Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20160207063839/@comment-25582638-20160321233750

One moment she was resting, then suddenly out of nowhere the leader of team PRFC beat the hell out of her. Platinum was downright a monster at that time. Not on the same level as Cyzarine though.

And then she's being blamed for everything that happened before Fen stepped up to stop Platinum from beating her more. She downright knows that f*cking thing from the start the moment when Cyzarine went on a killing spree. Can people just not repeat the obvious to her and let her repent for once?! Raizel's feeling more resentful yet guilty of what had just transpired.

Screw with that “their names were tarnished because of her” thing. She, a disowned heiress, is already tarnished herself. That reason alone is enough to know how and why her teammates got into trouble and for them to be pardoned.

''They have that Heidrich girl. That's why it happened''. It just worsened when many people died because of her.

Platinum being held responsible? The leader should read her records and read articles online from Vacuo about her family. Hell, she got famous in her former town for almost burning down her former parents' mansion.

Even her former family is small, their racism is what made them big. Her troublesome behavior just made it worst. She has much more to lose than her teammates in this situation. Shouldn't they feel lucky for it? Yes, they f*cking should be.

That would be why she's working in a rather shady establishment for a living. Raizel blends well with a group of shady people. There, she wouldn't have to experience always blamed for something sh*tty involving her. It's a paradise away from those who claimed to be godd*mn good people because things will just get more messy with them. They just don't understand a damn thing.

She was trying to befriend someone in the way she knows without thinking until she found out that someone is a sleeping psychopath. So yeah, the rebel's an authentic ticking time bomb by naturally attracting and causing trouble.

Sh*tty everywhere, nothing new, Raizel settled down on a bench and touched the tender part of her jaw. The back of her head was throbbing as hell.

''Maybe she's right. This team thing is impossible for me. Should've known better when I wanted to become a Huntress just to be better than those b*llshits (parents)''

A Heidrich will always be Heidrich. She's just the same as her former parents, she thought. So why try hard to be better? She has little patience for Faunus like them and has no one to rely on after her former parents kicked out her instructor.

Perhaps everything would've been better if she threw away her wish to become a Huntress and followed her parents' footsteps. Faunus may suffer but at least she won't be the reason for their and everyone's death. Wouldn't that a lesser evil choice than her current one?

The rebel shooked her head slightly to shake off her disgustingly pathetic thoughts. If she's wants to repent for what she had done-

“Pack my bags, apologize, then go to hell.”

The apology part though is easier said than done. She didn't get a chance to do that when her pride is high. Not that many believed in her effort to lower it anyway. -- Cyzarine traced her index finger's nail across the surface of the stainless steel table. Unlike earlier, the young girl's figure is now clean. No remnants of blood from the dead people left to remind her of her killing spree. She can't see any red color so she barely cared about it. Well, Ardon did and assisted her. He was a bit upset at her for drinking alcohol though.

The interrogation with a detective was unexpected. Well, literally of course but the fact that the Engelnacht has planted another mole in the VPD isn't something she knows. Why? Because the detective told her that he'll handle her release. The previous ones were wiped out when the war against Zirnitra was on-going and conditioning people takes time. Maybe they've unrecorded reserves in order to maintain their usual operations. But after observing the detective, Cyzarine had come to a conclusion that this is the doing of the Yotsuba (branch family of the Scharfsinnhardt and Engelnacht's main family). Most of the family members there work under intelligence agency and police department in Atlas after all.

Let her go? Yes. Just like that? No. Her mother isn't a charitable person. Unconditional actions are frowned upon. Everything has an equivalent exchange. Unconditional love doesn't exist with the exception of certain people she strongly depends on.

At least she didn't break one of her vows not to rely on her family for backup after the new contract includes that in exchange for freedom of movement. Being an ANGEL requires working alone most of the time. Unless she's dying then she'll be allowed to ask for help.

The thing is, she'll have to clean up four certain places by herself starting tomorrow until Tuesday. Human trafficking and prostitution leveled up over there which poses a danger to their orphans. Another batch of sleepless days that requires stimulant drugs. Coffee isn't enough for her anymore.

The detective came back, telling her that she'll be free to go for now and come back to talk about her violent self-defense towards criminals and her god forsaken mental traumas namely PTSD and Cheimatophobia. Guess that her mental breakdowns weren't recorded. That only means less hassle reasoning on why she acts that way. They'll also think that the events at the Zirnitra is enough for a normal 16-year old to undergo psychological changes.

After stepping out of the building, Cyzarine saw Raizel sitting alone on a bench. Her eyes narrowed slightly at the painful expression the rebel is showing.

“Ms. Roads gave her a lecture.” Ardon said as he stood beside her.

“Was it really bad?”

The butler sighed. “From what I can discern from what had happened, all four of you haven't known each other well and your personalities clash. Two-way communication is nonexistent between you. Blaming each other for what happened only build more walls. These causes will eventually lead you to abandon one another and learn nothing from your mistakes.”

This generation is very vulnerable to stress and handles it terribly, he thought.

“But I don't blame any of them. I'm not against talking to them.” she replied, which Ardon expected. Cyzarine haven't fully understood the situation. Did she know that she's at fault? Yes. Did she feel guilty? No. All because she isn't emotionally attached to them and thus she merely analyzed it from a logical standpoint.

He looked at his master and asked in a gentle manner. “Have you made an effort to talk to them when you first met?”

“Not yet. I was tired from work and lack of sleep. Talking to them with temporary impaired senses will lead to misunderstanding.”

Yet she makes a lot of effort to prevent such things from affecting her daily interactions with her family, especially her dearest siblings.

Ardon, however, didn't let those thoughts escape his mouth. Instead, he gave her a medical kit with a fatherly smile. Cyzarine too it with a confused expression.

“What is it for?”

“Ms. Raizel, your teammate, is injured. What will you do?”

The young girl blinked. “Give her medical attention, of course.”

“Then do what you say, Lady Cyzarine. Don't Lady Aricia always say that to all of us?”

“Um, yes. Silia always say that too to the children.”

Superficially understanding the butler's intention, she turned around and looked at the rebel who seems to be in deep thought.

Suddenly, sense of doubt to go to Raizel took over.

Go to Raizel, treat her, then done, right? Yet it seemed to be a very difficult task without logical explanations. Why?

Cyzarine glanced at Ardon who still kept on smiling. He nodded at her as a nonverbal form of encouragement.

Go on

Even she felt unsure, the young girl trusts the butler that she's doing the right thing. With that trust, she began to walk towards her teammate.