Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24260323-20151016153337/@comment-8723280-20151108193935

Mariposa had stayed the night, restless as per usual, but especially for a type of mission she had never been on before. They had always been centered around Grimm, but hunting down a man, as dangerous as a Hunter? That was something new. If her sense to defend and morals didn't come into play, maybe she would second-guess this.

She arrived early, even earlier than Vert, after eating her fill. In her left hand was Raining Monarch, gripped tightly, knuckles turning white against her olive flesh.

The archer flitted around, every now and then check her quiver with a brush from her other hand. Her eyes locked onto as she watched Vale come into sight, almost curious at why she of all people would be late, before the thought went away.

Vale had finally entered, and now the journey would begin. A part of her, subconscious, hoped she wouldn't suffer a similar fate as her aunt.

The Crimson Devil had to be stopped. Justice called for it, and she held onto justice very tightly.