Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151107020221/@comment-5426254-20160405234644

''Part two of the mammoth piece, this time detailing the character interactions. I hope I did them justice. Especially Cyzarine. I made sure that her dialogue matches her personality, and that the scenario you see here is a mix of all four possibilities that could happen, that Null listed in the discussion thread long ago.'' -- Memories was confused by Cyzarine's appearance. Why would she ask her, out of all the people she interrogated, for the info she wanted? Additionally, her appearance, complete with mask, suggested that she was an experienced fighter, and a serious opponent hellbent on finding her objective.

And then several tiny things caught her eye: tiny mechanoids that were voice-controlled. Judging from the pistol pointed at her head, she was probably planning to interrogate her first before taking any action.

''No doubt she has a few tricks up her sleeve. Probably her insurance policy.''

"What's your objective here?" --- Donovan Barnes Jr. had been informed of the green-haired man who had seen to the fact that two floors of civilians ran in panicked screams, that many of his henchmen were dead, assuming Memories didn't knock them out.

And this young man stood before him, a cold and furious, no-nonsense expression worn on his face.

As much as he wanted his head, he would give him the benefit of the doubt for a brief moment.

"So you're the guy on the warpath and giving me trouble, aren't ya?"

"I assume you're Barnes' demon spawn, correct?"

"Ha. Ha-ha-ha-haa," the younger Barnes laughed. "Ya know, you're quite the wise guy. Tell ya what. Assuming you didn't get the memo, I'm willing to give ya this drink, and the opportunity to not fight you. We can end this right now. No more killing."

An air of tense stillness ensued as the masked woman in white stared at her opponent.

Memories was confused as to why Cyzarine would ask her such a question, given her serious tone. She had expected her to ask for what the directions to whatever and whomever it was the kids were looking for.

That being said, the young woman in the elevator was not someone to take lightly. She looked fearsome, and appeared to be armed to the teeth. If she didn't choose her words wisely, well ...

"Please use the other elevator," Cyzarine suddenly interjected, relaxing her stance.

This sudden change in response shocked Memories, who was expecting a serious fight. But it sparked her curiosity - she could find out whatever these kids wanted, get them out for their own safety, resolve the issue, and use it as leverage against Barnes so that she could get her pay.

"Wait," Memories replied, blocking the elevator doors from closing. "I need to ask you something."

"Fine. But make it quick."

"Why are you here? What exactly do you kids have to gain by coming here? And just who are you exactly?"

Cyzarine couldn't tell whether or not she was serious, or whether she just plain dumb. She just wanted to get the conversation over with and move on to her mission.

"I'm here on a mission, rescuing kidnapped children from Barnes in this nightclub. Who I am doesn't matter. But since you wanted to talk, let me ask you my question. What is your objective?"

Memories was getting nowhere. To her, Cyzarine seemed to be talking some sort of gibberish and trying to dodge the question, especially with that comeback. Besides, she was more intrigued by her appearance-it looked quite familiar.

"But-"

"You haven't answered my question. What. Is. Your. Objective?"

I know I've heard of this person before, I just can't place it in my mind right now!

Cyzarine, however, was getting impatient. She was a firm believer in effectiveness and efficiency, of logic and reason. And right now, this woman was wasting her time.

"My patience is running thin. You see ..."

Vert was naturally suspicious of the offer. Being the bastard son of Barnes himself, in every sense of the word, he refused to believe a single word that came out of his smug, arrogant mouth.

''For all he knows, he just wants to protect his poor, precious daddy! I bet the little shit laced the drink with some kind of drug to knock me out, and catch me with my pants down!''

"I didn't come here to get hammered, Barnes. Nor did I come here for fun ..."

"... and games."

Cyzarine was getting more incensed with each passing second that Memories continued to waste, as she was now under the suspicion that Memories was squandering her time away from the mission - or intentionally stalling her.

"Either you answer my question ..."

Either you all surrender and take me to him ..."

Is he for real? Junior wondered as he gulped the drink, listening to Vert's somewhat serious threats.

" ... or I will see to it that you die here," the two finished in spontaneous unison, their pistols pointed at their targets' heads, holding them at gunpoint.

The two teenagers were running out of patience, as they wanted to move on to the next objective: finding their targets, be it Barnes or the kids they were supposed to save, something they paralleled each other off of. The people in their background tensely watched as a deathly silence over what each of them were about to do next ...

"This sounds like one of those bad action movies," Junior muttered. "In that case, roll credits."

Junior leaped into the air and immediately pulled out Run n' Gun, firing shot after shot to force Vert into blocking the bullets with the flat end of Law, and to keep him on line.

Before Vert could figure out what was going on, Junior immediately flew towards him, spinning in the air with two downward slashes, before he finished with a stab, blocked by the opposing blade.

However, he had failed to notice that Vert still had his pistol ready, and landed a few dents on his Aura, before backflipping away from any further damage, catching his breath.

"Hey guys, let's teach him a lesson! Lights, camera, action!"

In an instant the entire force raised their guns, and the melee fighters charged at him as a swarm closing at him from all sides... --- "I see. Kid, you're on your so-called mission, correct?"

"I don't see why that matters, but yeah."

"Well, so am I. I'm under contract to make sure my clients stay in one piece, unless they break their end of the deal, and that's all there is to it," Memories responded calmly, as she glanced back at Barnes' office.

"I work with clients in order to get paid and pay the bills, but what about you? Why come here and wreck the entire place? What is it for, exactly? Why don't you go home and do something more constructive, instead of being so stupid as to barge in to other people's businesses?"

Cyzarine sighed as she eased her arm and finger off the trigger.

"What will you choose? Stop me or stop little children from killing each other for the sake of entertainment?"

"What? I beg your pardon?"

"But ... since you're on Barnes' side, I assume you've already chose the latter. So how come you think you can convince me to stop rescuing the children? I think you're the stupid one in this case, don't you think so?"

"I'm sorry ... but, What!?"

"We have reason to believe that Barnes is running an entire underground ring where children are exploited for gladitorial entertainment. And all this death and violence is to make sure that we accomplish our mission, no matter what."

Memories stood befuddled behind her mask. ''What on earth is she talking about? An underground ring? That sounds like something out of an slasher film that belongs in some dirt poor village, not a place like Atlas! I mean, I know Barnes is your typical snivelling, cowardly mobster, but I don't believe he would do something that ridiculous!''

"I wouldn't be concerned with all the gore," Cyzarine reassured. "I'm a professional, and to me, pain is simply a tool to get to the next objective."

"Maybe you should reconsider that," Memories replied. "Because I don't believe a single word you say."

"Tch," Cyzarine muttered. "Fine, believe whatever you want to believe. But if you want to know more, maybe you can find out for yourself. See if I'm right or not. Who knows. Maybe you'll see something that'll change your mind."

As Memories saw her press a button, she noticed several of the spider bombs crawl out of the elevator and onto the floor.

"Oh yeah. This is for wasting my time. You should be able to make it in one piece, but if you have other plans, then maybe you should take the other elevator. Consider this insurance, should you ever get in my way."

Memories instinctively pried open the doors of the other elevator, and temporarily closed it shut as the spider bombs detonated several smaller explosions on the floor, while Cyzarine headed down several floors to look for the Funhouse by herself...