Board Thread:Role Plays (Adult)/@comment-24487330-20140619233536

This whole idea was sure to be a train wreck from start to finish. Camo should've seen it coming.

When the opportunity arose to get a bit of extra clout by hunting down some rampant Grimm in the vicinity of Forever Falls, the archer had jumped at the chance. How hard could it be, after all? With his marksmanship and experience with tracking, it seemed like a simple enough prospect, and he certainly needed the money. If only he'd know how the odds were going to be stacked against him...

For one, he was being paired up with one Sanguis Nubila. Camo had never met this girl before, but she seemed nice enough, once you got past her lack of a voice and her abrasive attitude...if you ever got past it. Oh, and she also seemed to have an unsettling fondness for pain; that right there should've been a red flag on its own.

Second, Forever Falls was beyond Beacon's standard sphere of influence. That meant that they wouldn't be getting any backup or supplies or any other variety of sanctioned aid. Now, Camo Vance was never one to take on any task without preparing the appropriate gear first, but the idea that he was venturing into unfamiliar territory without any chance to call for assistance was still unnerving.

The icing on the cake, however, was the identity of the duo's targets. Based on the description of the task, the archer had assumed that it referred to a few smaller beasties, like Beowulves or maybe one of those boar-looking things he'd read about recently (couldn't remember its name for the life of him, though). Instead, he found himself fixated on the far-off images of three of the biggest Ursa he'd ever seen before, their ivory masks casting sharp off-yellow glares under the setting sun.

"(Holy freaking crow,)" he whispered under his breath as his vision faded back to his local environment, where he was crouched atop a large, flat rock to scout for the targets. "(This is going to be painful...)" He looked down and scanned his surroundings for his improvised partner. If nothing else, he prayed that Sanguis would at least be more sensible than Al: that is, that she was willing to wait until they could come up with a plan before engaging the enemy... 