Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20161216022828/@comment-5999656-20161229020920

(As long as it stays PG-13, it'll be good. I want to make sure things don't escalate like in our last RP.)

Automne's vermilion eyes stared up into Zanipher's sunglasses, and she could see the vague outline of her face in the black mirrors. Eyes wide, breathing heavily, her hands were clutching at her wounded side as Zanipher's shoe pressed painfully into her throat.

The stare-off between the two females was interrupted by the thumping sound of something striking the rooftop, and Automne turned her head to see Bernhardt's prone body flop a few meters away from her, followed by the mechanical clinking of Diaboli's weapon as the man climbed up a moment later. She turned back to meet Zanipher's face, and made a quick decision there and then.

"4330 East Sansom Place," she said. Her gaze was unrelenting, even as she was completely helpless under the Dragon's foot.

"Good girl. And who's there now?" Zan purred, bending slightly lower.

"Resper and Saria. Platinum decided not to get involved after what happened the last time she went after criminals on her own." Automne's voice was trembling only slightly, a laudable feat.

"I see." Ironically, that situation was the one where Zanipher had first interfered in public to protect Fen's friends. And now, here she was, taking them down one by one.

"Well, I suppose that's good enough," she said loudly, bending down to ruffle Automne's hair affectionately, before reaching into the girl's pocket and pulling out her Scroll. Automne stayed stock still the whole time, not resisting even when Zanipher stepped on her handheld. Zan stepped over her fallen quarry and stopped by Diaboli, bending down to check Bernhardt's pulse.

"I do hope you didn't... oh good, looks like he'll walk out of this one. Should we head off then?" she queried Diaboli. While her face stayed professional, inwardly she was impressed by Decadere's ability to finish a fight as quickly as she had. And that he had exercised restraint, opting for a nonlethal takedown... they might make a good team yet. Zanipher sraightened up and began walking towards the edge of the roof. She stopped abruptly, remembering something.

"Vale's docks have been busy with smugglers recently. You might find the one you're looking for there," Zan called back to Automne. It was all an alibi, but she would work that out with Fen later.

(You can timeskip to the apartment if you'd like.)