Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24857097-20150115050415/@comment-25582638-20150123085612

Greetings Commissioner, 

''It has been a long time since your men encountered mine. You may not know of our existence yesterday but your predecessors generations ago did. ''

''The prowess of your previous generations rivalled ours. They, together, always defended the people from evil despite the hardships and setbacks they had been through. Soldiers defend from the outside while police defend from the inside of the city. ''

''The attack earlier has a purpose. It was to assess your men if they have what it takes to deal with such threat. I let one of my Special Officers to go on rampage to maximize this assessment. To my disappointment, a large number of police did not have the prowess to go against my soldiers. ''

''Your men lack of discipline, security, skills, and reaction time to deal a surprise attack. What if it were the White Fang? What if it were the other terror organizations attacked them? ''

''<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">The time of peace will end if your people's performance did not improve. Instead of them becoming assets of the city, they will become liabilities. Moreover, we have no intention working along liabilities. ''<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.95pt;">''<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Do not wait for peace to end, my friend. The real enemies will strike and obliterate when your guard is down. ''<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.95pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Yours truly, <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">

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<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.95pt;">An airship landed at Beacon Academy and many people disembarked. Among them is Cyzarine, who is now wearing a high-neck long sleeved purple shirt instead of her usual gray. Carrying on her left is a briefcase while on the right is a grocery bag. <span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:14.95pt;font-size:14px;">She walked quietly alone.

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.95pt;">It's almost evening and it has been hours since a lot of things happened.

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.95pt;">Too lazy to reflect back, she just shurgged.

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:14.95pt;">"As if I care about it..."