Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25582638-20191223030247

“When will I see you again?”

These words echoed in her mind as she eyed the dozens of people spread across the sea with anticipation. The police tended to the wounded, Hunters and SAINTs stalked the criminals like hawks, and the criminals guarded their little spaces. To those who had no more strength, they held onto the cold rafts she had made for dear life, their bare hands shaking from the scalding ice. Not the most ideal floater in the middle of the chilly sea, but it was better than facing the risk of drowning and getting pulled down to the depths by the Grimm.

The woman in roughspun cloak had been standing on guard in the middle of the large icy stage for sometime, hand over the broad hood as the winds picked up. She was neither a cop, nor a Hunter, nor a SAINT. It was safe to say that she wasn't a criminal if the police don't bother to look closer. She just happened to come across the auction on her way to a ruin, and thought it would be convenient to restock her supplies Nevertheless, that didn't stop anyone from assuming her as either a criminal or a Hunter. Talking her way out always turned into unnecessary fights before the Grimm entered the fray.

Not long ago, she saw a few familiar faces she had given a slap on the wrist earlier. But they weren't the reason why she was feeling restless tonight.

She couldn't find her- the person that had sparked something in her. The person she felt so intimately familiar with. It felt like she was finally close to home after all these years of living by herself. So she kept looking around, scanning the crowd quietly as feelings started to get the better of her.

Black long hair. Lilac eyes. Always wearing an all-black outfit to camouflage her power. And that nostalgic irritating smile and the swan mask.

That person- that young woman- looked just like her dearest Yuzu, but with one eye. More than 10 years had passed since she had seen her juniors and supporters.

When an ichthyosaur Grimm appeared in her peripheral view, she snapped her back to reality. Her staff moved at the barest inches, the wrath of nature nearly taking shape before she realized that it was already dissipating.

It swam- no, floated past the cluster of ice rafts. Nailed deep into its body were countless charred spiky rocks, dripping with the dying rage of fire and oozing with hot vapor. Another giant fish sailed past them, and this time a few people turned away from its sight. Unlike its dead brother, its flesh was ripped into shreds. And the force of the attack must've been strong to have the innards turned into a morbid soup of raw meat.

The truth is she wasn't expecting this particular Grimm to have such a thin hide compared to the first Grimm fish she had killed. That one was painfully tough and forced her to use almost half of her Dust reserves.

If another Grimm comes, she would need all the help she can get.

Tightening her grip on the staff and pushing her emotionally-charged thoughts to the side, she strode towards the edge of the ice formation, her cloak fanning behind that revealed a few pouches and the leather clothing she wore underneath. Even in a rugged attire, she walked with poise and unfaltering bearings, not showing a hint of exhaustion. Quickly, the people moved away from the mage's path, their expressions a mix of awe and fear and stoicism as they watched her saunter over the frozen Grimm rats that had attempted to invade their sanctuary. Hell, the very ice they stand upon were built upon the piles of bodies of the vermin and what remained of the facility.

When the mage had reached her destination, she watched the steam of black and white mists crawl over the murky waters filled with the hairy disgusting rats of darkness that had once terrorized the auction. There were also reddened chunks idly bumping against the rafts, but she didn't pay them any heed.

“Mark, how are things at your end?” She called out, her voice betraying a gentle undertone. Right across her was another raft, where a tattooed man remorselessly separated a uniformed cop and a thug with his bare hands and tossing them back to their corners, breaking up a brawl. She had met the gentleman recently and teamed up with him to bring down the Grimm. And when she had asked him to help maintain order between the groups, the Huntsman cooperated without hesitation. What a pleasant fellow.

His head twitched to her direction and simply replied. “Good.”

On cue, a legion of copters flew over them, flashing their searchlights on the survivors, distorting the waters into ripples with their beating wings. When mist clouds began dispersing, she cast her gaze at the people one last time. And at that exact moment, her hood fell over her shoulders as locks of soft curly silver hair billowed out behind her like wings of an angel. Streaks of electric red hair danced on her kitsune mask, reflecting the lights beaming from above with its brilliant blood tone.

I hope she's safe, she thought, then smiled to herself, ''No, what am I talking about? She's Yuzu and Tony's daughter. ''

As if that explanation alone was enough, she heaved a sigh of relief. The cloaked woman could've talked to Brunhilde, reach out even. But if she did that, it wouldn't take long before the Engelnacht famiglia hunt her down and bring her back as their mistress.

That would bring more trouble to her little sister though. But that also meant seeing her daughter.

Soon, Cyzarine.

Suddenly, the cloaked woman heard shouts and the sound of unsheathing swords and cocking of guns. At the other raft, a growing number of criminals were baring their fangs at the reinforcements, determined to keep themselves out of jail. Hunters and police also took out their weapons, ordering the law breakers to put their weapons down.

Without uttering a word, blood red Aura surrounded her figure, and the tip of the staff unfolded, unraveling the Dusts and complex mechanics concealed in its body.

I’ll make it up to you.