Pulling shades off her face, Rachel placed them on her head and looked around as she walked in finally. It's been a long time since she was here in fact, she couldn't remember when she was here last time. Rachel was the same person, but with different set of weapons this time. She didn't believe in killing anymore, that is why she had ordered a special weapon called chakram made out of adamentium. Metal that was a real bitch to break. It hung from her belt and if she needed to use the weapon it was near her always.
Rachel approached a chair and took a seat, waiting for Loika to come to her. She had a mission in mind and no one was better suited for it then Loika Faelith herself. She just hopped the girl didn't shot her down too fast without hearing her out, or else...Rachel might have to rely on her power of persuasion.
Rachel approached a chair and took a seat, waiting for Loika to come to her. She had a mission in mind and no one was better suited for it then Loika Faelith herself. She just hopped the girl didn't shot her down too fast without hearing her out, or else...Rachel might have to rely on her power of persuasion.