Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25582638-20190726040915

Sitting beside the LMG on the bow, Brunhilde covered her wound with gauze while facing the sea. Thankfully, she didn't need to undress in front of the occupants like some exhibitionist nor care whether they would attack with her guard down. Wynston had taken upon himself to watch after her, standing behind her with his back turned, playing the role as the hired, loyal mercenary of the heiress like he had been doing from the very beginning. Even though she was younger, expected to respect those older than her, to the king cobra faunus, their arrangement was fine the way it is, convenient even. Acting like they’re a family didn’t sit well to both of them.

Satisfied, Brunhilde snapped the medical kit close, casting her gaze at the last four people to board the ship. Her visor's sights were on the Stalker, the hobo man, and Jett- she already knew the girl- but her lilac eye fixed itself on Lustra. When she saw the wounds of the other woman, her hand strayed back to the medical kit, gripping the handle as she stood up. Then, at the last second, as if she didn't plan on giving the bandages herself, Brunhilde smoothly stepped to Wynston's side and shoved the kit to his arm wordlessly. Fortunately, her mask-like helmet hid everything.

"I'm done with it," Brunhilde said in a hushed voice. "Give it to them. I'm sure they'll act more friendly if you help them, no?"

"I doubt that. But I can try... " Wynston took the medical kit, feeling as though he was being sent away to a lion's den. Glancing at the other group, the king cobra faunus hoped that another fight wouldn’t break out. Just the mere thought of it made him emotionally drained. He snapped back to the present when his cousin started walking. “Where are you going?”

“The bridge. I’m sure the captain has a plan in mind other than feeding us to the Grimm or anything stupid.” I’d like to see him try. Brunhilde paused to look at him, her black coat flapping against the wind. “Oh, right. Did you send the signal?”

He nodded as his gloved hand reached up to his ear. “ETA is 7 minutes. They’ve been circling around the facility, looking for us.”

Brunhilde’s eye narrowed. “Well, they’re looking for us in the wrong place.”

“The Grimm must after them, or they’re dodging the Hunters,” He said, gazing at the sea and the dark skies in a moment of silence as he remembered the choppers carrying the surviving Hunters. “They also told me that she’s upset.”

“... Ah,” was all Brunhilde said. Nevertheless, the news that her little cousin was safe made her smile. That and at the success of capturing the little devil in a simple trap. As she thought about it, the heiress idly wondered if she also did it out of pleasure. “They did a good job then. I should give them a reward on their next payroll.~”

“Wait, aren’t you worried?”

Brunhilde huffed, pivoting as she was about to walk away. “Of course I’m worried. But that’s none of your business.”

"Wait. One last thing."

"What?"

Wynston stepped a bit closer to her, whispering. "If things go south?"

"It's your call." Brunhilde replied without missing the beat. Turning her head, the Engelnacht stared at him dead in the eye. "If you can hold out for 7 minutes that is."

Wynston felt a shiver run up his spine, understanding the implication of her words.She always think of the worst case scenario, he said to himself.

At that, Brunhilde continued on her way. For the 5th time since they left the dock, her eye strayed to the corner of her HUD where she could see her Aura level.

20%. She might need more than that.

Watching his cousin’s retreating back with unease, Wynston approached the four huddled on the other side, slowly as to avoid startling them.

“You might need these.” He said, presenting the medical kit to them.