Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20150722084207/@comment-5426254-20150810041852

''Haha, everything is going nicely. Let me advance the plot for you guys. -picks up plot box and empties contents everywhere- -GL''

"Yes sir. You're the expert here, and I'll trust your judgment."

Kreutznauer knew that even with Thompson's reply, she would definitely be reckless enough to pull off another stunt that would endanger everyone here. Still, he had to concentrate on the task. Everyone now depended on his leadership.

"What we need to do now is find a new camping spot to set up," Kreutznauer told the team, as he walked, forward, using a knife and some ice ust to mark notches on the trees. He made that idea after hearing Thompson mention a trailer full of Dust and munitions at their previous camping ground.

"We need a place that's wide and dry to- What the fuck." The group came across a group of AL'Mi'Raj, the rabbit Grimm, eating the meat off of an animal carcass.

Vert readied his gun to aim at the rabbits. "Sir, should we engage... whatever these things are?"

"These buggers here, are Al'Mi'Raj," Kreutznauer narrated, explaining the situation to the group. "These worthless buggers do nothing but eat and sleep. They rarely fight back. Don't waste ammunition trying to kill these things. And never try to catch one, unless you want nasty bruises on your face."

The Al'Mi'Raj looked up, saw a weapon pointed to them, and immediately ran off.

A few moments later, they finally found a camping spot. There were a few trees covering shade, but for the most part, it was wide, dry, and open. The sky was growing dark, and the group could also see in the distance, a nearby cave.

"We'll set up here for tonight," Kreutznauer announced to the group.

Soon, their equipment was set, and a fire was started. Kreutznauer himself ate some beef jerky as he was coming up with an idea for the cave. He didn't care if Thompson and her crew were filming short segments. Also, he felt that it was time to let the others know who he truly was.

"Also, I see you've been calling me Mister. For the record, just so we're on the same page, it's actually Professor Kreutznauer of Mistral's Polaris College School."

The group was silent as they stared in awe of Kreutznauer's true identity.

"Wait," Vert replied, "You're a .... professor? What do you actually teach?"

"Grimm Studies," came the reply. "Also a Beacon alumni."

"Holy shit." Vert was shocked that such a talented man stood among them. And he guessed the others felt the same way.

As the group were eating their supper, Kreutznauer made a log.

"Kreutznauer's Log, Day One. We had a trailer full of supplies, but the Grimm and the news crew decided to fuck everything up. But we fought bloody hard, all right. That lad Jacobs, in particular, worked with me to take down a Firebat."

He sighed as he looked at the team. "What I'm concerned about is the safety of the people around me. They think taking out the Grimm is ridiculously easy, but I know better. I fought the Grimm before. I teach a course about them. And sometimes I worry about all hell breaking loose when I'm surrounded by idiots like these," glancing to the news crew.

"Anyways, on Walking With Grimm, I now have a new plan. And it has something to do with that cave over there, gesturing at the cave."

"Alright, here's the plan. See that cave over there? We're going to take it out, so that the Grimm inside it won't bother us. Jacobs, Roads, and Browning, you're with me. The rest of you will stay behind in the campsite. Feel free to walk back and resupply from the trailers once," Kreutznauer said, as he addressed the whole group.

"Why us, sir?" Vert asked.

"Because the three of you were some of the most effective Hunters that I've seen in that last fight. And I need you for this very reason. Let's go."

As the four of them headed to the cave, they saw hundreds of Phyllostimidae hanging upside down, an entire mass of glowing red on the ceiling. Of course, they were suppressing their shock and fear.

"This is one of the very reasons why I've called you here. Now, we need some sort of materials to bring this cave down... aha. Browning, do you have any remote charges in that pack of yours?"

As Oliver was looking in his pack, looking for the explosive charges, Kreutznauer was frustrated.

Fuck me, the professor thought. I need something else to trigger a controlled explosion to bring this whole place crashing down.

Suddenly, he had an idea. He started unloading rounds from Friday.

"What are you doing, sir?"

"Everyone, bring every bullet from your guns. Except yours, Jacobs."

"Wha-"

"We will detonate the ammo, and these Dust crystals, tied to the stalactites at the top, through gunshots. What are you waiting for? Sunrise? We don't have all night!" Kreutznauer replied as the team started to gather magazines and rounds. Kreutznauer brought ropes, cables, and hooks, securing them from the floor to several stalactites.

Soon, the team climbed up and fastened the munitions on the stalactites, their flashlights being the only source of light. Whatever munition they couldn't fasten, they shot a round of ice Dust to make sure they stuck on the stalactites.

"Here on Walking With Grimm, we're securing these munitions to these stalactites, for a controlled explosion to take out these bats over there," Vert replied, pointing the camera at the sleeping firebats. Thankfully, despite their open eyes, they didn't stir.

''This plan is crazy genius. But there's always one thing I wanted to ask him.''

"Sir, why did you join this show in the first place, seeing as you typically hate these reality shows?"

"Well," Kreutznauer replied, "I've several good reasons for doing this. First, obviously, is the salary. Second, I want to seriously bring the viewers a proper glimpse of what is means to fight the Grimm. Third, this is one of the few opportunities to lend my experience, and my skills, to protect anyone from the Grimm. I've seen it all: too many people are that naive enough to think they can singlehandedly stop the Grimm; too many of them dying thanks to a lack of experience, skills, or common sense. Some of them, were even my students! That's why I agonize about this; I don't want history to repeat itself!"

Vert and the others could feel the anger, the sadness, the despair, the terror and the fear in Kreutznauer's voice and words. Unfortunately, as they were heading down, the Phyllostimidae began to stir.

"Shit! Let's head to the exit!" Vert yelled as the birds began to swarm in the cave.

"Jacobs! You head there first! We need you for this!" Kreutznauer responded.

After a few stumbles on the ground, Vert was the first to make it outside. He readied Law, and prepared to fire.

"Do it now!" Kreutznauer cried as he was running from the cave.

"But-"

"JUST DO IT!"

Purple streams whizzed towards the cave as the rounds struck their targets; causing an explosion, and tremors shaking the cave as the stalactites fell, crushing quite a few of the Firebats.

As the group ran, they felt the ground tremble as the cave shook. But they were able to make it out in time. All but one of the Phyllostimidae that weren't crushed by falling rubble was trapped inside as the rocks at the cave entrance fell, sealing them inside.

"We did it! If these bastards didn't die, then they'll rot!" Kreutznauer exclaimed.

"Um... sir? One got away. It's in the skies!"

"WHAT!? AGAIN!? There's no time to lose! We should head back to the camp!"

"Sir, calm down for a second! Yes, it may head back to the camp, but I'm the only one with ammo left!"

"Shite! We still have to do the best we can! Come on!"

And then, the four of them ran back to the camp, racing against time as the Firebat flew in the sky, its wings glowing red in the darkness.