Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20180831104140/@comment-5999656-20181206050424

Farran clutches the unconscious girl in his arms, her head and limbs lolling loosely from the transfer. He opens his mouth, about to summon some snide retort, but then stops and looks more closely at Blanc. He takes note of her childish frame, so light even with the armor on, and the massive scar running down one half of her face. It's hard to believe that someone so young could willingly drive a truck off a cliff in an attempt to kill him, he thinks, but then again, it seems that criminals are branching out nowadays.

Titania stands beside Farran, a frown creased across her face as she looks at the director's suited back. His use of the word personally doesn't sit well with her. If word gets out that the Lotus Estate is engaging in third party revenge crimes, it would be a PR fiasco. She makes a note to intervene if things get too far. For the time being, however, she produces a packet of zip ties from her pocket.

"Here. We'll need to make sure she doesn't try to swing at you if she wakes up," she tells Farran. Together, they secure a few bands around the girl's wrists, tightly enough that there's no wiggle room.

"Typical mercs," Farran mutters, as they are bent over together. "Trying to take all the credit without doing any work. Watch 'em scramble the second Nobel tries to gas them."

"Shush," Titania says quietly. They straighten back up, Blanc now slung over Farran's shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and set off in the shadow of the director.