Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140217201750/@comment-24123288-20140224194402

Veneficus had taken Mikasa back to his office as soon as Amdzel had appeared to save them, he wanted to talk to her privately. The Shadow had sunk back into Mikasas.

"Sit down." The old man said sternly, closing the door behind him.

The Breton obeyed and casually leaned back in the chair, throwing her feet up on Veneficus' desk. "What's up V?" Mikasa asked calmly, voice full of confidence.

Veneficus sighed and paced around, coming to a stop on the opposite end of his desk.

"Mikasa." He began, placing his hands behind his back. "Why?"

"Why what V?" Mikasa shrugged a smirk growing on her face.

"You know what. The shadows. Why have you given yourself to them?"

Mikasa sighed and placed her feet on the floor, moving her elbow to the back of the chair, over her head. "To save Petra. You know that..."

"And how successful was that hm?"

Mikasas confident smirk soon faded from her face, a scowl slowly replacing it...