Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20161211031628/@comment-5999656-20170414032604

Automne clenched her fists, and her form rippled before changing into a waterlike depiction of the crate at her back. She vaulted past the gunfight and took off in search of the leader, missing Fen's presence by just a few seconds.

The boss paced from his hiding spot in the back. He had his Scroll pressed to the side of his clothed head. He gritted his teeth, spun around, but after what felt like countless ringtones the only response was an automated response.

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"Arghhh!" he yelled in frustration, gripping the device tighly in his large hand, though he successfully resisted the urge to smash it on the ground.

"The hell? Is this some kinda trap?"

Automne drew up to the boss's location, within a body's length of where he was standing. Though she did her best to remain unheard, he stiffened through some battle-hardened sixth sense, and cast around suspiciously.

All or nothing.

Automne raised her pistol, and fired point blank into the back of the man's skull. The darkness was punctuated by the flash of Aura, and he stumbled and spun around with a growl. His trained eyes fixed on Automne's silhouette, and he lunged on top of the girl.

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Platinum fired furiously at all the attackers she saw, completely abandoning all subtlety now that they'd been revealed. Though it was difficult with the shots ricocheting all around them, she was able to take cover. Tigris had selected a good position, she appraised, and a quick glance at the fellow sniper affirmed the girl's skill.

Fen used her halberd's Dust droves to sling herself around, propelling herself from enemy to enemy. It was a costly method, but monetary sacrifice was of little concern to the heiress. Instead, she focused on blunt swings augmented with elemental strikes to crucial body parts as she kept herself in midair.

She suddenly remembered that she was still wearing the white mask, and internally cursed herself for the oversight. In one deft motion, she tugged it off and flung it into the face of an opponent, and knocked his legs clean out from under him.

She glanced over at Zhu-Li fighting alongside her. A girl in a blue mouse jacket. She looked familiar... was it a memory from her Beacon days, or a glimpse of a face among the Dragons'  repertoire of allies?

Ah, she couldn't tell.

Slowly but surely, their joint efforts were thinning the opposition's ranks. So she'd done away with the physical mask. What was going to be more important was the emotional mask she'd have to play to explain to Platinum why she'd been out of touch for so long. It seemed that would be the greatest obstacle of this mission.