Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20161029044540/@comment-5426254-20161105002201

"Bloody hell."

Robin Daniels-Kreutznauer was shocked when he saw his client, restrained all the way up from crown to toe, leaving only her mouth exposed.

''I can see why they had to restrain the lass, but damn, just how dangerous is she!? She's all stuck there and can't do a single bloody thing!''

The sight of her proved to be momentarily shocking for the Huntsman, who believed he had seen fear and expected the worst since his youth.

But Wisteria wasn't the only noticeable sight on the mission. He had recognized Artoria Glasdragon, from the train ride on the TransOceanic Railway a while back. It was a small world, indeed.

It's good to see you, mate, Robin thought as he surveyed the gang.

Out of all the people in the group, he believed that Artoria, and that sniper, Dust McCree, were the only ones he was most likely to get along with in the mission with.

Scratch that - probably McCree was the only one he could get along with. He made a note to try and befriend him later on.

Glasdragon, you daft imbecile.

Sure, he personally agreed that the sight of Wisteria restrained like that was troubling. But pissing off their employer, and dissuading the use of their biggest asset in catching the Geist was counterproductive to getting their salary, and was a statement that was not a single bit pragmatic about the situation.

He assessed his situation. Being a Grimm Studies professor, he had actually experienced fighting Geists, and actually attempted to study them in the past. However, capturing one was an entirely different matter, and there were a few things that bothered him - being one of the few Grimm that neither resembled an animal was one. The other were the posession of objects, moving limbs without appearing to be connected to the main body, and those arcane sigils that popped up every time one of them needed a replacement limb.

He knew he would be paid a handsome sum for compensation for the task of capturing the Geist alive, and he knew that the target would be in Orran's possession. He knew that the salary would aid greatly in securing additional funding for Polaris College School, besides the millions funnelled from wealthy sponsors and the parents that wanted to send their children to a school advertised as "cutting edge, and closing the gap between Huntsman Academy and combat school." He could use the funds to incentivize some of their subpar teachers in order to improve their teaching quality, or just hire new Huntsmen and better teachers entirely. At worst, he could buy new supplies for whatever part of the school needed it the most.

But there was one thing that he wanted to know: because the particular Grimm subspecies responded to its surrounding environment, he wanted to study the Grimm in order to record exactly how its possession ability worked in his field journey and to teach to his students.

That, and he wondered whether or not the group would have to carry Wisteria on their backs, let alone deal with what she could have in store that forced her restraint in the first place. He was made aware of how effective she was at capturing and caging entities.

"Sir," he regarded to Orran. "I know what I'm getting for this job, and I'm not one to ask too many questions, but do you need us to carry her around as well, or will she be well off while we catch the Grimm?"

He decided to hold off on negotiating with him some time alone to study the Geist, post-capture. Maybe the salary can be used to accommodate Wisteria with a wagon, chariot or some sort in case the next person needed to use her talents.

"Also, any idea where we last saw the bugger?"