Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20130821053036/@comment-11588669-20130924024823

The feeling faded, and Nox looked down at the men indifferently. They were the worst, shirking their duty for money. The Brothers, as they were known, never did that. Their reputation was based around three things:

Honesty to their employer, getting the job done, and never going back on a contract.

Turning to the hand on his shoulder, he raised a black eyebrow.

"You know, after my display in the cafeteria, I figured you would be scared shitless to touch me. Guess not. Sorry about the mess, by the way. Auras tend to amplify my Negative emotions, and bloodlust." Nox shrugged, and began walking back to Beacon. He paused to clean his blades, and then froze. Reaching into one of the men's pockets, he pulled out a medallion with a Deathstalker on it.

"Let's go."

Dropping it in disgust, he strode out of the alley, determined to leave the area. After all, a member of that cult was never alone. And he didn't want his partener caught in the crossfire.