Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20140529203447/@comment-24296957-20140601195807

Akasma stopped abruptly as he walked down the hall. Zaffre's question wasn't imposing in the slightest to him. But it was unsettling, spontaneous.

"My...reason, miss Zaffre?" he turned about face, looking at the girl, his hood shadowing his eyes from her. "My reason for joining.  My reason in the very same as why a squirell runs across a highway to reach his home."

With that, Akasma gave a slight bow to the girl and the rest of the members turning to face Zaffre. He walked off towards the combat lockers, sending a message to ARKS over his scroll explaining his abscence. He might very well die this mission, he had detailed that.

Hopefully, the rest of members this mission would help him.