Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151107020221/@comment-5426254-20151109013441

Vert Jacobs was on an evening stroll near the city center when he heard the massive racket of gunfire and screams from the panicked crowd of civilians.

And a stampede appeared to be headed his way.

The Huntsman-In-Training instinctively leapt for cover, hiding on a patio, while observing the ruckus. He had seen the van with armed hostiles firing upwards at the sky, not understanding who it was.

Then he saw it: a young girl in a blue hoodie harpooning the van, screaming at the assailants to let "them" go. He couldn't see what was inside the truck however, only its rear from his angle.

''Just what is she talking about? Who is "they"?''

But the explosion of a rocket-propelled grenade knocked the young girl off the van and onto the street as the van sped off.

''Shit! An RPG!?''

As he attempted to move in closer, he saw from the corner of his eye another young man with a bright orange jacket with a distinctive red scarf.

This fellow checked the body of the young girl in the hoodie, before heading off. Vert viewed the man with suspicion and immediately called in his weapons from his locker.

He wasn't sure what his allegiance was, whether or not he was an ally to the hooded girl or an associate of the armed men in the van. After arming himself, he set off after the man, loosely and stealthily following his movements.

''I don't know whether or not I can trust him. Wait, where is he going?''

As the pursuit continued, he saw that his target was headed to a very familiar place in a very unorthodox move.

''Is that ... Beacon? Why would he head to Beacon, of all places?''

Further into the Academy, Vert made sure that the man wouldn't hear him, let alone notice the man. He pondered telling the professors who he was and what he was doing here, but he needed proper verification first.

''I'll tell the authorities, all right. But first, I need proof. I just hope this fucker doesn't commit a criminal offense on the way there.''