Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20150907231134/@comment-5999656-20151004003516

Fen stared at the receding back of Cyzarine, muted disbelief having taken over her mind. To her, the girl had just killed at least three people and then said, "Don't judge me". It was too late for a sharp rebuke, however, so she glanced over at the remaining Faunus against the wall.

"Well? Get out of here," she muttered. Inner-city crime was something the police of this age couldn't handle, so it didn't seem fair for someone so lacking in battle ability to get tied up with a brutal law system. The cat-eared female whispered a response, barely audible: 'Why?"

"What, so I can't be compassionate?" No response. Fen sighed, then widened her eyes and locked gazes with the Faunus. "I'm quarter. I feel for you, at least." The girl nodded vaguely and ran-stumbled out of the emergency exit at the end of the hallway. Fen watched her leave then began running in the opposite direction, back towards the inside of the mall. What was more concerning was the admittedly logical and believable statement that the green-haired girl had made (Fen realized that she still didn’t know her name), that that this gang was probably going to end up rampaging once they realized they were being used, and the allies she had right now were far outnumbered compared to their adversaries. Hopefully the Dragons themselves wouldn’t get involved, and if this really was a dramatic act of sabotage, they probably wouldn’t show up. Hopefully...

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The gang leader was surprised that the truck actually contained money in it, but froze when he heard the alarming chittering of exchanging gunfire sound out from inside the mall. He turned to his partner and barked out an order. “River, take the keys and get the truck out of here. The rest of us’ll figure out what the f*** is happening.” He and the two teammates turned and speeded back into the mall, while River unhooked his electric ruptor staff and extended his hand silently towards Rainier to receive the keys to the truck.

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“Thanks,” Platinum told Oliver after he’d helped her up. Naturally her Aura had absorbed the brunt of the impact, but as she gingerly touched her shoulder it felt like she’d have a pretty big bruise there after this scene ended.After hearing Anise’s command over Oliver’s radio, she hefted her rifle back up and began firing at the thugs nearest the Flagg agent. This is so not going to end well , she thought. <span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">But at least no one’s dead yet, right?

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.89;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Automne saw Anise spring into action, but unfortunately she herself couldn’t come up with a proper mode of activity. This was especially annoying to her because it seemed like everyone else was so engaged in their own tactical maneuvers. <span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I’ll be of no use up here, that’s for sure. <span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">She vaulted over the glass railing and dropped to the third floor and then to the second, just in time to see the gang’s head and two of his cronies come stomping back into the picture. Deciding that it would be better for everyone if the three strongest members of the opposition didn’t reappear just yet, Automne drew her rapier and waited for them to come running right underneath her.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.89;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">She launched herself and cut at the back of the lead’s head, but his cultivated Aura kept him from sustaining any damage, although she did cut open the top of his greatcoat. Ignoring the fact that her sneak attack had failed, Automne landed and this time tried to drive the tip of her sword against his hand to try and pin him from using the massive bastard blade. Without hesitating the leader pulled his arm upwards, avoiding the strike, and slammed his combat boot into her flank and sending her to the ground. He followed up with his sword extended and drove it through the chest of the prone form of Automne -

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.89;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">- But his blade encountered zero resistance even as it appeared to cut straight through her torso and lodged into the now-cracked marble floor. Before he could react she had flipped over and through his sword, and bolted around a corner and out of sight.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.89;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“The hell?” he grunted, tugging his weapon free. But taking full inventory of the bullet-dominated chaos before him, he realized that he had no time for small fry and one-on-one battles.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.89;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Turning to his sole female teammate, he ordered, “Lav, go after the little fox.” A nod of consent. “Chaukk, see what you can do ‘bout those police outside.” After dispensing these directions he turned his powerful focus towards the three teenagers standing on the second floor firing at what remained of his mob. <span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">They’re dead already, <span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">he thought angrily. Everything had fallen apart, and his rise to power was being ruined before his very eyes. Of course he was furious.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.89;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Automne leaned against the wall, one hand clutching her chest to try and calm her pounding heart, the other tightening around the hilt of her complex foil. That attempt to stall ended up doing nothing and now her semblance was temporarily deactivated, and now she was starting to get legitimately scared..

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.89;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">She turned at the sound of approaching footsteps, ready to pounce, but it was just Fen turning the corner. “What happened to you?” the beanie-wearing girl asked. “They’re... good,” she replied slowly, but under the low tone was an unmistakable quivering. Fen said, “Okay, well, let’s stick together for now, okay?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.89;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Yeah…”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.89;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">(Just as a heads up feel free to use any of the gang members in order to present a cohesive fight scene, as long as their battle prowess is obvious)