Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20150907231134/@comment-5999656-20150919044751

Fen watched Nacoma run off without reply, having nothing constructive to rebuke the girl's blunt words with, but found her interest quickly redirected towards the situation. She began to process the sudden mess of events that had occurred. ''Seemingly-random terrorist attack with as-of-yet unstated motive. Active violent resistance from trained individuals in the area, but hostage situation is already established. No visible casualties so far, but the choatic situation is rapidly getting out of hand...'' She saw Platinum run off behind Anastasia and Oliver, which was right and all, but something just didn't make sense. The problem was -

Her thoughts were interrupted once again by the screeching of brakes and sirens reverberating outside the now mostly empty mall. "So the police got here pretty fast, huh?" Fen heard Automne mutter next to her. "That's better than back home," she replied. But those noises weren't followed by the echo of exchanging gunfire, which meant -

"The problem is that the dozens of attackers made it in here without any vehicles or defenses stationed outside, so they must have had help from an outside associate and now have no back door for escape," Fen said aloud. Automne looked at her as alarm flitted across her face. "Suicide mission?" the Faunus asked warily. "Unlikely, it's still too well organized," Fen said. "Automne, listen to me. If the police enter, it could cause the remaining hostage-holders to panic and fire straight into the civilians. I'll try to keep the police at bay, so I'll go out to explain the situation. Try and figure out where the rest of the criminals are hiding." With a nod of assent, Fen swung her halberd in a wide upwards arc as Automne jumped onto it, which launched the Faunus upwards and through a  hole in a skylight.

Platinum pounded behind Oliver as the trio rapidly approached the large congregation of civilians. She had never heard of this so-called Flagg Institute before, but trusted the boy's intuition. ''Must be another paramilitary group that came about because of the weak central police force. ''As they neared the specified location, Platinum saw a lone Huntsman suroounded by five prone criminals and a crowd of terrified shoppers. "Soo, what's the issue?" she asked.

Automne dashed across the glass windows which composed the majority of the mall's roof, and slowed when she saw a group of the thugs gathered on the third floor around twenty or so innocents. This gang was the largest yet, and seemed to have... about twenty to thirty, she counted. As she peered from over a non-glass part of the roof, she watched as the largest of them, bearing a massive bastard sword on his back, finished setting up a network of speakers and walk to the edge of the floor. With a rending feedback his speech began, and he stood glaring at the fighters from his station oer the plaza.

"Alright, losers, you've done well enough staying alive so far. But if any of you make another move, we'll send a personal bullet sraight through the skull of every single one of these dumbasses right here." And it was true that the remaining thugs had their guns trained on the cowering civilians and not the Huntsmen and Huntresses below. "Drop your weapons, NOW."