Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25582638-20151210004452/@comment-25582638-20151227070227

The taxi entered the upper class residences of Vale and took seven minutes to reach its destination. The driver turned the vehicle to the left and drove along a concrete pathway surrounded by trees as the wind blew the dead leaves that fell from the trees. At the end of the short pathway are tall black gates made of steel. The driver stopped in front of it.

Behind the gates is a guard house where one guard in suit scanned the car for a serial code using a device pointed at the driveway. A few seconds later, the computer spotted it and notified the guard.

“Lady Cyzarine's back.” the guard radioed everyone through an earpiece as he pressed a button to open the sliding gate.

The driver adjusted the car's gear and gave a nod of acknowledgement to the guard in which the latter returned. He continued driving along the same concrete pathway but this time he's noticeably careful.

“You don't have to worry about them.” Cyzarine said calmly as she took off her blood-stained socks. “For as long as this car has the serial number we provided, it's safe to drive here.”

He sighed in relief. “Thank you, ma'am.”

“Your services was good. Your mistress will be pleased to hear this. And don't thank me again.”

Upon hearing these words, the driver looked very happy like a kid who is about to blow birthday candles.

“Thank you very much!”

Cyzarine sighed and refrained herself from facepalming. The Hounds were conditioned to serve and “love” the Engelnacht family without question. Blind loyalty is very alluring especially when they're serving Brunhilde, whom they always called the “mistress”.

Cham, on the other hand, wagged its tail happily upon recognizing the Amethyst Belt and seeing the other K-9s patrolling the estate.

The taxi has finally reached a circular pathway with three guards on stand by in front of the mansion. When it stopped two guards proceed to open the doors where the two girls are.

Cyzarine quickly stepped out of the car with wrapped boots and socks on hand. Her clothes are covered in blood, her scars are exposed, and she doesn't have any footwear. She looks more like a gangster than the third child of a prominent aristocratic family. Though the obvious reason why she took off her boots and socks is because the girl plainly doesn't want to add another cleaning task on the “to do list”. Blood stain is hard to remove.

“Ms. Suzhen. Please give me the running shoes beside you.” She asked the heiress politely.