Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26060252-20150130001450/@comment-25169271-20150527030050

Darian strode through the crowded room, deftly walking through the swarm of bodies. There was an excited clamor in the room that came from the meeting of this many like minds. There were constant murmurs of experiences in racism and desires for revenge. It was extremely familiar and put Darian on edge. He wanted to lash out, tell all of these people how much of fools they were being, but managed to restrain himself and keep the big smile on his face. The lights dimmed and the crowd hushed, everyone turning their attention to the still light stage.

Slowly a lone figure walked out on the stage, his black hair slicked back and green eyes surveying the crowd. There he was on the center of the stage, his father Rufous De la Sol. "Good evening children," the man said as he surveyed he crowd like a king surveying his kingdom. I see several familiar faces here as well as many new ones. To those of you who are here for the first time, I welcome you to your new family," the man explained as his eyes landed on Darian, studying the man. His gaze lingered for a moment before he continued looking over his subjects, carrying on with his speech.

"You are the brave and the strong," he explained, the entire audience enthralled with his words. "You choose to do what others can, or choose not to. You fight the injustice and tyrrany that humans impose on us. We will fight their battle for them and show humanity the pain they have inflicted on us for years!" As the man finished his speech the crowd exploded into cheers, all of the impressionable being rallied into action.

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"I don't quite know about what the signal will be," Alice stated as she continued to keep watch on the roofs around them. "All I know is that if we're needed it'll be obvious enough that we'll know about it." Alice could sense all the bodies in the warehouse and watched on her mental map as one of them stood ahead of the rest, commanding their attention. Doubtless this was Darian's father, or at the very least someone who could point him in the right direction. "I think they've just made contact with the leader of the rally," Alice informed Jericho as she hooked her rifle at the small of her back and drew Darian's sword, transforming it into its rail gun configuration. "I've got a feeling that if we're going to be needed it'll be in the next few moments."