Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25582638-20151210004452/@comment-25582638-20151229043346

Kira paused and gave a long threatening and warning meow to the heiress but didn't attempt to do anything physically to her. The Labrador ignored the smaller animal that hates strangers and any entity that didn't leave a good impression.

“Kira!”

The black cat snapped out of its bad mood and ran towards Cyzarine. The girl stayed quiet a bit earlier when Fen thanked her. In her mind, she thought that if she didn't have her weapons in that situation, the girl might have chosen self-preservation. But that would get her into trouble with BOB that have dedicated itself to protect the innocent regardless whether you die or not in doing so. Cyzarine wouldn't be thanked if the bad scenario in her mind happened.

Shaking off those thoughts, she went to the laundry area with Kira in tow.

Cyzarine threw the worn jacket in a trash bin then proceeded to disassemble her boots to soak them in a mixture of solution in a large basin. The process took ten minutes before she departed for her room upstairs with worn out shoulder holsters in hand.

On the second floor, her slippers created some squeaky sound. Along the wide hallway, Cyzarine walked while reading something in a 1/2 lengthwise paper that she took from the fridge.

She was just about to open the bathroom's door when she noticed that's it's lock.

Huh, Casper left it locked again... And the keys are down stairs or somewhere again.....

The smell of blood on her clothes wasn't bothering her but letting it be would make the mansion inside smell disgusting. Meaning more work.

Well, we have spare doors

Cyzarine weighed the pros and cons between looking for the possibly misplaced keys (Casper's fault) then make the house stinky and doing the most convenient way to open the locked bathroom.

Her being her, the girl pulled her gun and fired at the door followed by pushing it open.