Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20160207063839/@comment-5999656-20160508051434

Platinum flies into the air, golden vest billowing and silver saber blade reflecting the sunlight from through a hole in the roof. She brings the edge down hard towards the masked man, only for him to bat it aside almost carelessly with his worn, dull cleaver. She almost loses her grip on the sword from the force of his strike, fumbling as she lands hard on both feet. Neither the woman nor her daughter have made a move. Instead, as Platinum regains her balance, the man advances forward slowly, shaking the unlabeled canister in his other hand and flicking its spray open. The Huntress-in-training instead backs away quickly, shouldering her sniper and directing it at the adversary at point blank range. She fires once, twice, three times, the flash of each shot burning bright each time, as the sound echoes throughout the hollow warehouse. The man merely moves his broad cleaver in front of him as he keeps slowly advancing nearer. Swallowing a growing feeling of sickening dread, Platinum instead lowers her aim, pauses, and fires a bullet into the spray canister.

Bad move.

Lustra and her mother quickly back off and run off, back into the dark depths of the building. Yellow capsaicin bursts into the air, having no effect on the armed male but immediately stinging at Platinum's eyes as she gasps in surprise. This intake of breath only draws the inflammatory agent into her lungs, and she begins coughing uncontrollably. As she is doubled over, Vayne Fuller places a heavily gloved hand on her shoulder, pausing as if to assess the situation, and shoves her into the concrete wall right behind her.

"Silly girl."

Even while choking, Platinum's right hand tightens around her sword grip and she thrusts it towards Vayne's stomach.

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Fen immediately picked up her phone the second it started ringing. She thought it might be Zan calling her back or even, just maybe, Platinum responding at last. But when she opened the connection, it was a different female voice than either of these two acquaintances.

Who is this?

Fen knew she'd heard the sound of this voice before, but she couldn't place it for a few seconds. She was also disappointed that it wasn't someone she immediately recog - no, she remembered this voice. It sent her on edge with its taunting tone and false playfulness, but she merely stopped walking and listened for a few seconds. This time, she wasn't the one in a cage. Instead of responding with some emotional outburst, she paused and reevaluated her situation.

''I've already arranged for a private meeting with Zan... it was easy. So my hunch was right. My own big sister doesn't have the guts to turn me down.''

And here was a complication that needed to be dealt with. Fen said nothing for the few seconds after Brunhilde stopped talking, letting the silence sink in before finally answering.

"... Brunhilde, when I told Cyzarine to forget about it, I literally meant forget about it, not 'send your big cousin to accost me'." She paused again, scanning her surroundings for some sign of a tail or somebody following her, but no suspicious figure stood out in the few seconds she took to look around. So she continued.

"So if you could let her know that she needs to stay out of my business, that'd be great. I take all responsibility for mistakenly coming to her for help before changing my mind, but I really don't have time to repeatedly tell her to get out."

......

"That's all. If you call me again I'll pick up the phone, but I'll let you know that if you continue to bother me or get in my way, I will report it to the police as unlawful harrassment. And we certainly wouldn't want the Bluthardts' public image to sink lower, especially after these recent 'scandals', hmm?" Alright, so she couldn't help but let the anger seep into her voice. No means no, what don't you get about that?

"It is a nice day, Miss Engelnacht. I hope you have a nice day, but the Bluthardts need to stay out of my business before they fuck my life up further." And she ended the call. Fen strode towards the busy street, and deftly ran alongside a black sports car as it pulled up to the sidewalk. She got in and was hidden by the tinted windows, and the car pulled away from the curb and speeded off.

"Tez, if you could check for pursuers?"

The driver nodded, tipping his fedora with a grin that was reflected in the windshield mirror.

"Of course, missy. How's it going?"

Yes, Fen was definitely out of her cage. She had a new host of resources and power at her disposal, as long as she spoke wisely and remembered her place in the intricate underground web.