Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20131029012632/@comment-11588669-20131029114410

He smoothly transitioned from an overhead slash to a horizontal. Continuing with the momentum, his final swing was a diagonal carve.

The merc nodded, and shifted the weapon back into it's compacted form. Carrying it over to his room, Nox slid on a shirt and jacket. Making sure the hidden knives on his person were stowed correctly, the teen walked towards the back of the dorm.

The living quarters were larger than he remembered, most likely some kind of renovation, or something along those lines. He shrugged, then pushed through the backdoor into the 'backyard'. It was a sparring area, but it worked well for a place to relax. A slight amount of snow layered the ground, making it rather peacefull. And it was also empty...

No ones out here...so why not?

The teen went inside, and picked up his flute. He returned to the backyard, and began to play.

Sometimes, Beacon wasn't so bad.