Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20151212055542/@comment-5999656-20160105213623

Gainsboro rose as standard protocol to greet the new arrival. He set his clipboard down and readjusted his glasses.

"Mr. Casper Bluthardt, I presume? Mr. Ardon here had informed us of your late arrival, but we are discussing matters of grave importance as we speak, so I hope you can catch up quickly." He was surprised to see that the scion of the Bluthardt's was such a young man. He looked to be a teenager, early 20s at the very most, and yet it seemed like he'd arrived from a very literal war zone.

Gainsboro sat back down and returned to the main discussion. "So if all parties are willing, then Flagg shall lead the main assault on Zirnitra, while Vale's Pilgrim and the VPD will provide backup, infilitration, and attack on side entrances and exits. That does bring up a ne question."

"Mr. Ardon, how many paths in and/or out of the main base are there? I know you will provide an...", he looked down at his notes for a second, "... 85 percent-complete blueprint of the stronghold to the soldiers involved, but it would be nice if we, the Council, could be made aware of this information as well."

"I am assuming all organizations present have their own method of armored transportation to Zirnitra? It would be wise not to wait until the third day to commence your attack, which means that... all forces hould be mobilized and ready in two days?"

Oh dear, the elderly man couldn't help but mutter inwardly. That meant that no matter how much preparing they did, there was no way they could adequately equip themselves for every possible outcome.

He sat up straight. "So do any of the representatives present have any more questions or statements they believe imperative to make? It would be prudent to return to your respective headquarters as soon as possible in order to have sufficient time to prepare and organize your forces."

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Fen regained consciousness suddenly as she felt herself being flung onto the cold floor as hands tightened around her throat. Instinct kicked in and she began to thrash around, but the pressure left as soon as it had come, leaving her staring up at a familiar figure. Fen took several rapid, deep breaths which hurt her chest, but she rose to meet her new "roommate".

Her light pink eyes met Cyzarine's blue ones. Although the color of her eyes prevented her from ever looking really angry, they projected a cold blankness which tightened into sharp, snakelike slits.

She'd been attacked by heavily armored soldiers as she'd foolishly, childishly gone into the city by herself at night. They had overpowered her easily without her weapon, and her struggles had only served to exacerbate the injuries she'd received. They had kept her in this room for almost a week, though it was hard to tell in the suffocating perpetual whiteness. And now suddenly the girl from the mall, whom she'd attacked so furiously, had been thrust in with her.

Fen half-stood, half-crouched before the girl. They hadn't done anything to her since shoving her into the prison, but the mere fact that she was here and no one else was had set off a dark inner self in the girl which rarely ever came up, a piercing emptiness like that of her older sister.

A large, jagged scar above her right eyebrow was part of the reason her eyes weren't as open and energetic as normal. Being kept in isolation also does tremendous damage to anyone's psyche.

Finally, she spoke. The first question that entered her mind, one that hadn't been answered the last time they had met.

"Who are you?"