Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20161211031628/@comment-5999656-20170124173240

"Alright," Platinum said, letting her hands fall back down, before adding, "Thank you. It was good to get that out of the way. I'm going to call local law enforcement to let them take care of the victims." With that she turned and walked a few steps away from the gathering, dialing her Scroll in the process.

As Platinum waited for her call to be picked up, she turned and met Automne's eyes, conveying a quiet assent to the other girl. Automne held the gaze before breaking it and looking back at the other duo. Platinum had only been a leader of her own team for a few days, but even so it was easy to sense a sort of casual authority emanating from the silver-haired girl. Eh. In another moment Platinum was relaying the information to the police.

"We just got here," Automne said. "Any idea where we should look next? The police should be here in a few minutes. Think we might be able to squeeze a confession out of one of the smugglers?"

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A few miles away, a young woman wearing a distinct white beanie strode swiftly through an abandoned shipyard. The creaking rust-ridden hulls of skeletal arks caused wind tunnels to form between the structures, and it gusted heavily as she walked, billowing her open white jacket around her as she walked.

She reached up and pressed a featureless black earpiece nestled under her hair.

"I'm approaching the hideout. You sure about this, Zan?"

"You'll do just fine, Fen. We practiced this, remember?"

"Yeah, well, I wasn't expecting you guys to put so much emphasis on aesthetic," she grumbled quietly. "How do I know there aren't Grimm lurking around?"

"Well, that depends on how you feel right now, doesn't it? How do you feel?"

Fen sighed.

"Fine. Not scared or anything, not yet."

"Good. The smugglers will meet you soon. Feed them all the information I gave to you."

"Roger that, sis."