Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5494158-20160514220014/@comment-25389303-20160524161422

"That's very kind of you," Raiden replied, but his smile was forced and his eyes were downcast. "I doubt I'll ever find them, though."

He reached into his back pocket as he walked, pulling out a large silvery-grey knife. The metal was cracked and was stained with black specks of dirt, or perhaps blood. It looked like it could transform, but the metal was too deformed and twisted to do so.

"When Grimm attacked the city, I led my team back to the school for evacuation. In the end, though, we each ended up defending a different entrance with no form of contact with each other. We agreed to meet up when the ships arrived but..." He trailed off for a moment, lost in thought, before continuing. "When I got back, I found that everyone had already left. We'd been defending the gates for hours for no reason."

He flicked the blade back and forth, until it caught on the handle and became stuck. He smiled down at it sadly. "This was Thallium's knife," he said, his voice barely a whisper, "the stubborn fool didn't leave when he had the chance. The Grimm didn't leave anything left for me to take home to his brother, except this."

He folded the knife closed and put it back in his pocket. "As for the other two...one hated himself so much he started going on quests for lost treasures in the hopes of heightening his power. The other, I have no idea. They're beyond my reach now, though..."