Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26543176-20140304080351/@comment-7497475-20141106114843

Noir gave Sliver a look that she didn't even understand herself. She was getting far too much to interperate and much too little time to figure it out.

"My my Sliver, touched a nerve have I? As for your assessment of my own position, you would not be completely correct. Alone, I may stand now. But every man must climb to the top, and to do so he needs support, in whatever form he can find. Noir found this support in me, a helping hand to get on her feet. But you, I did a bit of searching on you. No family to speak of, in fact, from what I read you were taken into a street gang at a young age. Only for them to die, leaving you alone. Now here is the interesting part. You almost vanish, until suddenly a thief emerges from nothing. Sliver Thorncaster, skilled thief and genuine do-gooder. Every dime you made was not kept for yourself. A charity of thieves. Quite commendable really. A man with a want for nothing, giving away money for nothing.

Aleco paused. He looked like he was ignoring the woman staring at him, but Noir was his focus as much as he was looking at Sliver. Being so stunned by what was happening, she wasn't aware of his intentions with this conversation.

"Despite all this, a most interesting purchase was made by you recently. A very fine combat skin, one being worn in this very room as well."

She went stiff. There was little room for interpratation with that. Her gaze flicked towards Sliver. Noir's emotions were mixed across her face, but the clenched fists were as clear as day. With no was to settle her mind, she virtually stormed out of the room. Aleco made no move to stop her, he had achieved his goal. Almost. The sound of a prosthetic fist punching the metal wall echoed through the building. A cruel smile showed on his face.

"Now wasn't that fun? So Sliver, we both know Noir isn't aware of what she wants. The real question is, are you?"