Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27825329-20140309042819/@comment-27825329-20140309050148

Ooo, today someone had a death wish. Spectral switched hands and looked up at this guy for a moment. She certainly recognized him. After the incident in the courtyard she had one of her more idle agents round up some basic information for her in case she needed to act on her threats. Thorald Viole. Father had a dust shop, mother was retired. None too fond of the White Fang. Spectral adored the White Fang. Such a violent and well-known group was so easy to frame from a variety of crimes and no arrests would be made as long as the right evidence could be placed. Without the White Fang, the her mother and the Nine would have much more opposition.

She looked at his clothes and tried not to gag. Purple and yellow, good lord save us all. Spectral's smile started to faulter as she gave a dark chuckle. "A smart person would avoid me after I threw a threat like that at them."