Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26543176-20140304080351/@comment-7497475-20141119115621

A furious look was turned on Sliver. If Cordove hadn't been checking her hand, Noir would have acted against him. Violently.

"You think you can dictate your place in my life? Just by making it look like it's my choice? I have news for you Sliver. If you want anything to do with me you have to earn it. It's not something you can steal, unlike the rest of your life. I suggest you offer a destination to leave you before I make one for you."

Turning back to Cordove, she attempted to suppress the anger somewhat. She had little success. When the prosthetic was released, he gave her a meaningful look, but otherwise said nothing. Noir ignored it. He was smart enough not to press the issue. Instead a small box was handed to her.

"If you feel pain or irritation that isn't from an outside source, take one of these. Might not stop it, but will slow it down at least. Until next time Noir."

Cordove vanished quickly without even waiting for a response. Not that one had been coming. Noir promptly stepped into her bullhead. She didn't turn to address Sliver.

"Get in before I leave you behind."