Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160415080047/@comment-26571677-20160415090651

The sound of heels clacked through the echoing carnival, as Valka Cedafalt walked through the empty place. It was rather creepy, so empty, so silent. The carnival seemed to be stuck in time, a time when it was still alive and filled to the brim with people.

Clown heads turned eerily to side to side, the creaking and tinny sounding music of a merrygoround playing throughout the whole place, up distracted by the cries of people and laughter.

A loud gunshot rang throughout the place, and she payed it no mind. It wasn't aimed at her, and Tigris was unlikely to start attacking with a contestant still missing. She was one of those honourable opponents.

Her actions had an unmistakeable aura of being from South-Mistral, a highly complex culture. If she didn't know any better, Valka could swear that Tigris was being a Weeaboo, a type of person which she hated.

Hijō ni yoku, sonogo, kanojo wa kite mimashou (Very well then, let her come)

She saw the challenger up ahead, aiming a sniper rifle at a pile of tin cans. There was a boy standing behind her, adorned with a glare, which Valka couldn't help but chuckle about,

''Is he trying to look cool? That's funny, he isn't out of the 'brooding' stage yet.''

She walked up next to Tigris, who looked at her with narrowed eyes, sniper-rifle rested in her hands, ready to go into attack mode at any second.

"Good afternoon, or should I say...evening? Yes, indeed, it is already rather dark, isn't it? I assume that you're named Tigris, and that boy standing behind you, must be Llinos."

Valka bowed her head, and frowned for a moment, noting that her voice still had a tinge of Atlesian (British).

"I'm pleased to make your acquaintance. Now, if you wouldn't mind, I have a tight schedule, so when The Royal Pawn gets to about...here."

She planted the heel of her right stiletto into the ground,

"I'm gonna assume that the fight has started."

Icy Cyan eyes met Brown, and the wind blew across the empty corpse of a carnival, blowing their hair to the left. Valka twirled on her feet, and walked away from Tigris, sitting on a nearby bench, which was covered in brown dust, undisturbed for a long time.