Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24828824-20180226234231/@comment-24828824-20180627191523

"Restoring a building like this completely will take a lot of time. Temporary camps might work in the short term but most of the neighborhoods in a city like this will be leveled to make room for safer buildings. Not to mention the fact that most investors will want quick solutions rather than expensive long term plans." Helena said in response. some uncomfortable memories of the aftermath of the Norema Breach came to her, many buildings had to be condemned after the attack and a lot of people, including Helena, were living from one of the makeshift shelters set in nearby gymnasiums and the like until they could find other accomodations.

If there was one business that profitted from a breach Helena reckoned it would be whoever was called in to set up those temporary camps or prefab buildings in the wake of a catastrophe. Helena guessed that reclaiming a city like Port Valoren would call for an even larger order of quick to construct housing and defenses, for both the initial Huntsmen force to clear it and for any furure civlians that would dare move to a reclaimed city. She wondered if it'd be profitable to invest in the venture before selling their services to the future inhabitants or if they'd be called in later on.

her thoughts were interrupted by a masked head peering out from a Grimmhole she was illuminating wiht her searchlight. the beaked head of a Nevermore was destinct and quite large compared to the size of the hole.

Helena cursed as she realized she now had the attention of a rather big Grimm. "Hang on a sec i got a big one down here looking to play with me I think" she said as she brought her weapons to bear on the beast now trying to hastily worm its way out onto the crumbled remnant of a balcony where it could unfold its massive wings to fly up at the VTOL that had disturbed it. Helena didn't give it a chance as she fired the harpoons into the dark mass of feathers below her, embedding deep into one wing and the torso of be beast, leaving its left wing pinned to its torso in an awkward angle and putting the monster off ballance. Defiantly the Grimm raised its head to Helena's craft and let out a high pitched screech that Helena could hear over the howling winds and roar of engines.