Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25582638-20190207020605

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For the first few seconds, the hooded woman didn't respond. Those precious seconds were spent on controlling some of her instinctive responses: tensing shoulders, clenching of her hands, and the urge to shoot a sly comment. And in those precious seconds, two of the armed men made their move. Soft, clicks of sharp metal being unsheathed resounded behind the women. In an instance, a pair of knives pressed firmly at the back of the "intruder" who had gotten too near to their charge. They didn't speak nor move after that, watching how the Engelnacht heiress would respond as well as making sure to hide their knives from the passerby.

Slowly, Brunhilde turned her head with some effort to the younger girl who was standing at her blind side. Pulling her hood slightly to show her face, she spoke.

"Swan." The Engelnacht heiress flashed her predatory smile at the younger girl, her voice calm. "That is my alias, just like yours, dear Maris.~"

Brunhilde shifted her body to face "Maris", gaze now giving her a degree of disapproval. She didn't appreciate the use of her nickname so casually, especially in such a high-risk environment where walls and clothes have eyes and ears. Then again, this girl is young, so she decided to let this slide, just a little bit. Without a word, Hilda swiftly slid her arm around Maris' and intertwined firmly, under the disguise of friendly gesture between two women.

"So,~ what brings you to this place on such a peaceful night, hm?~" asked Brunhilde, returning to her playful demeanor, and then she waved lazily at the stoic security detail. Immediately, the men withdrew their knives and stepped back, a pair of red visors still gazing at the unknown girl in her late teens. '''

'''The other armed security personnel began to look at each other, as if communicating silently. One of them touched their earpiece under the helmet. A few moments later, they began glancing at their own rifles and shotguns, and then at the interesting entities crowding the store. Three of them walked away from their posts and circled their mistress’ territory.'''



'''Decadere Diaboli. The king cobra faunus never worked for him, but having predated in the underworld of Atlas and Mistral in the recent years, there was never a time he didn't hear this young man's name and escapades. Particularly, the unconfirmed gossips and rumors between Decadere and the Ninth. Brunhilde had an interesting way of making fun of and twisting the facts for her own entertainment. But for the king cobra faunus, looking back to the intel circulating about the ancient conflict between the two mob bosses before that gossip, he guessed that they had formed a strategic partnership. '''

Regardless, for those who are into gossips, that would probably bore them to death.

'''“Crim, as my friends call me.” said Wynston, grasping Diaboli's hand with a firm grip. “But if it weren't for the circumstances we're in, I would've told you my real name, Diaboli.”'''

'''Behind his mask, Wynston observed the young man in front of him, taking notes of his facial expression and the way he moved. Too good, he thought, as expected from mob boss who had courted a Dragon. He cannot make an accurate read of him. '''

'''Even so, it mattered not to Wynston if he was being looked down upon or respected, but if this young man is, as of this time, a potential friend or foe. Politics in the higher ups were beyond his interests, and faction skirmishes had yet to affect his daily routine. Nevertheless, the least he could do at this time was to look after his dominating, reckless distant cousin.'''

'''And suddenly, something caught his eye. Standing near him and Diaboli was a hooded figure seemingly examining the jewelries. Given that majority of the people here were masking their identity, Wynston wouldn’t had paid any particular attention. But this one, he knew, was the kind of person he must tread carefully around.'''

'''“Well, it appears we have another... interesting guest.” Wynston hummed, and gestured with his gaze and slight tilt of his head at the “Stalker’s” direction for Diaboli to look at. '''

“Honestly, I’d be surprised if there’s no sting operation happening soon, given that we’re all here one place.” He commented casually.

'''Decade. The Stalker. Crimson Snake. The has-yet-to-show-herself-again, Black Swan. And many other high-profile personalities. '''​​​​​​​