Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140503224606/@comment-17970636-20140513054119

Sven and Julian looked at each other when the explosions and gunfire went off.

"Was that you?" Sven asked.

Julian shook his head. "No, someone must be working against this place too."

Sven groaned and looked around in the region they were in alone.

"Alright, everyone is a potential enemy, let's split up and do this OP in a different manner" Sven said, his voice clipped.

Julian looked at his partner, eyebrows raised slightly.

"Go to the room, grab all the explosives you can and start raising hell, anything to get the people to your location. We'll sandwich them and take them out."

Julian nodded. "What about you?"

Sven grinned and grabbed his tonfa.

"I'm gonna be playing the good guy."

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Stephan immediately went for his pistols when gunfire exploded across the train.

Ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit....

The boy raised his pistols and looked around, nothing except for terrified passengers in this car.

He went and dashed out the carr, darted past Blood Raserai on his way, and ran until he collided with a scarred man earing a hat and a scar over one eye, the pupil missing.

He looked into the face of Tanner Arthen holding his greatsword and sighed in relief.

"Tanner, it's good to see you again."

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Julian had ran back to his room, and within 120 seconds, he had grabbed everything from his parka, the explosives in the bags, had put them on, and arranged the ammunition and rifles into a certain order.

Right in the room beside him, he head the words Dystopia following a sentance.

Goddamnit.

Julian sighed, and then grinned.

No time like the present.

Julian threw a handful of bombs right at the wall separating his and Sven's room, to the room beside his.

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Sven dashed through the halls, smoking a cigarette, the nicotine in the stick calming him.

Alright, so things go south a bit, we can still wrap this up our way and get the money.

He ran into a room full of Beacon students and looked around the place.

There has to be someone somwhere...