Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20150904075152

If there was one thing that Vale absolutely hated, it was stakeouts. Assassination was supposed to be a romantic job, full of danger, intrigue and mystery. Sure, the part when she finally beat a victim, her blade delivering a clean cut to end his life, that was fun. But skulking around rooftops for hours, waiting for that moment to come was a colossal waste of time.

She was annoyed, but still focused. Her eyes scanned the street below with an intensity born from experience. Her target, the healer and her partners were oblivious to the threat. As they moved, she followed. Hopping from roof to roof, always staying just out of sight.

Vale winced in pain as she dropped and rolled onto another building, straining her wounded arm. The damned thing is mocking me! Cradled in a sling, she could barely move the limb, let alone use it to fight. The knowledge that she’d be practically useless for the next 2 months while it healed had finally driven her to desperation, she just wanted to be active again, to serve the Cult, and mother….

She can help me…. Her gaze never left the trio as she watched and waited….

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Laura’s eyes widened as she read through the Team's shopping list again.

''3 bags of rabbit food, various props for a magic show, assorted chemicals and venoms, and several books on dating advice. Not to mention the supplies of Dust and ammo that needed to be refilled so often.'' She mentally calculated how much the supplies would cost, and the amount staggered her. Nobody said Huntsmanship would be cheap.... "Are you sure we can actually afford all this stuff?" she asked her teammates concernedly. 