Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20160207063839/@comment-25582638-20160509021837

So, the victim has grown up., Brunhilde thought, her “excitement” stirring up inside after a short chat with Fen. She was thankful that her laughter was suppressed before the call ended.

The young woman drank another glass of wine as the limousine gently stopped on the red light. Her lips was curled into a devilish grin, something that the Engelnacht's butler and current driver, Shobek, took noticed of but didn't say a word. The old man merely sighed at his mistress' madness. Yes, madness. And it'll take boredom to strike it down.

Being the daughter of a former mafioso and a dominatrix-esque mother, and living with human puppets most of her life, Brunhilde is just as unique as her generation in the family.

Cyzarine isn't only one who causes trouble to the Bluthardt. It's just that the head of the family loves keeping an eye on her, making the others' antics spared sometimes.

“Mr. Springfield.~”

“Yes, milady?” Ardon's voice resounded throughout the car.

“Keep watching over the Suzhen. Rina would be at ease with that even if the primary objective was a failure.~ Oh and please, I'll need more guardians to help me in my project. I'm very thrilled to dig deeper here.~”

“As you wish, milady. I'll notify our intel agents as soon as possible.” --- “Hey, this things are about the murders of Huntresses for the past few weeks.” Raizel uttered as she shifted from one paper to another, doing speed-reading and then found similarities in most of the pages. She was sitting on the wooden table beside the young girl whose gaze faintly narrowed at the glaring screen of the laptop.

“Reckless.” Cyzarine mumbled to herself, moving from one screen to another using Alt + Tab before going back to the History and opening another tab.

“According to the authorities, it was the Dragons' doing. Are you familiar with that group?”

“Not really but I heard that they're involved in the mall incident and, well, now. I'm not native here so that's all I can say.” the rebel responded, her eyes not leaving the papers she was rereading.

“You think we should check 'em out?”

The young girl rubbed her eyes and shook her head. “No, keep reading. We should get a glimpse of how these people work and prepare countermeasures. I'll access the police's database.”

“Wait, what?”

“I'm one of the Battalion's soldiers, remember? I know my way around but I'm going to let the AI do the job for us. Ah, do you want some coffee?” ...... (Gonna make Cyzarine's thoughts more transparent = super long internal monologue)

The young girl inserted liens into the vending machine and chose a can of cold coffee with creamer and sugar for Raizel. Then put in more money for a cup of hot, black coffee.

She sighed softly, her mind inadvertently wandering back to that scene that almost made her step down that time. Cyzarine suppressed her groan as she downed the coffee in one go before getting another round of it.

Developing few associations as much as possible was the start, she began. ''By the standards, it's the preferable and easiest course of action for people who has to hide a lot unacceptable things. Their (Fen, Platinum, and RASB) reactions from what I've done proved it to be true yet it got royally backfired after being put in the team''

The vending machine beeped, telling her that the coffee is already done. She held the disposable cup gently with her gloved hand and shook her head.

But the issue right now is about Platinum going after people who are leagues above her. Going on and on with her own shortcomings wouldn't get her anywhere. For now.

''This time, she doesn't know how much of a burden she is compared me. Stupidity is sometimes misunderstood as bravery or heroism by others. Fen is going to find her. That would certainly result to a disaster.''

''But what if the two were saved? What am I seeking in return? In family terms, something of valuable like money or information. However, those were needed to survive this modern jungle because personally, I don't know what I wanted from them. Maybe a team but that word didn't feel that right.''

Cyzarine repeated the cycle with the coffee.

''First of all, what induced me to help Fen? “Because I want to prevent a disaster” was my reason. I used it to take action but was that reasoning true? I didn't think that way until she said that-''

“Neither of you wanted anything to do with me.” finally after what it seemed to be an eternity silently standing in front of the vending machine, the young girl voiced out her thoughts by repeating what Fen said to them.

“But we were supposed to maintain distance, right? Shouldn't that be in her favor? Where did I go wrong?” the young girl worriedly muttered under her breath as she took her 4th coffee.

There's a complete misunderstanding here