Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25582638-20191020230558

After the discussion wind down, and Cyzarine and two of her men boarded the crumbling yacht, the motor launch pushed forward, positioning itself in front of the smaller boat as a few selected bodyguards prepared the tow line. As if to herald some ominous omen, the dark waters began to stir awake, jerking the boats up and down as the wind whistled loudly and tears fell from the sky once again. The scenery reminded the young Bluthardt of her hometown’s superstitions; deities would express their displeasure at humans’ evil deeds through nature’s wrath. Sometimes it could be a foreshadowing of misfortune. If it were the latter, however, the warning came a little too late.

Just a quick glance to the left, and Cyzarine saw a very, very familiar Huntress standing off to the side, holding a sizeable sword in her hands. Utterly drenched and obviously unaware that her dignity was exposed through the ghostly white fabric, Lustra looked tired but ready to maul them like a wounded animal. The woman was far at the back deck but not noticeable. Scanning the premises was the SOP when first entering an unknown area, and the HUD had caught Lustra’s heat signature and figure, immediately followed by another unknown heat source on the floor. Seeing that the said latter seemed to “expand”, there was a high probability that whoever it was, they were bleeding, fast.

There was also a rugged man on the stairs, also bleeding and with a mangled arm but conscious.

Should she ignore Lustra for now? Did Hilda do anything with her or did she also ignored her presence?

Perhaps noticing her sudden silence, Halle decided to speak up. /“We’re going ahead.”/

Cyzarine looked immediately to the bodyguard, clearing her throat.

/”Right… Can you start with those two?”/ The young Bluthardt asked Halle and the other bodyguard, turning her crimson orbs back at Lustra and Jett’s direction. /“There’s so much blood in there.”/

/“That was my instinct as well,”/ Said the other bodyguard, his voice rough and slightly croaked. /“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of ‘em. Boy, you go to that poor chap.”/

Fixing his gaze at Dust’s direction, Halle nodded curtly before looking at the bodyguard again. /“Hey, old man, you sure you don’t need help with that woman?”/

The old man snorted, his pale blue orbs gleaming with amusement. /“Nah, I’ll be fine. We're not here to fight. I'd be more worried if she tries anything funny.”/

Halle sighed. /“Alright, if you say so.”/

At that, the old man swiftly turned his attention to Cyzarine, bowing his head slightly and whispered. /“Do not let your guard down, my lady.”/

/“I could say the same to you.”/ She said, her faint smile shrouded by the mask-helmet. /“But thanks. I'll catch up later.”/

Getting down to business, the young Bluthardt beelined for her cousin, and the duo proceeded to their first patients. As they came closer to the bridge, the blood on the mangled floor and walls became more apparent, showing signs of intense battle that had taken place earlier. The bridge was almost bald save for the surviving steering wheel and panels and silhouettes of people lurking around. The duo then split up.

Halle climbed up the stairs cautiously as the wooden steps creaked loudly under his boots. When he reached Dust's position, he studied the man's movements, and looked out for any weapons that can be drawn fast. But the man seemed more inclined to nurse his drink, so Halle put the medical kit down and swiftly dipped his hand into one of the pockets.

/"Name's Halle, and I'm going to give you some morphine..."/ He said as he brought out a syrette, ready to tear the seal. /"And see if we can salvage that arm of yours. Is that alright with you?"/

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On the old man's side, he proceeded to his destination without a problem. The side of the boat was littered with shards and splinters, but his boots' soles were sturdy enough to crush them and stride without hesitation. Upon nearing Jett and Lustra's position, he stopped a few meters away, eyeing the sword the Huntress was holding.

Pale blue orbs stared at the young Huntress, and the bodyguard quickly lifted his hands slightly as though to calm down a feral animal, the medical kit dangling in his right hand.

/“Whoa there. You can put the weapon down, lassie. We’re just here to help.”/