Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160316192622/@comment-25924729-20160325132042

She said nothing as the Thing that posessed Asper ranted, regarding it with a look that was part disgust, part pity and complete deadliness.

As if on cue, the radio in the backdrop started playing anew tune, haunting, melancholic, an almost ironically perfect narration of the scene.

Listen and hear a song the birds are singing,

Sit down a while and watch the flowers blooming,

A pleasant breeze blows by leaving a trail of dust.

This is your fault right?

Then it attacked, a curved sword formed in her hand, and her eyes flicked over, registering every movement, skillfully dodging and parrying the first four slashes. It tried snaking behind her back, and it's sword struck for the nape of her neck.

Crack.

Instead of gushing blood and water from a severed water pipe and head, her hand, encased in ice like a boxers glove, caught and stopped it mere inches from her carotid. She shoved him away, and the pair faced each other again across the room.

"You know, the Funhouse mortality rate was 98% in my time, and there's a reason i stayed in that 2% survival margin. I never wanted to use those skills again, especially not on my teammate. But you're not Asper."

Her other hand froze over, encasing both fists in solid ice knucklers. She glared at him, her face an emotionless mask. "Get out of my boyfriend."

Standing in the corridor, who'd thought we'd be here like this together?

On a gorgeous day like this I ask 'What is it that you want?'