Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25389303-20190718161251

"They're filling the whole goddamn building! How are you missing?!"

Diaboli couldn't help but berate Dust and Hazel whenever he saw a shot go wide. The ship's engine was a simple fix, he soon discovered - little more than a tear in the fuel line and a detached spark plug. He mended the tear quickly, but in a moment of cynical inspiration, decided to leave it partially open to allow the Dust to slowly trickle out once the engine started running. Unless later fixed, it would eventually drain the remaining fuel from the boat, leaving any backstabbers stranded out at sea. A petty justice, he figured, for the traitors in his midst.

"Do y'all want to hit the Grimm at some point, mate?" he called over to Dust, imitating the man's thick accent with a mocking edge. His weariness and stress was making him dangerously irritable now, made worst by the sight of Jett and Lustra. The thought of having to share his boat with more strays made the last of his patience evaporate, and after closing the engine panel firmly behind him, Diaboli climbed atop the docked vessel and made his way to the bridge.

He eyed Brunhilde warily as he passed her. Something about turning his back to an LMG-toting Engelnacht set off alarms in his brain. Unfortunately, someone had to figure out how to pilot this thing, and despite their diverse skillsets he doubted there were any pirates amongst them.

"Let's see if you Bluthardts can kill monsters as well as you can people," Diaboli remarked to the heiress in passing as he stepped up to the controls. With the press of the ignition he heard the boat's old engine rumble to life below him, and he allowed himself a smile of satisfaction at his handiwork.

The sound of groaning metal forced his attention away from his work, then, and his eye widened at the sight of the great steel doors warping and shuddering across the room. He barely had time to shout a warning as the second entrance suddenly burst inwards, unleashing a wave of skeletal Grimm that swept into the bay like a black tide. At their feet, a carpet of black-furred vermin spilt outwards, enveloping everything in their path with ravenous hunger.

And at the swarms head, a large creature strode. Humanoid in shape, not unlike the Apathy around it, and covered in layers of bone-white plates. It moved towards the boat with an alarming sense of purpose - almost as if it knew what their plan was. In one large clawed hand the beast dragged some sort of crude metal club, which it swung with devastating effect to obliterate any obstacle in its path - Grimm or otherwise.

Diaboli swore under his breath, and called out to Maris and Sorrel.

"Alright! Detach the chains! We're getting out of here!" he shouted in no uncertain terms. The others would do well to hurry aboard - he had not intention of waiting around any longer.

Tragoedia was the first to respond. Even as he worked to seal the first entranceway, cracks began to appear in the icy wall that fought a losing battle at the swarming Grimm beyond. At Diaboli's command, the support unit abandoned its post and hastened to the ship. As soon as the chains were severed, he'd be ready to give the final push needed to send them on their way.