Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20170312033542/@comment-26104528-20171222061648

(Bruh, not only should everyone be on the Airship right about now, they've been flying towards Tenth for a while now.)

"Ah." Stella simply replied, mentally shrugging.

"Kurai." she gently laid a hand on his shoulder. "You don't owe me an explanation, or anyone else for that matter...but I'm just saying: I'm not a judgy girl." (Not in this context at least)

"Think about it, we're all here for ya." the Tigress gestured to Gretel and Osiris along with herself before turning towards the former, just to pass time until the swordsman was ready to talk again.

"So...what have you been up to lately? Haven't been able to talk since the CCTS collapse..."

While Geuda and Cordelia were having a particularly enlightening conversation with Pan and a family history that would easily make a good background for the next Lemon Neeson movie, Obidiah Squad and the rest of Geuda's rebels were getting acquainted in the manor's foyer; dropping names, exchanging stories, shaking hands, all that song and dance. While Beverly elected to stick around, all Honara had time to do was leave a few business cards before heading off to find Wolfe to start talking defense.

After a pointer from one of the Butlers, the Rattlesnake made her way towards the afformentioned room until the wham line graced her ears.

"...Master, is my father..." she briefly paused only to continue walking, this time with even greater purpose.

She rounded the corner and the moment King Solus Eldergleam entered her line of sight, some old instincts, certainly not from Flagg, kicked in and she gave a very practiced curtsey before the royal before taking another step further.

"My apologies for interupting. My name is Honara von Anhult of the Flagg Institute-"

"-so you're the Flagg woman who's been on our watchlist..." Geuda replied, stifling a chuckle.

"-I'm sorry?"

"Don't think too much about it. Last I checked, you're a little too high to get to without a few favors...if your security's half as good as you think it is, you'll know it before you see it..."

He motioned towards the last open seat at the end. "I think this conversation will interest you, Mademoiselle de Anhult."

As the rattlesnake took a seat, keeping her position compact and respectful, the two ex-fireflies got back to what they were doing earlier.

"If we still worked for your father, followed his style and his orders, you would be very, very, dead right now." Cordelia said with similar fire in her eyes as a certain tiger faunus.

"But we don't work for Papa Everest anymore, and we sure as hell, don't follow his style like that..." Geuda added, holding his hands open to truly emphasize that he was not armed at the moment, even leaning further back on his end of the sofa.

"So...have you talked with your father between now and then? Did he know we would be out here doing what we were?"