Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20161211031628/@comment-5999656-20170112031220

(Sorry about the delay! I was out of town for the last part of winter break, but I'm back now)

Platinum took the small photo and turned it in her hand. She committed the image to memory, in case she ended up in a situation where she'd found Ixina and had to run. As for Tigris' description of the ANGELs, she merely listened respectfully and said nothing. Personally, she found mercenaries and the like to be a little too freelance for her to trust completely, but past experience had taught her that usually it was best to go along and not pry too much. Besides, these girls were Beacon students, they knew what they were doing.

"Ixina?" Automne exclaimed, reaching over and plucking the photo from Platinum's fingers. She noticed the curious glance given to her by her partner.

"She was part of the parkour club Bernie and I formed," she said quietly. Automne looked back at the photo. Yes, that was definitely her. The realization gave her a pang of sadness. She wanted so much to trust that her friends and classmates were capable of taking care of themselves, of living up to their titles of guardians, but she knew that even trained Huntsmen and Huntresses couldn't fend off anything. Or anyone...

"My team was shadowing someone we thought was suspicious, and got a video recording of her discussing Dragon activities with another mob boss. But they noticed what we were doing with the drone, and they hunted each of us down and thrashed each of us soundly. They destroyed our evidence too." Hell, she still had three bruises on her side from where the ice spikes had pierced her Aura. And Bernhardt's head was still scrambled by the concussion.

Automne looked up.

"I don't know how they knew we were doing it, or why they didn't kill all of us. If that isn't suspicious as hell, I don't know what is." Her vermilion eyes met those of Tigris.

Platinum interrupted, directing the conversation back to the goal at hand. If these two were indirectly allied with the Dragons, she needed to clarify her and Automne's goal quick, if they didn't want to end up exchanging blows again.

"Our information on them is limited to what Automne can remember about the part of their conversation that we overheard. 'Vale's docks'. If your entire organization is collaborating with them, then that suggests that the Dragons are more extensive than what two Huntresses-in-training can deal with. All we want," and at this, she stepped forward, hands raised in a placating gesture, "is to find our friend. Not to dig around in the underworld, or to start a fight with a faction. Just to get Fen back. That's all. Do you think your... relationship with the Dragons will permit that?"