Tahereh

@quintus_knightfaii_aoa:

~_^

I'll kill you.

@Spross: <3

I lose ;-)

YC vs. the Zombie Apocalypse

Me?

Washington DC

The stroke of a pen signs a name. Josephine LeBeau. Some ink, ten finger prints. A DNA swab on the inside of the cheek. About two dozen forms to read, date and initial.

A smile. Half of her face twisted in scars, one eye filled with blood, red and dead.

And so it begins.

@Surreal SaDiablo: Thank you ^_^

@TheRumor: Mocking laughter rings out. "Why, I believe you came to us. Twice."

Finding the altered gravity both unusual and odd, the lost LeBeau leaps through an open window, quickly vanishing into the darkness of the night.

@TheRumor: A smirk twists her lips, and she twirls her blade into a multitude of parries. His speed is staggering, and she falls back step after step, cycling through the Cyrano defense, the Marazzo parries, and eventually slipping into the paradoxes of G. Silver.

Diving backwards into a roll, coming to her feet several steps away. Blood trickles from numerous cuts on her arms, and her mask is cut open. Revealing the mangled, scorched flesh from her last encounter with the Knightfalls.

@TheRumor: The trap was of two parts. First was the obvious part. The broadcasting of an assassination, the framing of the Knightfalls for murder.

But the second part.. It was Josephine's favorite part. The killing part.

Dressed in her black and red outfit, styled after that of the Knightfalls, she springs from the shadows themselves, blade of the Arashikage slicing toward the Rumor's spine.