Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-5999656-20190724192152

Diaboli's shout pierced through the chaotic din, and almost on cue the makeshift barrier of ice keeping the black mass of rats and Apathy at bay burst inwards in a burst of concrete chunks. Dust and Hazel were already preparing their counterattack, but by this point Maris was ready to get the hell out of here. Even as tightly packed as the Grimm were, she could make out their individual hairy forms tumbling over one another. It might have been a trick of the light, but the wretched beasts seemed a bit larger than they had the last time she'd seen them. Engorged on the flesh and despair of their previous victims, no doubt, whose bloodless remains were scattered all across the auction floor just out of sight not fifty feet from them.

"Alright, that's it, we're going, we're going!" Maris shouted, her hands practically flying to the metal ring locking the boat in place and flinging it onto the deck of the boat. A resouding clang from the starboard side of the boat announced Sorrel's doing of the same, and she vaulted over the railing of the boat and onto the deck. The yacht began vibrating, and with a sound like a small explosion, its engine burst into life. Slowly, the tremors on deck weakened into a regular rumble, and while the engine itself still puttered loudly, it kept going. So many motley criminals' lives depended on the integrity of the weatherbeaten piece of machinery, but what better choice did they have? It was darkly comedic, but Maris didn't have any energy left to laugh.

The boat slowly pulled out of the dock and into the rough black expanse of night sea, and in tandem the two Daybreak Syndicate members crept their way up to the bridge, where Diaboli sat piloting the vessel by means of an array of dials and levers neither agent was even the slightest bit familiar with. They stood a few paces behind the mob leader, like twin sentinels on either flank.

"You do know... where to go, don't you?" Sorrel asked quietly, after a long pause.

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Lustra rose to her feet as Jett rushed forward and gave the strange cowboy a tight embrace. For a moment, the thought crossed her mind that she had just saved the life of an incompetent criminal girl and reunited her with her fellow criminal friend, but Lustra brushed the thought aside. She could worry about that later. Instead, she strode forward, past the duo at the sight of the boat slowly pulling away from the dock.

"Escape now, hug later," she replied grimly. The rough waves colliding with the edge of the dock sent wet salt sprays over her boots, but Lustra paid it no heed as she casually leaped the meter-long gap and firmly seized the metal railing of the yacht, and then flipped herself safely onto the other side. She turned around, noting the masked female figure she'd fought with earlier standing on the dock still, plus the woman's male companion whose appearance she had casually stolen during their fight. She also glimpsed at least three figures inside the bridge - a place she wasn't going to bother going into unless the boat stalled.

And so Lustra steeled herself for the most tense boat ride she had ever been on. In her mind, at least, she was the sole law enforcement official on a boat full of the worst dredges of humankind that Mistral had to offer, and her entire body tensed as she prepared to defend her place on this ship by whatever means necessary.