Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150610231734/@comment-25686329-20150612025444

"Okay, shut up." The Yankee said, turning. It wasn't a spiteful outburst, just a forceful request. "I'm not going to kill you. You're too good of a fighter for that. I'd sooner wreck a stain-glass window."

"Also, I'll do what I want." The Yankee said. There was a noticeable pause. "I can't force you to do what I say, but I'm not asking you, either. I believe people like you have a right to make their own descisions..."

"...that's what She though... before..." The Yankee stopped his stride. Shaking whatever apparent memory just entered his head, he continued forward.

"Also, I will be calling you Nix, like it or not, because it's sure as spell better than Nicolette." He had acessed the data-base from his MirrorPhone, and upon seeing her record, identified Nix by her full name. Without looking behind him, he raised the device so she could see the screen, see the information, before returning it to his pocket.

He suddenly stopped, reaching a very out-of-place-looking lever.

Upon throwing it, the ground in front of them... retracted?

It appeared that the panel of grass before them was acutally synethic, and slid back to reveal a trap door.

"After you." The Yankee said automatically.