Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20150907231134/@comment-5999656-20151030050155

(Y'know when I wrote my characters' personality sections I planned for them to act that way in regular situations, so I can't tell whether I'm getting OOC with them right here or not. Oh well. Also I guess that section's just a brief summary of what they're like usually, not their entire conscious reaction to everything, so it's OK. Character development FTW)

(@Sebs you're doing real good, but I think this super thrilling RP is gonna wrap up soon, and the story will end... for the moment ;) )

Platinum was prepared to fire again once she saw that her first bullet had landed on her target, but a second later the armored mech and pulled back and was now invisible. Platinum let out a faint hiss from between her teeth as she relaxed, then rose from her covered position and took inventory of the nearby situation. It looked like Flagg was taking excellent care of the Grimm, and BOB was arranged around confused, but no longer were any of their soldiers targeting innocents. She saw Oliver standing a bit back on her right, and jogged over with her weapon out just in ase any antagonistic stragglers remained. As she came up to him she noticed that his usually serious and composed face was showing some strain, and she wondered if that same sentiment was unconsciously reflected on hers as well. It certainly felt that way.

"Hey Oliver, I think the situation's mostly contained, so our role should be pretty much done here. You said something earlier about heading back to the police precinct? I think we should gather the Beacon students over here, then."

_____________

Fen and Automne stood motionless while HAZMAT did their decontamination thing, and went over to where Platinum was standing immediately after. Atuomne was on edge after what had almost happened to Fen, and they had been tremendously lucky that everyone had reacted so quickly. The Fox Faunus could only imagine what terrible things could befall her friend of such a powerful group got ahold of her, and she wanted to make sure charismatic, easygoing Fen didn't have to endure anything even vaguely similar to what she had endured as a child. But her overprotective thoughts must have showed in her actions, or the girl was just really perceptive.

"Automne, there's no more bad guys around, so it's fine, alright? You don't have to be my big sister." Fen had stowed her weapon back under her jacket, and turned to Platinum. "Should we get that guy," she gestured at the helmetless Casper lying facedown on the ground, "to come along too? He might be able to provide some of the answers we're desperately missing."

Platinum shrugged. "If you wanna let a guy who's connected to your almost-kidnappers tag along."

"Then yes. As long as it involves talking, I'm good, so everyone else can make sure he doesn't pull any kung fu tricks or anything during the discussion." She paced over to the young man. "Care to explain what just happened with your army just now? You must know that everyone is demanding an answer, but we should do it somewhere safe." She signaled back at the crew. "Can you come with us for a bit?"

"What about those two agents? We've lost track of them, but it'd be nice of Flagg could send a representative so we can figure out what the hell just happened." Automne fished out her scroll, which read 10:45 p.m. A sudden thought hit her''. ''"I can't remember if Beacon has a curfew policy or not." This is so, so not my problem, she thought. Let the corrupt corporations work out their own mismanagement issues.