Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20140218013938/@comment-24296957-20140302000851

I love it when a plan comes together, Amet thought. ''I finally found out what was in that book. Now it's my turn to tell him, huh. And see if he can give me enough for another plan I have in mind.''

"Being smart comes naturally.  Especially when you stare death in the face and live on your own.  Or planning robberies.  Pickpocketing, even.  I'm sure we both have some sort of expertise there.

"Want to know how I knew? I knew from the beginning, you just figured out parts of it.  For example, you knew I was curious about your book.  Probably even knew what I was thinking about it.  But one thing people fail to realize is how things come around full-circle.  Planning is always being three steps ahead of someone.  In this case, I planned from the beginning on how I was to find out about that book.  I made it my goal.  Now, I found out.  Whether or not I take your word for it, we'll have to see.

"This is where the Kiyng shines. And any great tactician. Don't get me wrong, you had me once or twice.  But these are only variables to play with.  You know this very well.  When I change my position when we first met - from quiet and hesistant to open and authoritive - that's another thing.  Switching gears on the fly, catching someone off guard.  My theory? Different situations call for different circumstance.  Different circumstance calls for diversity.  All of this? You'll need.  You said you liked knowing info from your allies.  Well, there you go."

Amet straightened himself, cracking his knuckles. He cleared his throat as an akward pause replaced the conversation. "You know, Regda," Amet continued, "We both have experience of Grimm.  Back when we were getting ready to leave, I was thinking about it in the locker room.  Grimm don't attack livestock nor wreck buildings just because they can.  And most Grimm are small enough to fit into houses. So there leaves two possible options. One, the local humans there live in weak buildings, and run between each one.  Or two, it isn't a whole horde of Grimm." Amet paused, his next statement somewhere between horrified and excited.

"It's one giant one."