Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25631224-20160221062657/@comment-26571677-20160221103024

Valka Cedafalt leaned on the side of a pillar, detesting the hot, sandy desert. Plus, there was no place to rest. She'd been told that there would be shelter somewhere towards where she was currently walking, a large town, or something of the like.

Kinaver Embara, her contact, was nowhere yet to be seen, which was rather annoying, but the worst was the feeling of gritty sand swirling and settling in her stilettos. Valka sighed, this is why she hated the desert, people back home didn't call her 'The Frozen Concord' for nothing. Generally, frozen things didn't often survive well in the sweltering heat.

She spotted a nearby, wilting tree, and sighed in relief, taking shelter under it, grateful for the resting place it provided, however sparse it was. She sat down, back supported by the strangely rickety feeling trunk, and smoothed out her dress, waiting for the boy who'd provide her mission.

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The boy dressed in clothes completely unsuited for the scorching desert walked, completely uncaring, through the sand, using a tiny flame to find his way through the darkness of light. He'd been walking for a while, and had snuck out of the town, on request from his superiors, who'd established his original base-of-operations in the first place.

He was supposed to meet another agent, after discovering the plans of the Tempest Knights, they would have to stall their troopers until command found a way to break them. All in all, a suicide mission, but that was what they were known for. None of the agents had joined up without the full knowledge that death was always around the corner.

He looked forward, and noticed three things, there was a tree, there was someone leaning against the tree, and the tree was definitely some sort of guard post. But considering scouts, the person had probably already seen him, so he proceeded to act completely natural.

He activated the jacket, feeling flames swirl in patterns around his body, and launched himself slightly towards the girl, eliminating multiple minutes which would have been wasted walking. Approaching the lady, he confirmed that this was definitely her. No-one else wore funeral clothing as their casual dress, and there was definitely no-one around that had skin as white as hers.

"Hey, I'm assuming you're my contact?"

She turned towards him, eyes narrowed, and said a quiet, "Yes".

"Right, okay, do you want to come over to my place? It's a lot more...comfy than here"

With his eyes, he motioned down towards his hands, where he was using single-handed, and very discreet sign-language.

Don't act alarmed, there's someone watching us from above right now, just follow my lead

"It's a couple hundred metres away, but there'll be a warm bed, and showers. Shall we go?"

"Very well then, Kinaver, lead the way, and I shall follow"

He turned and started to walk away, but knew that it was a mistake taking his eyes off her, as a screeching scratching sound echoed through the wasteland. He turned around in alarm, and saw the remains of a tree.

"I don't like people spying on me" said the girl, strangely calm, even while holding a massively elongated sword that was made of a starkingly blue-steel, and had black outlines.

"Fine, but I suggest we get out of here quickly, before whoever was in that decides to attack us."

Even so, he pulled out his blades, and ignited Cinder, eyes and ears watching and listening carefully, expecting attacks to come any second.

I guess this is why we're called 'Suicide Soldiers'