Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20160715062945/@comment-13615389-20160725230146

The man with the crossbow frowned, unsure of how to proceed. "Yeah, you are. But right now, you're on our ship surrounded by our men. Not so tough now, are ya?" The Breton stated rather proudly, with a smug grin.

"Uhm, Fran?" The guard looking for Valeera's body said as he searched the area. "She's gone..."

"What?!" The man with the crossbow turned back to confirm the guard's claim. "She's probably invisible, just-- just look around there..."

"Ra'Jirr!" The man replied. "How could I forget?" He said rather ambiguously, leading the trio to a rather good set of seats not too close, nor too far. There were two men and a woman dressed in formal, colourful clothing already in the seats.

"Excuse me, if I could trouble you so much as to ask you to leave your seats..." The seated people frowned in response, lowering their binoculars to have a look at the three.

"Well, we paid for these seats and got to them first," The woman explained. "So I don't think it'd be fair if we had to leave for their sake." The man in the black simply maintained an emotionless smile.

"I'm sorry, did I fucking stutter?" He said in a rather contradictory kind tone, "If you don't leave your seats in the next five seconds, I will fucking ruin you! You hear me?!" The man snapped, nobody else in the theatre taking note of his screaming. The three in their seats swallowed nervously and shuffled out of the aisle, hurrying towards the exit.