Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20131128042156/@comment-11588669-20131201004210

He set her down, and knelt by the Scroll. He picked it up, and scowled. The bounty's details were in plain view. And it disgusted him.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He muttered. "They put a bounty, on her head, to get back at me?!" He set the device on the ground, lifted his foot, and stomped on it. The screen cracked and shattered, and he kicked the remains away. It wouldn't do anyone any good now. The memory card was obliterated.

He picked her up again, and walked out, a low rumble emitting from his throat. "You have a bounty from a crime boss. It's a way to get back at me: before Beacon, I disabled one of his operations. Human trafficing, I believe. And now, Tianee, you're going nowhere without Idina, Sirce, Crystal, someone who can stall for backup. I know Idina has more skill than she lets on, and don't get me started on Sirce." He all but ordered. Inwardly, he was seething. To do something like this, to one of his friends, to one of his pack.

It meant war. But not one he could wage right now.

"But," He began, a lighter note in his voice. "You never answered my question. Do you want to continue with the fair, or go home to Beacon?" It was an attempt at a topic change.