Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25582638-20160610195851/@comment-25582638-20160618212418

“Wai-You're not burdening me at all.” the young girl said with subtle tense as she lifted her right hand in front to emphasize her point. “I've already called the right people to handle the situation. It would take a while but everything should be settled either tonight or tomorrow morning.”

Cyzarine gave a small smile, somehow weakly if observed closely. “So yeah, you can stay here until the situation's sorted out.”

While the fox faunus was cleaning up her weapons, the young girl got her assets to mobilize and to deal with the certain people. Her exchange with Ardon was simple and easy. But with Brunhilde, things were a bit complicated. -- Moments ago......

“Hilda. Please, if you're going to do something like this again, make sure I'm alone, alright? Just..... don't drag Automne into this.” she spoke over the Scroll in hushed tone, which didn't completely conceal her anger for what her second cousin have done. Orchestrating a small-scale conflict where the fox faunus was put into danger didn't seat well with Cyzarine.

Worst is that because she's “Royal Pawn” under the ANGELs, Automne got accidentally targeted. The thugs were really after the young girl but they didn't managed their intel properly.

/“If you say so~”/ Brunhilde responded. /“But you should report properly and on time from now on. Calling you more than 20 times with 4 answered calls wasn't a joking matter. Auntie will not like this.”/

The young girl sighed upon the mention of her mother.

/“Oh, another thing. It's about your foxy friend. You know what to give to me.~”/

“I refuse.” she said abruptly with no hesitation.

Information. Everything about Automne that wouldn't be only found in the streets. Personal data about her and knowing her personally are two different things. The intelligence network of the family requires those two to be filled in for better accuracy of data about a certain individual. Her second cousin expected her to know more about Automne deeper and contribute to their intelligence network as usual.

Alas, this time, the young girl both couldn't and don't want to do it. Cyzarine would rather cut her own tongue than to be forced to spill the beans about Automne's past and observed personality, especially about the fox faunus' tendency to be brutal.

/“........”/

“I'm sorry, Hilda. I know you're just doing your job but I'm not going to let my head pried for that information. Anything but Automne's.”

In her case, Cyzarine doesn't only deliver her report for gathered data in written form. She also “shows” them to Brunhilde to mold additional or more accurate intel. This is the only time her Semblance, Soul's Memory, is useful.

The truth is that Automne's secret isn't wholly secured in normal sense the fox was thinking. Cyzarine is willing to keep it safe but there's a possibility of her occasionally derailing to that memory of what Automne said to her. It was low but the possibility is still there.

If anything can happen, it will happen

One of the vast memories in her subconscious mind that she occasionally derailed to was the flash back of what took place in the ice rink. The consistent part of the torture that surfaced was the scorching hot blade roughly peeling the skin on top of her exposed right rib cage while that sadist molested her. Her conscious mind might've suppressed them but subconscious mind is a different entity.

Now, someone outside her family trusted her with a secret, this is gonna suck if the fox faunus is uncomfortable with it. Automne trusted her as someone who can zip her mouth. But what about trust her as someone who could possibly spread things unintentionally as fast as the internet?

Cyzarine knew she's making a big deal of something she can control. Or not. Bad things can happen and she couldn't shake off that thought. It's just her usual self over thinking about worst case scenarios that can happen in the future l.

After talking to Brunhilde, the young girl have to drink alcohol from the flask to calm herself. There are actually beers in the fridge but she'll save them for later. For now, Cyzarine wouldn't want to look like “something happened” to Automne. If she were going to be open to the fox faunus, there shouldn't be miscommunication or whatsoever.

Still, she has to muster up more courage.

Back to the present.

The young girl's lips were halfway opened. Then closed them as she broke eye contact and exhaled.

“By the way, I think, uh, you should tell your friends you might not go back to Beacon on time.” Cyzarine said as she loosened her purple scarf, revealing a small, black furry figure with a tail on her nape. Suddenly, it shifted. The young girl gently reached for her black cat, Kira, and put it on the table her and Automne.

“Let me check the wardrobe. There should be...... spare clothes left there so you can wash your clothes before the blood dries up.” with that, Cyzarine stood up and went to the wooden cabinet beside the bathroom.

It was obvious the sleepy feline didn't notice the stranger (Automne) because it stretched comfortably and yawned while looking at its master. At a certain angle, however, it noticed the fox faunus on its peripheral vision. Feeling alarmed, Kira turned its head abruptly at the new entity and a split second later, it's fur were already standing. It then hissed at Automne, as if asking “who the f*ck are you?”