Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24147026-20160605220338/@comment-24147026-20160615194533

Rifling through the fallen had yielded only a handful of treasures -or what could pass for such in this day and age. A measly horde of Lien and a pocket watch, silver in color and make, it was only it's weight that convinced Neil to take it. The heft meant it held some value other than whatever sentimentality it's previous owner held within it. He considered taking the armor off the guards next, but was interrupted by an unexpected source.

Grabbing Devium from it's holster, he pointed the lance in the direction of the intruder, craning his neck to catch a glimpse of whomever was foolish enough to purposely walk into such a scene. His mind flirted with imagery of some hero-type trying to stop his dastardly ways, as if this was a struggle worthy of a comic-book, he did always like X-Ray and Vav...

From his pink-colored vantage, he could only make out a feminine figure, smart enough to hide their face and immediate details under a layer of black and shadows. So, he wasn't dealing with a hero or a cop, at least not one he would immediately recognize. It was only by their voice that he knew for sure that he was dealing with a woman. And what a woman at that! Obviously educated in the finer paths of life and prepared thoroughly for any possible reaction he could have had to her presence.

Throughout her spiel he kept himself poised and tense, face petrified into stoicism, like a snake warily weighing the risks and rewards of striking at prey. As it happened to be, reptiles seemed to be the woman's forte, especially old wives' tales such as the Nine Heads. He couldn't tell if this was some joke or if she was serious, but as soon as the question of a change of venue was brought up, Neil sprung to his feet, Devium's tip being pointed towards the ground rather than the woman's face.

"Alright, let's say I believe you and you're not just a cop or, uh, Huntswoman trying to get off on law and order and what-have-you." He dared to step close to the woman, the manic grin on his face widening to hide his studious glare. He still couldn't make out much details, but she was pretty, he guessed, it was probably only because of the dark.

"Why should I trust you? What exactly do you expect me to believe? Your words alone? That you're a Dragon?" He laughed mirthlessly at the notion, holstering Devium once again. He was taking a gamble with this woman, it was admittedly exciting, knowing he could very well be poking a proverbial dragon. It made his heart beat in just that perfect kind of way. "Friends aren't made that way, there has to be some commitment to the fledgling bond, I don't even know your name! And yet you know mine."

He made a show of contemplation, rubbing his chin and humming rather obnoxiously. He snapped his fingers when an 'idea' finally came to him. Bounding towards the armored truck, Neil took a look inside to see the keys still sticking out of the ignition, begging to be taken. "What about you and I leave together in this big guy? I need to get rid of it anyways, and you need some time to get to know me. It's a win-win for the both of us. It'll be like a mini road-trip. I think there's even a radio in there!"

Of course, he failed to mention his plans to dump her body with the truck in it's resting place if she turned out to be anything other than what she had described to him. Instead, he beamed brightly, like a child offering their friend to spend the night with them.