Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5426254-20160918021603

''Welcome, one and all! This is the first ever event RP in a long time, and my first multi-person RP ever! I've been itching for an RP for a long time, and I plan on making it worth the wait! -GL''

Discussion Thread: --- 'Long before the fall of Beacon, before terrorism, a lack of communication, and mass confusion shook the planet forever, there was a time where Remnant's civilization was at its peak. People were able to travel and communicate freely between the four Kingdoms, smile and trust in one another. Where the Grimm were treated as mere pests for such forces of darkness.

Before the invasion.

Before the betrayal.

Before the massacres.

Before the discord between the four Kingdoms.

But back then, there was a time where all of it nearly happened...'

Beacon Academy, Kingdom of Vale

The Huntsman Academy was packed full of smiling students, tourists, and the press as today was the debut of a new form of transportation: The TransOceanic Locomotive.

Transportation between the Kingdoms was not easy. The ever-growing threat of a Grimm attack had stymied plenty of ground or sea based travel options between Kingdoms. But the Dormant Family came up with the train as a new way of safe, and fast cross-Kingdom travel.

It took the form of a train that boasted a speed of 600 mps, twice as fast as land-based trains, crossing the oceans on a set of tracks, powered by Dust for speed, and as a form of protection.

The train was the fruit of labour that took two years, and millions, if not billions of Lien from several wealthy sponsors. Its first route was going from Vale to Atlas, able to make the journey in a single day. And the big day was a ceremonial trip, its passengers either the sponsors, VIPs, and ten lucky raffle winners chosen to ride it.

Robin Daniels-Kreutznauer smiled and waved to the crowd. The Huntsman was a VIP, having earned his celebrity status as a TV star, from his time at Walking With Grimm. He had inspired many people wanting to be survivalists just like him, out of a simple desire to teach everyone the true dangers of the Grimm, just as he taught Grimm Studies at his school, Polaris College School, in the Kingdom of Mistral.

Of course, he was skeptical about the train's performance, as he did with most things in life. Still, he was willing to give it a try... - "We contracted you from all corners of Remnant to participate in this mission. We plan on sending a message to the Dormant family and all those who supported this preposterous idea."

"You know your orders. You will be working with a squad of our men, along with other contracted individuals on this train. The remainder of your payment will be in your account as soon as we see the results."

Shade Noire sighed as he read the encrypted message on his Scroll from ShadowNet. The former Huntsman knew the exact reason as to why they wanted to target the locomotive.

But like with most things in life, he just didn't give a damn. He cared for little and accepted the offer based on a whim. If he got paid, then great. If he failed or succeeded, also great. As if he didn't care about his own safety anyway...

Regardless, he had made preparations. The grunts had bribed and blackmailed a few of the construction workers to disclose to them the schematics of the train and its tracks. The same went for the guards; the numbers, the schedule, the response techniques. This applied to both stops. Whomever had hired him had clearly done their homework.

All that was needed for him to do was to eliminate the few remainders of the guards that would show resistance.

So, he snuck up behind them, snapping their necks and inconspicuously hiding their bodies in the grass, or in the washroom stalls, locking the doors and throwing away the keys.

Once he was done, he snuck up aboard the train, grabbed a passing waiter, and slit his throat - before dumping the body and assuming his uniform. He hid his weapons on the underside of a cart, fitted with a tracking chip so that he would know where to find them.

For him, his part was going smoothly. But he would have to expect the unexpected...

Nickel Eisenhardt frowned as he stepped up on the train in a waiter's uniform. The White Fang was interested in the event, for the train would stop at Atlas, the home of their sworn enemies. Should something happen to the train, the WF would show them that they were one step closer to achieving their goals.

Of course, he did not like the fact that he would have to work with humans or stand around them for long periods of time, given his past experiences with them.

But he did take solace in tracking down and assassinating one of the human waiters, allowing him to impersonate a replacement with the information given to him.

So, when the manager did a role call, he noticed something odd.

"Hey, I don't recall you being on the schedule! What's going on!?"

Nickel's heart rate sped up as he prepared his answer.

"The other guy's a friend of mine. He couldn't make it and the sonnuvabitch asked me to cover for him at the last minute," Nickel shot coolly, as he handed him his Scroll with the falsified credentials and emails.

"I see," the manager replied. "My apologies, then. Next time, when you want to announce something, please reach me immediately and be upfront about it."

Nickel nodded as he went back to work.

"Oh, and by the way, I will not tolerate the use of vulgar language. This is a professional work environment, and I cannot have any complaints that they were given terrible service by rude employees."

Nickel faked a smile where he should have frowned. His equipment was quietly tucked away, near the luggage car. One opportunity would see him disposing of the manager and initiating the plan.

Yes, it was only a matter of time before the human bastards knew true fear... 