Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20131226045945/@comment-5999656-20131226061221

Platinum glanced around for the tenth time, and noticed two silhouettes standing at the end of the alley. "Ah!" she breathed. Standing around aimlessly like that had unnerved her, in this unfamiliar setting. She began walking towards them, trying to discern the face of the new stranger in the gloom. Her silver jacket reflected the lonely beams of light from the buildings above as she stepped into some puddles.

"Hello, Master," she called out as she came closer. "Who..is this?" Her eyes narrowed, suspicious. She looked Messer up and down, and said, "Hey, what's your name? What's your weapon?" She looked at Torrent again. "Are you going to give me some answers, finally? Like, who do I remind you-oof!" Torrent had swiftly grabbed her and dumped her onto the ground. He stepped back, and said nothing. "Jeez, master." Platinum muttered as she got back up. "I'm sorry. I forgot my place again." She bowed, then straightened up. "So, what did you call me here at such a late hour for? I still have work tomorrow, you know." The messy-haired boy spoke for the first time. "You work?! How old are you?" Platinum smirked, and gazed into his deep blue eyes. "I'm with the police. Let me guess...you're a student at Beacon, right? I gave up on that. I'm after a bigger goal in life, see. I'll stop organized crime from penetrating into the heart of the city. It's festering already, the evil! As if a Hunter like you could understand the deep effect it's having on our society! It's poisoning us at every level of life!" She glanced at Torrent, who stood, appearing content to see how this conflict between his two young charges would work out.