Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20191010002135/@comment-26892768-20191010194813

"Hmmm..." Thorani looks at Yang, looking slightly interested.

"Weiss Schnee." Weiss introduces herself as well, holding out her hand.

Suddenly, elsewhere in the ruins, there's a crackle in the air, and the smell of ozone permeates the area before a bright green flash lights up the area. And as the light fades, something peculiar is in its place: a hovering, pitch black, one-armed humanoid figure who seems to be covered in some kind of carapace like an insect, with large feathery wings emerging from his back, what looks like a sword lodged in his torso without any ill effect, and a canine muzzle and ears, with a colorful scrap of some outfit around his neck and a golden ring slipped onto his bloodstained hand.

Jack Noir - or, as he will be referred to for the rest of his time here for the sake of convenience, Bec Noir - looks around in confusion. How the hell did he-wait, no, he's phrasing that wrong; he knows damn well how he got here, he just doesn't know why he's here, because when he was teleporting just a second ago he was not aiming for barrenass fuckofftown, or wherever this place is. Did he have a fluke or something? Sounds reasonable despite the fact that this has never happened once the entire time he's had these powers.

God, this place looks boring. Clearly these people were banking on the whole "ruins" aesthetic to carry everything so that they didn't have to put in the effort to, say, get an interior designer. Well, he has some news for these assholes - he's seen this done, he's seen it done better, and no purple? You fucking serious? Disgusting. Truly disgusting. He's really wishing he could stab the people who made this right now.

But even if he knew where they were right now, he wouldn't go after them. He has places to go, places to be, and basically, this place sucks so he doesn't want to be here anymore.

So, with a green glow and a crack, Bec Noir disappears in a flash...only to reappear a moment later. He looks at himself in confusion, then does it again. And again, he reappears. Growling in frustration, he tries one more time, and as sure as the sands of time flow, he reappears right where he was, except now he's snarling and energy is crackling around his entire being.

Because this?

This is bullshit.

He was willing to accept that he somehow made a fluke with his powers even though that had never happened. He was willing to accept that somehow, said fluke landed him in this dump. For a moment, he was even willing to accept that he'd made another fluke, but now it's clear to him that this is not a fluke. Someone pulled him here, is keeping him here somehow, and he is 'MAD. 'And he can't even get some stress relief with some quick stabby-stabby goodne-

...hey, who's that douchebag?

Doesn't matter. Whoever he is, he just earned a one-way trip to dead man's land, population he lost count, courtesy of the misplaced anger express. Choo choo, motherfucker.

And that would be why he is currently diving towards the pink shape, sword drawn and ready to see if he has any guts to eviscerate.