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[right][color=fff200]La Vida: Wayward House --> His Room[/color][/right]
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James' eyes were screwed shut, and the soothing rhythm of the whetstone scraping against the blade kept him in a state of peace. He had never attempted meditation in this way. Perhaps this is what he needed to keep his mind at ease...

The soothing feeling faded quickly as he heard footsteps outside of his door, getting closer and closer, before the door was forced open and the woman he had insulted filled the doorframe. James' eyes rolled beneath his lids as a sigh passed through his lips. He listened to what she was saying before turning his eyes towards her, his weaponry assembled around him neatly in a mighty disturbing fashion. His hazel eyes met hers, and a strange mix of apathy and intense energy mingled in them for a short moment, before he lowered his head as he rose to his feet. He threw on a decorated hoodie and began to silently assemble what he was going to take with him. A few of the kunai, his signature two swords, and a few of his pyrotechnic and tear gas devices would suffice. While holding the mask in one hand, his eyes looked towards her again, the same sense of intensity and emptiness washed over his face and melted into his voice. [color=ed1c24]"I can use a ride in that direction. I'm not so much a detective, but taking a look at the crime scene wouldn't be a bad place to start. Might help narrow down who I have to hurt."[/color] With that, he placed the mask on over his face and would wait to follow Ashlyn into the breach. His muffled voice emanated from behind the mask, [color=ed1c24]"If we're using our fake names out there... Knight will suffice. And before you say anything, I know it's not original."[/color]