Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20150907231134/@comment-25582638-20151009110522

Agent Patrician narrowed her eyes at the “children", unaware that the two individuals who joined the fray were actually members of Vale's Pilgrims. The relationship of their factions is in a professional level to the point that they keep their identities secret from one another for mutual security. Except the Engelnacht Family who chose to reveal their true identities for the sake of trust and exchanging intel they said.

/“Only the Special Officer who first came in contact with these animals can answer your question."/

She retracted her whips as she repeated the standard scripted words given by BOB.

/“But Agent Kaiserin doesn't have the necessary requirements to communicate nor to give orders at the moment. Or rather, that officer is intended not to speak this time."/

Aricia looked at the gang leader who requested their forces to withdraw. She scoffed at him.

/“Those who labelled themselves as new animals doesn't have the same rights of faunus and humans. Why don't you watch your lambs suffer the consequences of your ignorance? Don't worry, the Nine Dragons of Vale will surely miss their puppets."/ She spoke without a care in the world.

Suddenly, her shoulders jerked before it shook with suppressed anger. Slowly, her hands clenched into fists as they produced long blades made of purple electricity emitting from her body.

The truth is she wasn't angry at the people in front of her. It's just that she has already reached the peak of her patience while keeping up an appearance of a fearless soldier.

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<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">The jester faced what he considers one of the greatest challenges in his youth. For others, they don't give a damn. For him, he does give a damn.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">/“Sir Joker?"/ his subordinate asked.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">/“Yep?"/

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">/“Uhh, why aren't we helping them?"/

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">The Private-Agent pointed at the 1-on-2 fight between the Beacon students and one faunus Huntress. Casper turned his head sharply at the other soldier. If he wasn't wearing his helmet, the soldier would see how dead serious his face is.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">/“My friend, are you a true man?"/ He answered with a question.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">“Y-Yes sir."

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">Casper put his arms around his subordinate and pointed at the all female fight.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">/“A true man wouldn't dare to interrupt an intense cat fight!"/

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">“Cat fight?!"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">Casper nodded enthusiastically.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">/“This is once in a lifetime opportunity to watch beautiful girls fight with those oh so perfect measurements! Just look at those sizes..."/

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">He continued to rant with passion to his subordinate, forgetting that he has yet to close the communications between him and all active soldiers on field.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">/“STOP BROADCASTING YOUR STUPID LECHEROUS HOBBIES ON THE RADIO YOU SIMPLETON!!"/ His fraternal twin shouted, disregarding the presence of the people in front of her. Some of the soldiers murmured “There they go again."

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">/"I was?~"/

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">Aricia just gritted her teeth on the radio.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">When one of the girls landed near him and asked for his identity, he gave a playful salute.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">/"Special Officer Joker of Black Order Battalion at your service, Ms. Reynard.~"/

<p class="MsoPlainText">(I realized how challenging it is to control Casper.....)

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<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">A large transparent plastic bottle joined nine similar bottles on the floor but five of them are white in color. Cyzarine closed the hole on the water drum and removed the goggles and the blood-stained face mask that somehow protected her from the chemicals. Somehow.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">With their current number, the amount would be enough to affect them all 

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled. Prolonged exposure to poison from mixed chemicals has already entered her system. Not wanting to gamble her life because of misplaced stubbornness, Cyzarine used a bit of her Aura but directed the healing power only to her lungs.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Her Scroll suddenly vibrated, making her eyebrows furrow slightly. Cyzarine had made sure that the rest of team CRWN already know how to answer the assignments given today so she wouldn't be disturbed. She is also certain that her siblings knew about the mission and thus any contact between them this time should be, as much as possible, non-existent.

<p class="MsoPlainText">''<span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">A system error? ''

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">She guessed as she reached for the scroll in her jacket and read the sender's name.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">It's either she's very skillful or the AI has no limit in what it can do 

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Her Scroll's system's protection provided by Brunhilde was breached. Though she has no classified data stored, it is quite alarming to know that someone or something can go as far as to hack your overprotected gadget in the middle of chaos. As she read the message, she felt surprised that the Battalion is here.

<p class="MsoPlainText">''<span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">So this is an official mission, not a side mission....... ''

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">If she knew, Cyzarine wouldn't have to go as far as to interrogate the enemies. The Battalion will gladly provide necessary intel for all official missions. When it comes to side missions, the Intel Department is solely in charge because of lack of intel which is deemed dangerous. Even she's under other departments, she can't escape from receiving side missions when her mentor is a member of that department. Her second cousin would always justify that this is part of her training. A training where killing unwanted people is usually involved.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">She looked at the opposite side of the mall, seeing that the criminals were protected by a barrier as barrage of bullets rained upon them from a higher ground. She then looked at the other two water drums.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">If that kind of firepower was sent by the Battalion 

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">She pressed the phone button to contact Anise, the speaker on the Scroll, and put it on top of the water drum before grabbing the other two.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Then this mission's objective is total obliteration of criminal organization 

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Cyzarine was the first person tasked to deal with the enemies. The soldiers sent out were only her back up which means that, according to BOB's rules, she has the responsibility to finish it unless she pass that responsibility to another capable soldier. Unfortunately, she cannot pass that responsibility as Cyzarine Bluthardt. Only her other identity, Special Officer Kaiserin, has the privilege to make it happen. No way she's going to revealing her secret.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">When the Scroll beeped, Cyzarine gave new instructions to the person whom she blindly trusted. She cannot deny the fact that this is the person she could mostly count on for some reason. Maybe it's because that woman is the only person she has more contact with or it's because unlike her first “terrible" conversation with Fen, the woman made a good impression in helping her fend off cyber attacks which now led her to think that the woman is reliable. She decided to re-evaluate her own justifications later.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Discontinue the plan. Proceed to the 3rd floor on the opposite side of the enemy's location. The Dusts will be useful for the new plan. For as long as we're against the criminals, I think BOB wouldn't bat an eye on how we take them down."

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">While speaking, Cyzarine opened the lid of each water drum then dropped number of bottles inside instead of pouring the contents. Because the process is now quicker, she was able to almost fill up the water drums in less than a minute. Putting some Fire Dusts inside would be enough to make her revised plan work.

<p class="MsoPlainText">She pushed down the water drum she first used and kicked it towards the broken glass railing for positioning. Cyzarine estimated that the gap between her and the other side is roughly 27 meters. Her Semblance's maximum distance can only reach up to 15 meters which means-

<p class="MsoPlainText">Now all I need is and someone to hook me to the middle of the mall

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<p class="MsoPlainText">The lieutenants fighting Chaukk didn't stop. One of them switched their weapon to a bazooka and fired without hesitation.

<p class="MsoPlainText">After boxing the van with ice, the mage-type lieutenant unleashed Fire Dusts upon it.

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