Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5426254-20160918021603/@comment-5426254-20161024161049

Now that people began to mingle, Shade looked at his Scroll.

''"You have no time to waste.

After returning to Kreutznauer's seat with the requested drink, he paid close attention to his body language and his face.

"S'cuse me," the blue-haired Huntsman inquired. "I think I recognized hair and face before. You're Shade Noire, the Sable Slayer, aren't you?"

"I'm just a waiter, sir," Shade replied. "To be honest, I don't think I've heard of him before."

"Oh, I see. Sorry lad," he apologized.

"... it's just that you remind me of that bloke so much."

Shade's hands shook as he heard what he said. Thankfully, no one saw them shake, and so he didn't have to worry about being suspected as he walked back and forth from the kitchen to each of the passengers.

Once Nickel returned to the kitchen, the two crossed paths once more.

"So," the deer Faunus whispered, "you know damn well time is running short. Is everything ready on your end?"

"Yeah," he replied as the two walked back together. "You?"

"I've got my gear and armor ready. I've also got a few of these, just in case."

Shade looked on the underside of the cart as he saw several metallic knives, realizing that Nickel pilfered a few.

"I so can't wait to start this already. God, if I have to look at these human faces for another single second, I swear I'll snap."

"Well, you, Alva, and the others will know when to start once you get the signal."

"As much as I hate working under humans like you, I'm not stupid. It's your call."

The two did one more pass, just to make sure that they knew who they were going up against.

Their potential enemies included the Huntsman with a blue mullet, a silver haired, armored girl with a ponytail, a cowboy with a knight motif, a bespectacled blue-haired girl in a hoodie, a scarved young man that didn't talk much, and a teal-haired girl with a gas mask wearing dark brown clothing, mixed in with a white shirt.

Shade looked at his Scroll. It was ten past three.

A message was typed and sent to the other Scrolls.

"THE TIME IS NOW." --- Kreutznauer, now finally eased of his suspicion, poured himself a glass and began to sip.

But his satisfaction was cut short by the sound of gunshots and screaming, which caused him to spill the contents of his drink on his clothes.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?"

He decided to grab Friday and moved forward, only to see armed thugs wielding guns, blades, shooting the guns in the air and pointing them towards civilians. Some even took them as hostages and human shields.

"HANDS IN THE AIR! HANDS IN THE AIR! I WANNA SEE EM'! PUT YOUR WEAPONS ON THE GROUND! I KNOW YOU HAVE EM'!"

And among the terrorists was a man cloaked in black, his face covered by a visor, with matching short, black, hair...