Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20161211031628/@comment-5999656-20170512041239

(No worries, this post of yours is quite good actually)

Fen landed on the packed sand, sending particles of grit flying as she twirled her halberd and planted its base into the earth. She brushed her long bangs straight back in a single motion, and her expression was one of unfettered disdain for her fallen opponents. It's what she gets for trying to work with fools such as these, she thought. There are too many of them, these surface level cannon fodder, clouding the criminal network. But then again, it's thanks to them that the Dragons can remain unseen, perpetually pushing the brunt of the blame onto their nameless lackeys. And now because of them, everything might unravel.

Fen flinched at the touch of Zhu-Li's hand, and she gave a quick shake of her head at the question. I'm not crying, she wanted to say. There's nothing here for you to see. But that was a lie.

"It's been a while, Fen."

The husky voice of her oldest friend startled her out of her thin attempts at avoiding speech. She looked up to see the familiar silver form of Platinum standing before her, leaning to one side with her sabre tracing a line in the earth. Just seeing her again made Fen's breath catch in her throat.

"Where've you been?" Platinum's voice was soft, nothing at all like the cool accusation Fen was expecting. But of course - the same series of events that caused her to turn to crime caused Platinum to develop, if not an understanding, then a tolerance for mindsets different from hers. It's ironic how differently they responded to the same traumatic event.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," she said in a small voice. Wait, what was she saying? Was she about to admit to everything? Spill everything, just because she was caught up in the moment? No, she couldn't do that.

"No, I think I've got a pretty good idea," Platinum says quietly. She flicks her sabre back and forth awkwardly.

"I want to hear it from you, though."

"She's with the fucking Dragons."

The answer comes not from Fen but from Automne, standing erect on the overturned shipping crate. She spins her switchblade around her finger. Even in the shadows, the dark speckles on Automne's vest and arm are apparent.

The vitriol in the Faunus' voice startles Fen, who has never heard such force in Automne's voice. She whirls to face the girl, who is looking down at her with unrestrained contempt. As they watch, Automne takes a step off the edge of the container and lands softly a few meters away from them. Automne rises slowly, still twirling the knife.

"She's been working with them for months, probably since before the fall of Beacon. And I can't think of anyone else who would've known about my team's investigation, which means she was the one who fed our personal info to the Dragons. So how does it feel being outed, traitor?"

She practically spits the last word out. Instead of causing Fen to panic, however, it does the exact opposite, setting her inner turmoil to sudden rest. So that's that, then. She doesn't move as Automne walks up slowly, until the two are sizing each other up face to face.

"What are you going to do about it?" Fen says languidly, sneering in the faunus' face. She's got nothing left to hide anymore, and Automne has no evidence to prove a thing to police. Fen believes that these friends of hers wouldn't have the guts to strike her down. Instead, things will come to a vocal head and be cut off abruptly. Good. She's grown far too tired of the double life. So what if she severs her last ties to Beacon? It's been a long time coming.

Automne leans close, and the deadly murmur that follows is quiet enough that the others cannot hear it.

"When Platinum's not around, I'll be coming for you."

Automne leans back so that her hot vermilion eyes burn into Fen's pink ones. Then, without warning, she brushes past the heiress and begins walking away.

"Oi, Automne!" The fox pays no heed to Platinum's call. The silver-haired girl spins back to look cautiously at Fen.

"What did she say to you?"

Fen shrugs, but a deep chill runs down her spine even as she pretends it was nothing. She remembers the two other girls who helped fight the smugglers. She thinks they're Huntresses, judging by their outfits and weapons.

"Well, why are you guys here?" she says detachedly.

(Sorry if it got really centric around my OCs. I want this RP to be a lead-up into my Scales fic, so that's why this RP might end at the climax)