Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140503224606/@comment-24147026-20140603160918

Glaucia couldn't be happier that somebody with a bit more command picked up on her intentions. She knew people would listen to Elena, the professor had already been shouting orders as it were, and the small Faunus herself had been directed by her not to long ago.

Looking around the room, Glaucia hoped someone had been thinking of a plan of some-sort and not just focusing on themselves. The assembled group could take back control if they co-ordinate some, or at least she hoped.

That's all I can do....Wait and hope someone stronger takes charge..

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============================ Neil Huong had been sleeping when they woke him up.

Some of his superiors had decided he would accompany a pick-up and reinforcement deployment as acting field leader, in case the one on hand had lost control from the time he last communicated with them.

They showed him who was leading the mission, Feral Eon Auuburn Raserei. Neil had never met the guy personally, but he seemed like another murderous psychopath that Dystopia was full of, maybe this little excursion would change his mind on him?

With a yawn he had agreed as was whisked off via air-ship to a train traveling across the ocean. He heard about it in passing on the news, never really paid that much attention though.

What he was really interested in, was if Feral was still active or would he had to evacuate any living Dystopia members before the whole thing could go bust.

Surprisingly, the air-ship had been greeted by Feral himself. As the air-ship picked up the cargo, Neil jumped down with the reinforcements, falling in line with them as the field leader turned back around to go back inside the train.

Neil looked out of place among the grunts, he wore his usual outfit, purple-grey jacket, black pants, and armored boots. Devium Alastor hung proudly on his waist. One could mistake him for a civilian or Hunter, but that would be the last mistake they would make.

Turning his attention back to the Feral, the Faunus had lead them to what could be assumed to be the VIP section, or what was left of it. The destruction really impressed Neil, looked like many battles had taken place in the car, and his group was winning them.

The faunus spoke to another young man as Neil and the grunts waited and watched. The conversation seemed tense and heavy, but short, and when they finished the thief took the time to talk with the field leader.

"So Feral, " He began, talking like he would to an old friend, "I'm caught sleeping in, and you're here having all the fun without me. I'm a bit wounded by that."

Neil flashed Feral a grin, he always liked to joke around while on a mission, made things easier to get through. He had to get a bit serious though.

"Now tell me, what do you want me to do and is there anything I can steal from this piece of shit train?"