Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25582638-20190805230107

While heading to the bridge, Brunhilde had loosened the cloth around a gun grip underneath her coat. In the place of Grimm, the human threat had climbed back up the top of her danger list; virtually everyone in this boat with no alliance to her (or her family). Hence, her main weapon. To say that Wynston’s presence has tilted the situation to her favor by a margin didn’t appease her at all. Their numbers weren’t enough unless she can count on Zanipher’s henchmen.

She paused in her tracks, watching the stalemate between the lizard and the law enforcement faction from the stairs. Their voices pierced through the howling winds, and for a brief moment, the urge to join the growing hostility invaded her thoughts as it seemed too good to let it pass. Hands grasping weapons, anger and frustration burning in their wary, weary eyes to which Brunhilde felt very much at home.

Even so, she caught herself, shook her head, and continued on her way to her destination.

The Engelnacht heiress, at the very least, understood why it had to be done. Show an ounce of compassion, you're opening yourself up to backstabbing, even more so when your enemies' job is essentially to eliminate you. Fortunately, someone had taken up the tyrannical role to shoulder the burden. Unfortunately, that meant more pressure on her cousin to play diplomacy long enough before their boat comes. Though admitting that she had taken advantage of the king cobra faunus’ diplomatic tendencies wasn't far from the truth. More distance from the other young woman meant a lesser chance of facing each other again. But that didn’t stop her from stealing another glance at the trio’s direction as she stepped into the lion’s den.

"Oh this is an interesting sight. I was assuming you'd fancy getting at the Syndicates' throats again but... that didn't seem to be the case. Only the Gods know why,~" Maris and Sorrel stood behind Diaboli like obedient bodyguards, something Brunhilde couldn’t help but comment on with fake disappointment. She made herself at home, nodding at the two Syndicates, striding forward with poise as she pulls down her coat's hood. The metal feathers at the back trembled, the swan mask's gleaming blue eyes gazed at the a half-full whiskey sitting on the table.

When she looked straight at the captain of the boat, her mouth quirked up suddenly. Facing Diaboli directly, Brunhilde leaned back against a table, ignoring the throbbing pain in her left shoulder as her arms crossed loosely over her chest. “Thought it might be worth meeting you about your plan before our police friends decide to torch this boat while the Grimm join us on board. I don't believe they're fond of your lizard, let alone all of us.~”

Grabbing the bottle, Brunhilde popped it open and sniffed the alluring scent of alcohol.

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Picking up Lustra's threats, Wynston replied quickly to Hazel with a tip of his fedora, "I'm deeply grateful we're on the same page, my lady. Now, let's try to keep the order before we do anything rash, shall we?" As futile as it seems

With that, the king cobra faunus straightened his blood-stained red collared shirt and marched over to the trio and the lizard. In spite of coming from a war-like family and killing people for years, his inclination to pacifism seemed to be out of place for a contract killer.

Approaching the group cautiously, Wynston scans the law enforcement side and stopped at a few meters from Lustra. Before he makes his move, he decided to wait for the lizard's response, momentarily acting as a concerned bystander.