Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151107020221/@comment-25582638-20151229125054

/“Use it with two hands. The recoil will injure your wrists if you used one hand without Aura.”/

After giving Iris and Tora a warning, Cyzarine walked past the children towards the driver of the car only to find him unconscious. The young soldier flared her Aura on her arms and pulled him out roughly through the window. And barely dodged barrage of bullets coming from the passenger seat.

The man groaned in anger as he opened the door and fell on the floor due to his injured left knee and cracked humerus.

“Ah sh*t!”

Cyzarine didn't bother taking precautions and jumped over the van. The criminal wasn't able to point the Desert Eagle's muzzle at her when she landed on his stomach, which almost made him puke his dinner.

The young soldier took the opportunity to grab the handgun from the criminal and grabbed his collar. Cyzarine pulled him towards a stack of large, wooden, rectangular boxes where the man is thrown behind, hidden from the children's sight.

/“If you wouldn't mind, don't make me repeat my questions. Are we clear?”

She said after letting go of his collar and stood in front of him.

“F*ck tha- AH!”

Cyzarine shot his left knee.

/“Do I have to repeat my question?”/

“You- GOD D****T!”

The young soldier shot his left hand. When she pointed the gun at his left knee -

“Wait! Sto-”

His scream echoed in the warehouse when she shot it again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Until his knee doesn't look like a knee and the gun has no more bullets to spare. Splatter of red liquid stained boxes and pool of blood crept towards Cyzarine's boots.

Ah, there might be more ammo inside.

She thought as she casually walked back to the van. Looking inside the vehicle, Cyzarine saw a shotgun, an assault rifle, and a small caliber handgun.

/“What is it?”/ She spoke through her radio as she looked for the fun's ammo.

“...”

/“Go on.”/

“...”

The young soldier paused.

/“That's it? He didn't ask why they're kidnapping the children? Never mind that. Who are the people with Mr. Jacobs?”/

“...”

In the end, Cyzarine chose the pump-action shotgun and walked towards the sobbing criminal.

/“It's them, huh. I'll get you back in a minute.”/

“...”

She turned her attention back to the man and put the shotgun's muzzle on the at the messed up knee and put some weight on it. The man was about to scream when Cyzarine put her index finger in front of the mask, telling him to keep quiet. While doing so, a black van entered the warehouse, a young woman in suit get off the vehicle.

/“Take them back to the orphanage and round up everyone. I'll turn over these men to the police and then we're done here.”/ Cyzarine said without looking at the Black Hound.

“Yes, ma'am!”

The woman stopped in a respectful distance from the children and gently introduced herself to them and told them that she'll help them return to their home.

/“Why is Barnes kidnapping the children? Prostitution is one thing but there are also many male children kidnapped. So what's more other than slavery, mister?”/

“Ugh.....”

Cyzarine cocked the shotgun at the panting and pale man.

“F-Funhouse!” he replied in a high tone. “Mr. Barnes runs a g-gladiator fight between children!”

/“The winners live and the losers die, right?”/

“Y-Yes! Yes!”

/“Is money included?”/

“Yes!”

Upon confirmation, Cyzarine is now thinking up a report to the Intel Department about Barnes' activities.

''So gambling, prostitution, cage fight, possible loan shark business according to the rumors back in Atlas... hm.... Drugs are obvious in this kind of operations''

/“Is that all?”/

“Wha- Yes! I-I swear I'm telling-”

/“Thank you for your cooperation.”/

The young soldier pulled the trigger and brutally amputated the man's leg. The criminal screamed on top of his lungs.

/“You still there?”/

“...”

/“Good. Please hack Mr. Jacobs' Scroll and send him this message.....”

While walking away from the miserable man, her footsteps left a trail of blood.

--

Two black vans drove towards the police line and parked near it. A large man got off from one of the vans. On his right hand is a crying man with a tourniquet on his left hip while on his left hand is a handcuffed, unconscious criminal. The other van opened up, revealing the rescued orphans inside.

The man walked slowly to the police line and handed over the two to the law enforcement.

“It is done.”

-was all he said before going back to the van.

Cyzarine used her High-Powered Chainsaw Boots to get up to a building's rooftop.

/“Where is she, Hilda?”/

No reply.

/“Hilda?”/

“10 blocks Northwest from your location.” Brunhilde huffed at her second cousin over the radio.

/“We're working, you know.”/

Cyzarine started jumping from one rooftop to another.

“You're stiff.”

/“And the Pilgrims will get upset when they find this out.”/

Brunhilde mumbled something in which the younger girl heard a word “killjoy”.

Cyzarine shook her head mentally and focused on finding Ravelyn. Not only they'll get into trouble with the Pilgrims but as well as with the Battalion if the girl told them about Brunhilde's antics. Even if it's a prank, Ravelyn might not see it that way and see it as an assassination attempt.

Over thinking aside, Cyzarine simply doesn't want to get into deeper trouble.

When she finally found the girl, she landed on the same building where Ravelyn is and kept a respectful distance from the girl.

/“You're..... a member of the Vale's Pilgrims, right?”/

As she said those words, her head is trying to find ways to apologize for her mismanagement of the Engelnacht to a stranger.

Just when did her job involves calming down a child and trying to be friendly with others?

In her mind, she's seriously regretting taking up this task.

And she has a flight to catch up in two hours and thirty minutes.

To: Vert Jacobs

''12 midnight sharp at the airport, Gate #2. You and your friends will just have to sign some terms and conditions because all of you will be using a private airship. Don't be late for your flight to Atlas.

- Cyzarine Bluthardt''