Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151120095928/@comment-26571677-20151121041404

Amilanthior had been deep in thought. What would he do to the leader once he caught him? A public execution? Or maybe a beheading. Yes...that would fit the bill, he would do to him exactly what his mother had received.

Then, his teammate interrupted the session of murderous intent, and he felt his anger and moodiness instantly be sapped away. There was just something about her that seemed to bring out the best in him. It was like she had the key to his heart. Unconsciously, he realised that she was asking him what was keeping him so upedge.

"Nothing, it's...nothing"

He winced noticeably as the memories he always fought so hard to contain emerged again. The bright red blood, the gasps of horror...and the cruel, uncaring face of the killer. He really did envy Zhu-Li's upbringing, she hadn't needed to face so much scaring and grief.

He tried to change the subject, it wouldn't do him any good to keep thinking of that.

"Anyway, for this mission, are you gonna be okay fighting against humans? If you aren't, just know, the rest of the team and I won't force you to do anything."

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Kinaver hadn't noticed the absence of the other two peoples in his Team as he continued to walk with Dawn to the cafeteria. He turned to look at his burly teammate, and noticed that she still had her weapon out.

"Don't you ever put that thing away?"

Then, he realised how hypocritical he sounded. After all, he brought his jacket everywhere he went. What followed could only described as an awkward, yet angry silence.

When they finally arrived, Kinaver realised that he was starving. He went up to the table, and looked at his selection of foods. There was smoked turkey, chicken, ham, cheese, and, most importantly, bread and apples.

"What to choose, what to choose...Ah screw it! I'll just take one of everything."

When he was finished piling foods, his plate could only really be rivalled by that of Dawn's, who's food almost reached up to his full height.

"Now, for the finishing touch, A la Flambé!"

No sooner had he finished his sentence did his jacket burst into vibrant and bright flames. He slowly increased the size of them using his semblance, and wrapped them around his food, roasting it all.

Once he'd finished, he grabbed a smoking apple from his abomination, and bit into it.

"Ah ah ah! Oh dear Grimm that's hot! Holy crap! Ow!"

He bit into it again.

"Why do I keep doing this!? It tastes so good though...but it hurts so much! Crap! I did it again!"

As he was flailing around, he turned to see Dawn, face somewhat charred, and her hair singed at the edges. She didn't look happy. At all.

"...Horry?"