Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5426254-20150825005304/@comment-5426254-20150902044755

The white haired girl had turned around to the noise, as a woman dressed in a custom purple and white suit, fedora, and violet patterned mask held her at gunpoint.

"And you are ...?"

"Call me Violet, old sport," came the reply. "Dark Violet. You?"

"Memories," Alice hesitantly responded. "What do you want?"

"Well then, why don't we find out then?"

"I have no time to chat," Alice coldly retorted. "I have a job to do ... and I won't let you get in my way."

Suddenly, a white katana tied to a rope shot out towards Violet's face, as Violet stumbled backwards to avoid the blow. Alice then made an opportunity to run across the rooftops once more, with Violet giving chase. The two then hopped out of the rooftop and landed on the roof of a cart before running into the streets.

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Carmine and Vert were taking a breath as they saw flashes of movement. They saw their target and a woman in purple jump on top of a cart, and making a run for the alleys.

"Come on!"

The duo then followed their target to another rooftop, where the woman in purple and the white haired girl was fighting. They then kept a lower profile as they silently watched them.

"I'm going to film this as evidence," Vert whispered.

"Remember to keep your mouth shut. I'm going to find out who they are," came a hushed retort.

Carmine whipped out his Scroll, checked for an adequate signal, and then accessed the Web.

''Wait ... she looks familiar. What was her name ... Memories?''

He then remembered that Alicia just showed him her video log, where she recently completed the Borealis mission with her. So he looked up Memories on a search engine. The only viable result was a conspiracy theory database, detailing all of Memories' possible information; known reported sightings, reports from all known missions and whatnot.

They continued to watch as the fight continued. The white haired girl was swinging her katana, now attached to a string at her opponent, who dodged the swipes. In exchange, she opened fire, forcing Memories to block the bullets. The woman in purple kicked away the katana when Memories attempted another swipe.

"You're really pissing me off, Dark Violet, Memories growled. "Why do you want to fight me so badly?"

"Well, it started off as a casual interest, Memories. But there may be something more about you. You did mention a job with your client, no?"

"Why?"

Memories had switched to her knives, attempting to strike blows, now swiftly blocked by Violet's weapon, and her arms.

"Could it be you're living off paycheck to paycheck, struggling to survive?"

Memories froze in shock as she heard Violet's words. How did she possibly know that? Was she spied on? Or did her opponent figure out her story that easily?

"Is it any of your concern?"

Violet chuckled as she heard the response. "Why, yes it is, old sport. I know what it feels like to be put in tough situations. I know what it feels like be born surrounded by misery."

Unbeknownst to them, the two Hunters-In Training were nearby recording their encounter.

''Dark Violet ... the site says that she's was with a gang called the Black Chariot ... Dad used to talk about them sometimes. If they were enough to give Dad trouble, then ... ''

"Vert," Carmine whispered. "I think we should disengage."

"Nonsense."

"That woman in purple was a rival of my father. She may be more dangerous than we think."

"And miss our opportunity to send them behind bars? No way in hell!"

"Vert-"

"On my mark, we open fire."

Carmine sighed as he pulled out Gust Breaker and pointed the gun at them, ready to fire, his partner doing the same.

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Alice had decided to use both a knife and a katana to try and counter her adversary, who continued her attack.

If this keeps up, I can't even make it to my client, and I'd have to starve for the next few weeks.

"You see," Violet continued, "The Black Chariot could use someone of your talents. If you accept this offer, we can provide you with food, clothing, shelter, housing, a career, and protection for you and your loved ones, assuming you have them, of course."

Alice paused, stopping to consider the thought.

Suddenly, with a howling noise, coilgun rounds knocked the two off their feet.

As they tried to get back up on their feet, they heard a voice ringing out:

"This is your first and final warning. You are under arrest. Stay where you are and don't move a muscle, or else."