Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20150907231134/@comment-5999656-20151004213719

(Firstly, wow, that was the fastest chain posting I've ever seen O.o all five within 5 hours! Secondly I love how everything's really exploding all of a sudden)

The chaos inside the mall had sent shockwaves all around the surrounding area. Three blocks away large crowds of nightlifers and nearby residents had gathered, having been evacuated from the nearby vicinity. They milled behind the blockades the police had erected, torn between their curiosity and the need to stay safe, discussing in low but animated voices what they thought was happening. Even with the three-block radius around the mall cleared, the unmistakable sound of gunfire shredded what a spectator might have assumed was a celebrity appearance. The glow of dozens upon dozens of Scroll screens illuminated the darkness of night's arrival, each set to video record what was happening from their owner's personal perspective. A few news teams had made their timely appearances and stood at the front of the crowd, reporters capturing the moment-by-moment story as it unfolded behind them.

Among the loosely gathered crowd stood a hooded young man. He blended in perfectly in the gloom and buzz, just another plainclothes civilian trying to stay warm as the night breezes descended. What no one saw was the tiny black earpiece fixed under the hood. He reached in and pressed it lightly, contacting his superior.

"So, what have you got?" A cold, clear female voice echoed in his ear. Zan wasn't one for slow starts, and she wanted to hear what her informant had to tell her.

"Madam, you know that gang that you guys met a while ago? I believe your orders were to 'start a scene'? Well, they're doing quite badly... or quite well, depending on what you were expecting."

"Oh?"

"Well, they've attacked a... most public building, took and released hostages, drawn the police and Black Order Battalion, and basically worked themselves into an inescapable situation." He relayed all the information he could glean from his distant vantage point. "It appears that the only reason this fight is ongoing is the presence of several Huntsmen and Huntresses withing the mall. Otherwise they might have been able to get away."

Zan started laughing incredulously. "Wow, who knew those beasts could draw so much attention to themselves? This is much more entertaining than just offing them quietly." The situation amused her greatly. Although it was odd that the BOB would get involved in something so minor. She figured that someone very important to them had to be inside, but that was pretty meaningless to her.

"Keep me posted. The animals won't be able to provide any real information about us, but I would love a full recap once it's over."

"Will do, ma'am." He returned the earpiece to his pocket and continued watching from his hidden-in-full-sight position.

Zan put the earpiece down on her desk, still smirking slightly, and returned to her latest assignment - piecing together the information she'd gleaned from her investigation of yet another wealthy family who wanted to know what had happened to their son.

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About half of the gangsters were still out anf fighting, but Platinum saw that many of them had already fallen.

"I'll try calling them!" Platinum shouted over the din of the firefight. She ducked behind the barrier and whipped her Scroll out, dialing both Automne and Fen. It rang multiple times, indicating that their devices were on, bu there was no response.

"I can't get through to them, Oliver. Something must be going on." This was very worrying, as they would have no reason to ignore her unless they were fighting a battle of their own. Platinum looked up just in time to see a massive wolf-eared faunus bearing down upon them - the gang leader.

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The money was gone, his men were getting killed, and the police had surrounded the building. How could this get any worse? Now all he could do was return the damage to his opponents, the flimsy children who thought they knew how to fight. No longer was it about getting power. Now he was trying to destroy. Roaring, he pulled a trigger on the side of his grip which sent flames searing all around his blade - a fire sword, the perfect emblem of his rage. Chaukk's voice staticked out from his radio:

"Gearsy, there's some special ops or something comin' into the building! They got this clown guy with them too!"

Gearsy slowed, his eyes twitching. Now might be an excellent time to make a break for it, but that would mean leaving behind his teammates. Somewhere in his thick head he realized that such a decision was utterly impossible. The only possible outcome now appeared to be - death.

"Get out of here if you wanna live, but I'm staying till the end," he growled into the machine. He raised his massive sword once more and charged at the shooting trio. Plaitinum noticed and fired three bullets point-blank into his chest, but it barely fazed him as he leaped forward and smashed her through the plaster barrier. He then turned to Oliver and Anastasia, who had quickly gotten to their feet and gripped their respective weapons.

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Chaukk lowered his radio. His boss had just told him, 'Abandon me if you must." But they were a team, and there was nothing waiting for him at home, so he dropped the black thing on the floor, pulled out his spiked dust-enforced gauntlets, and ran at the nearest group of BOB agents with his submachine gun blasting. All or nothing, he thought blankly.

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River spun the truck back around. He had heard his leader's conversation over the radio, and maybe they two wanted to be goddamn martyrs, but if they'd already lost then he wasn't about to die for nothing. He figured he could make it a few blocks before the fire spread to the engine, and decided to gun it down the brightly-lit street and towards a crowd of citizens who began shrieking and running to the sidewalks to avoid the two tons of metal coming their way.

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Lavender strutted towards the corner where she had seen the Fox faunus turn. She had ditched her radio a while ago, finding it too distracting for her fighting style. Rounding the junction, she saw Automne and another girl back away to turn towards her, their eyes reflecting subdued fear. She unwound her weapon, a chain with a spiked mace attached at the end, and began swinging it in slow circles.