Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151107020221/@comment-5426254-20160311000628

''I regret having to make this part two of a three-parter, because I really don't want to bore you with too many walls of text. -GL'' -- Memories travelled further ahead in the corridors, where she made quick work of the mobsters in front of her, while a techno mix could be faintly heard nearby.

The blues, I lay low,

The first six opened fire with their pistols, with Memories swiftly dodging past the bullets, drawing her sword, and planting Retriever on the ground before polevaulting a divekick into their chests, sending them backwards on the floor.

I'll make them stay low,

The next five pulled out their assault rifles and SMGs, trying to mow her down with suppression fire. But before they could land a hit, she jumped up into the air, and landed another kick on their faces.

They'll never trail,

But even then, they were not done. There was a line of mobsters rushing in to try and take down the traitor, only to find out that their opponent was more than prepared for them.

OOO-ver my head!!

The first mobster rushed in with his crowbar raised, ready for a downward swing, when the masked woman slightly unsheathed her sword to block the blow, before kicking him in the knee and later in the head.

I'll be a devil,

The second arrived with a machete, swinging wildly at Memories, before he was taken out when the latter rammed the butt of Retriever in the man's stomach. As he doubled over, Memories kicked him in the face.

till I'm an angel,

The third man drew a fire axe, twirling it wildly before he was immediately kicked down in the chest.

but until then,

A fourth and fifth man rushed in, both wielding knives, but Memories quickly planted her katana on the floor, and performed a leg sweep, tripping him to the floor, while she evaded the fifth's knife stabs and proceeded to smack him in the legs and the stomach with the flat side of the sword before flanking him with a cosh to the back with its handle.

HALLELUJAH!

The sixth and seventh charged, holding a sledgehammer and a lead pipe respectively. The sledge mobster attempted to pound Memories, but smashed the floor instead as she leapt up and kicked the man in the face.

Gonna dance,

The pipewielder, on the other hand, chose a defensive stance as Memories drew her sword and began swinging.

gonna fly,

Steel clashed against steel as Memories found an opening and made a feint stab, forcing her opponent back, just as the hammer man charged from behind.

I'll take a chance,

Instinctively, she smacked him in the gut with the flat side, pushing him back and creating enough room for her to plant her sword again, wrap her legs around the pipewielder's neck, rotate their bodies and finished with a kick to the chest. As for the hammer man, Memories vaulted herself around in his direction and smacked him on his right side with the backs of her legs propelled by the momentum, where he was promptly smashed into the wall on his left, his face cracking the wall.

riding high,

An eighth man with a [Mossberg 590] began firing shell after shell at Memories, but she was able to flank him. Using the flat edge of the blade, she had used its curve as a fulcrum agains the man's body, and promptly flipped him over, tossing him towards the next two men, one of whom crashed into their falling comrade.

Before my number's up,

The tenth swung his switchblade wildly, keeping Memories on the defensive, until she leapt forward, somersaulted in midair, and planted her hands on his shoulders to flip him over.

I'm gonna fill my cup,

The eleventh henchman attempted to charge in, but the woman promptly drew out one of her knives, and subdued him with a kick to the chest, before wrapping her knife arm around his neck, using him as a human shield in front of the twelfth and thirteenth goons.

I'm gonna live, live, live,, 'live .... LIVE,'

As they dropped their firearms, she instantly spun the man around, releasing her grip and sending him flying towards his comrades, who now began to flank Memories.

'UNTIL I .... DIIIIIEEEEEEEE!'

But they too fell when she leapt in midair, rotated her body, and knocked them out with a spinning kick on both sides.

After she was done, she saw Vert arrive from behind.

"Memories," he began, "I want answers."

But she would pay him no heed. Instead, they also noticed the scarved boy arrive from behind them.

Vert was surprised that he was able to arrive, and momentarily decided to ask him questions instead.

"Akiba? How'd you get in?"

He would soon realize that Akiba was mute as the latter tried his best to use charades to explain his situation, before showing the call from the group that they were able to get past the bodyguard and the break through the steel doors.

"I see."

But then he realized that Memories began to move ahead.

"Hey Memories! I'm talking to you here!"

"I don't have time to waste talking to you. I have work to do."

The two began to follow Memories, as they encountered a man in a purple jacket coming from the second floor staircase, with a black fedora obstructing his eyes, finishing his conversation as he put aside his Scroll.

"Hahahaha! Hoo boy! To think these runts went up and did this to Barnes' men!? I've overestimated him way too much!"

Vert was annoyed at this man's jovial, carefree attitude, as he sensed that he was in league with Barnes himself.

"What are you lot? A bunch of Gary-stu and Mary-stu heroes or something? A whole room of skilled men just got destroyed and it doesn't seem like any of you are tired, expect for that fellow with the gun. Barnes! You need men that have unlocked their AURA next time, not these blokes!"

Vert was glowering in annoyance at how they were compared to kids, and ridiculously written fanfiction characters. And there was some truth behind the statement - Vert had been exhausted from fighting scores of opponents, and his Aura was slowly recovering, bit by bit, now at 76 percent.

But the mood darkened when their foe stopped laughing, still retaining that smile.

"Well then," he wittingly responded ...

The trio saw him produce a twin-barrelled Luger out of his jacket and aimed it towards the group.

"Heading to Barnes' office?"

He proceeded to fire a shot at the group, who promptly dodged the rounds as they left behind an explosion, where they now saw their opponent behind them.

Vert was dumbfounded as he saw the damage.

''That thing looks like a fucking peashooter, and here it is, blowing up everything it hits! I'm fucked at this rate!''

"How's the taste of a real gentleman's gun like?"

The three now scowled when they now saw the true power of the gun.

"Hello there, Ms. Traitor, You look exquisite tonight. Mr. Barnes wants a few words with you about your actions, but first...",

He aimed a shot at Vert, who rolled out of the way as the shots hit the floor.

"Out of my way," Memories barked at the man. "I've got business with him."

"Oh? Barnes told me that he saw you took out his men."

"Take out," she corrected. "Not kill them."

"What's the bloody difference?"

"I saved them from being slaughtered from these stupid kids over there," gesturing to the two boys behind her. "Just like I said in our little contract."

Lupin raised an eyebrow when he realized that she was telling the truth, that the men she knocked out showed bruises and were sprawling on the ground, aching on their back and clutching their bodies.

"Besides, they should be a little less rough on someone who's still honoring her side of the bargain."

Vert's eyes narrowed in anger as she continued. While her statements were true, it appeared that she freely chose to align with Barnes.

"Are you saying that you choose to work for scum like Barnes?"

"I'm saying that you Huntsman wannabes need to get lost. You don't know what you're doing, running around and killing everyone on sight. You should leave before you get yourselves and everyone else hurt."

"Oh. Well, this is an interesting development, Memories. But how do I know that I can trust you lot?" Lupin asked in a playful voice.

"I don't know pal," Memories retorted. "Maybe you'll find out. And let's make it quick-"

She immediately drew Retriever and began to charge at Lupin at full speed, just as he prepared his pistol again.

"I don't like to waste any time."

With that said, she swung her sword at Lupin, who then ducked under the swing, before he received a boot to the face as she ran ahead to the elevators.

Typical, Vert angrily thought. Maybe it was a mistake to think she wasn't working for criminals.

As Lupin got back up, he saw Memories run behind, too late to pursue.

"Well, what a woman. Alright, Barnes, she's heading towards you. It's your fucken' problem for now if she's really a turncoat," he muttered as he aimed the gun again.

"If that's the case, I'll take care of her..." Lupin continued, as the two boys narrowed their gaze at the man who now sported a slasher grin.

"After I deal with these runts over 'ere."

The mood changed to swing as Lupin aimed his gun once more at the two boys.