Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20170301101118/@comment-26571677-20170314110438

Hazel looked the Bullhead up and down, and discerned a hundred different details about it all at once, from the date of its paint, to its model, it's make, and the company that provided the steel. It didn't have a discernible logo, so they at least partly tried, but it still was unimpressive, suited for a group that never killed. Fit their niche quite nicely.

She got into the bullhead, and grabbed onto the overhead railing, glancing into the cockpit, and then back at Nacoma as the girl climbed on board, and they began to fly.

"So, Nacoma, when you stared down the eyes of your father, the person who abandoned you and your mother, did you feel the hate that lives inside all humans? The lust, and the need to end the life of a person you despise?"

She looked over into Nacoma's eyes, face impassive, and waiting for a response. The next step of her judgement.