Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-5999656-20190508163933

The copters, now having unloaded their cargo of active Huntsmen into the floating facility, hovered high above the churning black waves, their searchlights beaming to and fro across the scene beneath them. Their helmeted pilots scanned the rough seas through heat-seeking visors. Even from high above, they could hear the crash of the surf against the sides of the facility were increasing steadily in volume, sending massive white sprays of seafoam dozens of feet into the air. They were keeping an eye on the one thing which would cause them to pull out immediately.

Such a massive gathering of villainy, faced with such carnage and the very real possibility of total annihilation, was guaranteed to bring one thing in full force: a host of aquatic Grimm that no Huntsman would be a match for. This was only a matter of time, one pilot thought, as she beamed her light down into the dark waters. She saw the chilling outline of a dark shape swimming far below, and the images on the old Grimm textbook leaped out in her mind. Black and red corruptions of ancient ichthyosaurs and krakens massive enough to swallow a man whole populated the deep seas. How long until one was drawn by the violent squabbles of their prey here?

If that happened, then the pilots would have to shift straight into retrieve and retreat mode: hover low enough that they could drop ropes to the Huntsmen, and then pull their precious human cargo from the situation before the entire facility became crushed by the combined force of the open ocean and the monstrous Grimm far below. High above the copters circled, awaiting such an inevitability.

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Nozomi and Aster crouched against the hallway, quietly observing the quartet of masked criminals before them. A swan mask, a snake mask, and two visoreds. There was a sound of rushed footsteps, and the two Hunters whipped their heads around to see that they were joined by a middle-aged looking police officer with a badly shaved beard.

"There you are, boss," the officer chirped in a feminine voice completely at odds with his grizzled appearance. It was none other than Lustra in disguise.

"Did you see... this coming?" Lustra asked wryly.

Nozomi shook her head, and then tilted her head at the Dragon crew across the room from them. She tapped her longknife against the ground, sending red droplets smattering against the concrete.

"Do you recognize those uniforms, Lustra?"

Lustra glanced over, scanning the red and black windbreakers briefly.

"Daybreak Syndicate, right?"

"That's right. The VPD has had their suspicions on them for a while." Nozomi rummaged inside her trenchcoat briefly before producing a small rainbow cylinder: a neat collection of Dust crystals designed to fit neatly within the shaft of a bo staff. She held it out to Lustra in her hand, palm facing upwards.

"I'm granting you the authority to utilize full force as you see fit. The situation calls for it."

The police officer looked at the cylinder, surprised. After a moment, a devious grin spread across his features, and he took it, clutching it in his fist.

"We attack on my signal, then," Nozomi finished.

The Hunter trio leaped out from their cover a few seconds later. Nozomi executed a pair of shadow kicks, sending two razor arcs of Wind soaring towards Wynston before resuming her sprint. Aster ran not far behind her, firing again and again from his dual pistols. Lustra, meanwhile, jumped high overhead, her disguise shimmering away like blue ribbons as she twirled. She sent out four flying needles towards the Dragon agents, each augmented with the crackle of Lightning Dust, charged to explode on contact.