Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150928195402/@comment-13488655-20160116210014

(Estella made the right choice. :) Kurai and the others are still in the battle. I'm just waiting for the others to arrive. )

"Wouldn't have guessed. We got other things on out minds." The dust runner replied to the maid, appreciating the fact that the maid was trying to help him and the others feel more at ease as they were getting treated, but still feeling the fear they had of being hunted down by the same people who just a few minutes ago would fight alongside them like a brotherhood.

Three of the oldest rebel members, probably still in their twenties, gathered together while staying on guard to whisper to each other about their next move.

"What now? We just hide here? Pretend to work with a mob?" A lean white haired snake faunus whispered to the other two, asking the last two questions sarcastically. The situation appeared bleak, even to an optimist.

"I doubt they'll force, or even let us into their group. We were enemies moments ago remember? They don't trust us that well." A black haired owl faunus replied calmly, struggling to see a logical way out for the rebels. They did what was right, but now it looked like they weren't going to live long because of it.

"What if they just torture or blackmail us for information?" The snake asked the other two, questioning why a mob family was so willing to help them and put this much effort into saving the rebels. He doubted they could even keep them safe for long.

"I think if they wanted to they would have done so already" The owl faunus replied, turning his head more towards his reptilian friend, trying to avoid letting his nerves cloud his sense of reason.

"Question still remains. What do we do now? The others will be watching our homes and I doubt we can hide in groups for long... Let's also not forget that the Codex has a lot of ways to find us." The third man replied grimmly as he kept a close watch on his men as they were being treated. He then saw one of his men start to fall victim to his wounds and rushed over, taking out some raw electrical dust from his pocket before rhythmicly tapping the fallen dust runner on the chest to help recharge his heart with a bit of extra juice. After a few seconds, the man started to breath again.

"I need you to help this one next! He needs these wounds patched up now!"

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"Nngggh!..... Sometimes all it takes to shift a battle in yer favour is just one shot laddie. If I can only make one shot before I blow over, y' can be damn sure I'll make it count." The one armed man replied back to Sienna as he barely endured the pain of his arm being burned, using a nearby chair to help keep himself standing.

The boy who Sienna questioned by the door quickly helped to hold the one armed man to help keep him upright, putting his good arm around his shoulders while the major wounds started to heal.