, Narreau.

Perhaps she could find some clues there, she certainly did have the eye for it, though she'd never done detective work, she had some clue on what was needed, namely, fantastic attention to detail. She needed that to use her semblance, always planning where she would go next, and watching for all little movements and twitches.

This most likely wouldn't be too hard, but you could never expect anything to be simple in this world anymore.

With all that decided, Valka disappeared seemingly into the wind, the only trace of her ever being there, a small wisp of icy-cold air, which faded away into nothingness, and little more than a few footprints, swept away by the moving tide of snow.