Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20160207063839/@comment-5999656-20160529044324

Zanipher nodded. So this was the reckless Cyzarine Bluthardt, whose actions somehow remained free of that thing called "foreseeing consequences". It looked like Cyzarine hadn't been too badly harmed, if she could still talk. She'd paused an awful long time before responding to the questions, though...

Now that the immediate threat had been quelled, Zanipher's regular businesslike, cold persona was starting to come back up. She'd saved a few lives, excellent, as a good big sister should have. But she pushed aside this sheepish pride for now to pick up the last pieces and finish her job.

"You being here affected almost nothing," Zanipher brushed aside Cyzarine's sentence dismissively. "It'd be a good lesson for the next time you consider taking on opponents far beyond you." The mob boss gestured back at her employees.

"We'll take the girl to the police, but I'd rather not drive two stinking bodies in the same car as us for two hours. Better to leave them to the Grimm. Cyzarine," Zan said, "Do you think you can make it back to the city yourself, or do you need a ride? If you're injured, I can't leave you here alone. But since all the car seats are already taken, it'll be a bit tight. Either way, we should clear out before the mustard gas dissipates."

Zanipher's main objective was now to keep herself from appearing like, well, the Ninth Dragon of Vale and CEO of the Daybreak Syndicate. Her voice was already muffled by the helmet, and she was keeping her tone light enough to sound non-threatening. That plus her natural youth should be good enough to avoid any legitimate suspicion.

"Fen and the others are heading for the hospital right now. If you want, I can give you the name and address. Or, if you don't want to go back by yourself or sit with us, you can call your parents. It's up to you, but try to decide quick." The howling of Beowolves in the distance was a clear warning call.