Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20160207063839/@comment-5999656-20160401223640

Platinum finished wrapping her hand, and tore off the roll, leaving the wrap to staunch the bleeding. Once they got back to Beacon, she was gonna make sure to properly clean and treat the wound. The moment seemed sweet, how everyone had finally affirmed their dedication to forming a team.

Now why couldn't we have done that straight in the beginning instead of whining?

But this was the way life worked. Sometimes it took some mistakes and hard falls to realize that, just maybe, it wasn't that bad after all. They'd made some progress, but there was one problem left that could potentially render their commitments null and void. Platinum turned to Cyzarine with a solemn expression.

Fen frowned when she'd heard Crisanto mention knife throwing, as she imagined 5 year olds probably lacked basic motor coordination and probably shouldn't be trusted with tossing sharp objects. But as long as the Bluthardts didn't threaten her, she wouldn't prod them back. It was best to coexist when such a leisurely option was available. And of course, if they really did come after her, she had a thorough alibi worked out. Hopefully they weren't so aggressive in their private patrols as to turn their suspicion to a mere 17 year old.

"Cyzarine, I hope that means that you'll try to refrain from knowingly entering dangerous situations and/or considering murdering petty criminals as an option in self-defense. I'm going to be totally transparent here. If you continue with this habit of ridiculous retribution, then it doesn't matter what the rest of us want. The team will be screwed. When you met with the police, what did they say to you? Did they mention going to court, serving jail time, any kind of repercussions under the law?"

Part of Platinum wished for justice to be meted out fairly, even though she knew the police were far too often ineffectual in performing their job. It wasn't for lack of trying, in fact, chances were it was a fundamental problem with Vale's infrastructure. The other, more selfish part of her hoped that this night could be put behind forever so that team PRFC might actually become something.

"If... if there's anything I can do, you know, I might be able to work out an explanation," Fen offered meekly. "Emphasis on the 'might', obviously, but I'll do what I can if I need to." That included casually pulling some strings using her family's connections in Vale at the fullest, but Fen was mostly referring to talking it out thoroughly with the police.

There was a silence as the girls pondered the implications of the night.