Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20161111105839/@comment-26104528-20170203030405

"Ninjas? Maybe." the guard snickered as she placed the incense in an ashtray that surrounded the statue. While she was here, she fished out a small canister of fire dust from her belt pouches. Tossing some into the hearth beneath the statue, the flames licked upwards and made a brilliant flickering in the glass idol.

"Business secrecy yes, cult no." she replied, turning back towards Gretel and co. "Ninja: one of the nicer things me and my kind been called though. Beats 'splice-girl'"

"Chrome-bones. That's what my kind gets called from time to time." Fritz replied, cocking his head.

"Gene-stealer." she shot back.

"Meatcan."

"Battle Barbie."

"Budget Terminator."

"Walking GMO."

As the two went on discussing what sort of slurs they've received from foes and rivals, another guard entered the scene. She was a crab faunus with naturally occuring armor on her thighs and upper arms. Tossing her long blonde hair aside, she said.

"People, can we all agree that Paiz-Heinkel gets the worst of it?" she cleared her throat, and in an obnoxiously high-pitched voice, shouted"NEEEEERRRRDDDSSS!!!"

The 3 corporate commandos shared a laugh about thier daily lives. In times like thiers, it was important to find a moment to chuckle about something. Even if that something was the creativity (or lackthereof) of how they've been insulted for thier life choices.

"Eh, you three are alright. I probably shouldn't keep y'all though; I think you said you were leaving for dinner?"