Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20170312033542/@comment-26104528-20170927014425

"My pleasure and you probably know him better than me, but I'd hold on to those swords until we know he doesn't want to hurt himself anymore. Just my two lien." Sinahi said.

"Anyhow, If there's nothing else to discuss, I'll let you get back to your day. Have a good one."

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"Little bit of both, plus something else." Fritz said in between a bite of noodles.

"You're probably hanging out with the Ibaalin-descended mercs if you think they're cheery in fights." Ingraham added, engulfing half of slice of pizza in one bite. After wiping off some cheese. "For them, it's definetly the challenge. The Black Dawn are crafty, so it keeps the Intel department busy but in a straight fight they're either really, really good or really, really bad."

"Realmheads'll at least make ya work for it some." he shrugged, mentally debating if he should crack open the packet of Parmesean cheese. "And of course we're not gonna let a faction get away with screwing our stock prices like that. Give 'em an inch and they'll take a mile."

"You didn't hear Ingraham?" Fritz asked. "The tech team found way more than just one logic bomb when they checked over the stock exchange. At least a dozen more in other tech and mining companies were found that one night." Ingraham's eyebrow arched up, as if it were about to come off his own face. "A few ops later and we find stockpiles of arms, tech, foodstuffs...whatever this Psycho's planning is big."

"So it's not so much Justice but more 'someone's gotta do something' " the older cyborg replied to which the younger one half-nodded.

"Eh, more 'we just want to do business but if this is how you want to play...'" Fritz set down his chopsticks and turned towards Osiris. "That's the real answer: 'bout a third of the eliminator program applicants, especially the ex-cons or leftover Ibaalins, have no real education. For them, fighting's the only practical career skill they have and everyone's gotta eat."

"Master comes by, wants to take all of that away. And now that little piece of snuff's been seen by most everyone in Flagg, you think they're gonna start playing for his team?"

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"They're still paperwork and processing to be done, that and I'm sure your friends would rather come pick you up rather than leave you to take a bus." Dr. Li started towards the door. "Until then, I would take this time to relax, meditate, whathaveyou."

"And thank you for being open with me. You'll get through this." the doctor smiled warmly as he left.

"I'm calling to remind you that BCU Tactical Squad 'Obidiah' will be arriving this afternoon so we can familiarize them with thier new workplace and the locals."

"There are also some matters I wish to discuss with you in person. I hope you don't mind." the sound of a small thing of makeup being closed and put away could barely be heard over the speaker.

"Would you prefer we host this in the town square or in front of your manor?" the Rattlesnake's businesswoman-like tone briefly cracked with a small peep as she just recalled something. "Speaking of which, how have the ROSA machines been doing with the repairs and maintenance?"

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"I am a messenger, but not for who you think." she replied. "You can stay your blade, though I do not fault you for taking precautions." the woman started walking alongside him, knowing that he had a train to catch. "We live in interesting times."

"I represent the Order of Twilight, a Heretic faction by the world's standards." she fished out a small oval-shaped pendant; on one half was the face of a human carved in a dark stone, on the other was the face of a Grimm carved in light stone. A metal carving of a scale held the two halves.

"I know you seek the Goliath's daughter." she presented her scroll, opened to a page in the Order's Demonology. On it was a twisted visage of a massive, beast-like figure holding two naginatas, dripping with acid, and surrounded with corpses. The face had been reduced to a skull, but the growths on the cheeks and size of the eyeholes bore a striking resemblance to the same mask worn by well, Mask.

"The followers of the False Judge-" she flipped to another page, this one: an elder, grim-looking man in a white suit standing over the bloodied corpse of Lady Justice. In one hand, he held a gunblade impaled into the Justice's back, in the other were several chains all connected to slave collars being worn by armed youths. "-and the Matriarchs-" a screenshot of a panorama, done in a style not unlike the ones found in the real-world Sistine Chapel, featuring several angelic looking women with Grimm features and various weapons such as a dust-casting staff, a rocket-equipped lance, etc. "-seek her as well."