Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20160207063839/@comment-5999656-20160226062213

The cab driver turned a corner at a rapid speed, sending all the passengers lurching in one direction before the vehicle stabilized. He pulled the car to a screeching halt the moment he spotted Cyzarine in her full bloodsoaked golry illuminated by the bright streetlights. The Beacon students saw it as well: what appeared to be a standoff between Raizel and the younger girl as limp bodies were strewn about the entrance of the nightclub.

Respersio tapped the driver on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "Here's the fare." He handed his Scroll to the man, who automatically scanned the barcode on the screen which linked to the boy's credit account. Resper took the handheld back and slipped it into his khakis.

"Drive a safe distance away and call the police as soon as you can," Platinum ordered the driver.

"Will do, miss," came the shaky reply.

The six teenagers dismounted from the taxi and drew their weapons as they quickly made their way to the scene. The taxi backed out and turned back the way it had come, leaving the eight Hunters the only ones on site. Platinum took charge, being the only person in the group with any real police procedural knowledge.

"I need you guys to train your firearms on Cyzarine from a safe distance," she ordered, in a brisk but low tone. "At this point, consider her not a classmate but an armed and dangerous target with an unstable mentality. I'll try to talk her down until the police get here." This team trouble had escalated into a charge of multiple second-degree murders, and at this point it seemed obvious what would have to happen next. She and her friends would try to subdue Cyzarine until official help arrived, and law enforcement would take the girl into custody and probably charge her with multiple criminal offences and further legal punishment. Family members would be contacted, and Cyzarine would probably be at the very least suspended from Beacon. Such was the procedure for cold-blooded murder, unless she had the argument that it was in self-defense.

Automne strode up besides Platinum and murmured some words to her.

"Her violent reaction - it's indication of likely major trauma in her past. You should do further research into her background if you'll still be in a team." Automne knew the moment she saw the bloody scene and from her own experiences. Without proper counseling, this was a possible result of untreated PTSD.

Platinum shook her head. "It's beyond that now. The legal proceedings won't allow her to return to normal life just like that." Platinum was hard-headed, but held an unwavering belief in the importance of the law. Without that, society would crumble into an anarchic, take-matters-into-my own-hands mess.

The group of six quickly formed a loose circle a few meters around Cyzarine. Those with firearms drew them and pointed them at the murderess, while Fen extended her polearm and held it with the blade pointed forward, hands on the buttons that would unleash Dust projectiles. Bernhardt had his batons at the ready, but as per instructions would refrain from engaging in close combat to avoid friendly fire.

"Cyzarine Bluthardt," Platinum said. Her voice rang out in the silence of the night. "Drop your weapons on the ground and step back with your hands in the air." It was callous, this statement. But it was the closest to protocol that the silver-haired detective-in-training could think of.