Board Thread:Role Play Discussion/@comment-5999656-20170619043145

Mid-afternoon in Mistral. The atmosphere here was considerably different from the high-tech urban sprawl Zanipher was so accustomed to back home. The black clad rogue Huntress sat at a makeshift array of monitors in a well-lit hotel room. The sliding glass door to her left offered a picturesque view of the split mountaintop that defined this region, and yet her attention was fixated not on the image outside, but the live feed coming from each of the split screens projected over her desk.

She'd come here prepared with the full outfit - everything needed to scope out a target's location and pick up any and all information they left. It almost felt like any other contract, only this time, it was too personal for comfort. The girl she watched on the screen now was no generic mark, but the best friend of her biological younger sister.

Zanipher frowned as she leaned her chin on her fist. It had only been a few days since her brief adventure with Decade had proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was possible to put aside past disfavors, even when those disfavors consisted of nuking his mountain stronghold after he'd blackmailed her several times. To be fair, they'd both matured quite a bit since Beacon fell. But Zan couldn't help but be troubled by the fact that she was now getting along better with a former enemy than with her own fellow Dragon Heads. Then again, it was easier to be cordial when one had no legitimate responsibility towards the person they were speaking with.

She shook her head quickly and pulled out her Scroll. It was magnanimous, perhaps, of her to accept her sister's request that she deal with this personal problem on her behalf. There was still the matter of the death threat from the fox to contend with, and if Automne decided to make a move now, Zanipher wouldn't be around to keep Fen safe.

''Relax, she should be old enough to start handling things on her own now. Besides, she'll have Tez and Tana and the rest of the Hei'An family to back her up. It should be fine.''

So really, the only matter of importance was the silencing of the stubborn teenage officer-wannabe. Given how steadfast Platinum had been until now, Zanipher seriously doubted anything besides actions would speak to the girl. It was something she was dreading nonetheless, after all, Fen would hold her responsible for Platinum's state afterwards.

Zan gave a deep sigh and leaned back. Watching a video camera for hours on end was tedious work. She figured that was why these troublesome thoughts kept popping into her head, nagging at her relentlessly even as she tried to shove them aside.

A curbstomp it'll be, I guess. 