Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20160207063839/@comment-5999656-20160216183725

(Yay! LOL. BTW just for simplicity's sake I'm going to refer to my OCs as "The crew")

The crew moved towards the airships at a relatively fast pace, weapons sheathed and alert considering it was past 8:00. Fen still had her Scroll in front of her, so every questionable sound that uttered from it was broadcast to her bemused companions. Since she was the one holding the device, it fell to he to step up and answer any questions coming from it.

"What's your address, Cyzarine?"

Saria, who strode beside her, turned on the sound of Raizel's voice as he scowled.

"Your teammate is a racist," he merely noted quietly. Automne turned around from before him and gave a contemptful smile.

"I'm gonna like this."

Platinum was closely listening to all the sounds coming from the Scroll, trying to figure out what was happening. it seemed she had a good reason for interfering in their business.

"Cyzarine, red's the color that's gonna be oozing out of you when your parents find out about this! Should a prodigy of the esteemed Bluthardts really be underage drinking at a pub frequented by gangsters?" Fen said into the mic. Just because they were attending university didn't mean they were totally independent to make these kinds of choices just yet. Hopefully that would snap the kid back to her senses.

Platinum gestured for Fen to hand her the Scroll, which she did, but not before covering up the mic to say," I'm surprised Cyzarine hasn't pulled out her chainsaws on Raizel yet."

Platinum took the handheld device and kept the receiver covered. "Maybe she's got a special place in her heart for real criminals." She held Fen's Scroll horizontally in front of her mouth.

"Raizel, that's illegal. Chances are you're being exploited for cheap labor, and it endangers your wellbeing by putting you in close proximity with the worst of Vale's society." She paused. "If you really need the money, we can help you find a better job, but we need to know what you're doing there."

The six of them boarded an airships headed for downtown Vale, from whcih they could easily call a taxi to take them where they needed.

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The gang of delinquents actually weren't much older than the Beacon students, and were dressed in stereotypical street clothing with sagging jeans and revealing shirts. They moved through the busy room and straight to the bar as they each took a stool and decided on alcohol from the blackboard hanging over the long rows of wine bottles.

"Hey barkeep, we want a drink!" one of them shouted, while the others haughtily leaned on the bar. They'd made a killing today after a particularly big heist, and were thrilling to spend it on a wild night of partying.

"Hey! Bitch, I said we want a drink! We're customers!" he yelled at Raizel from her place near Cyzarine. His eyes alighted on the green-haired girl for a moment, and he nudged his friend next to him.

"Hey bro, ain't that one 'a the Bluts?" he said, horribly mispronouncing her surname. The message got through anyway.

"Yer right," his companions said, eyes widening. 'The hell's one of them doing here?" If they could capture the little girl, chances were she'd pull in a huge ransom. But the young woman next to him gave him a shove.

"Bad idea, idiot. D'you wanna bring down the whole fam'ly on our asses?"

"Yeh, I guess," he said, although the idea didn't leave his mind. He spotted the glass in Cyz's hand.

"But if she drunk, then maybe we can-" his girlfriend cuffed him over the head.

"Screw it, I said." But before she coould continue Raizel had already moved over to the gang.