Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20151212055542/@comment-25582638-20160105071417

(Sorry for my late response :

While listening to the factions' dialogue, half of [Ardon Springfield Ardon's] attention was observing the room.

He was a member of security detail back in Atlas before he had joined the Battalion. And it has been a while since Ardon had faced multiple factions gathered in one room. Well, compared to that meeting, this is less tense for him.

But his eyes subtly trailed on everyone, instincts of a bodyguard and a soldier on high alert.

There's one thing that he's worried about that he has yet to raise, but that might make things more tense.

The Black Hounds, those conditioned, former criminals, were planted in VPD for a long time, waiting of its master's and mistresses' order to make a move. He knew it because the Battalion also knew, broadening information network is essential to them. Yet only a few knew them too well both in and out of combat aside from those who takes care of them.

Luckily, Flagg's and Pilgrims' recruitment system are very meticulous that made it hard for the Engelnacht to infiltrate them.

“A week ago, there was a small group who locked themselves up inside a room in Zirnitra's medical wing. They were the ones who informed us about the situation and sent us the data of every members of Zirnitra. But we were only able to acquired 85% of the data when...... we lost contact with them.“

Ardon pursed his lips when he remembered something unpleasant.

“So far, we have identified that there are two hundred and sixty-six rogues mixed in with three hundred and seventy-two soldiers. The data of the Black Hounds shall be obtain by this time from the Engelnacht's household.

Our scouts also found out that the Hounds are the instigators of every attacks on the factions before the rogues finishes the job. These people were relied upon due to their extensive knowledge of various operations in Vale. If we were to mobilize quickly against Zirnitra, taking out these people can limit the rogues' movements and corner them.

The last thing we want to deal with is a hoard of brainwashed suicide bombers appearing out of nowhere.”

If push comes to shove, the Engelnacht will not go down without inflicting more damage on their enemies.

--

Casper, dressed in suit with his usual silver scarf wrapped around his neck, moved his hand to shake off the dirt on his spiky silver hair. And yelped when his fractured left humerus was bumped into inside a bulletproof van. A woman beside him put an arm string on his injured arm.

They had infiltrated the Engelnacht's main household to acquire the data regarding the Hounds.

Sadly, it had similar security as Amethyst Belt. The only difference is that the estate's defenses is an upgraded version of the latter.

It was a miracle that all of them got out alive. Casualties aside, a few of them have to be amputated.

When the van reached its destination, they stopped on a check point. Casper got off the vehicle and put his hand on the air.

“Good morning officers. The name's Casper Bluthardt and uh..... I'm sent here for the meeting.“

The young man said as he surrendered his weapon to the police. Now all he have to do is to give the data to the remaining factions.

-- Behind a door, a janitor was talking to someone on the phone.

A bit later, he smiled madly.

“If that will please our mistress, I shall do it for her. Long live the Engelnacht.”

The man crushed the Scroll with his hands empowered by Aura.

- Six days ago -

She didn't really know what to think or feel upon finding out what happened to Zirnitra. [Cyzarine Bluthardt Cyzarine] was initially shocked at first. But that emotion was immediately pushed away when her head started analyzing how and why it came to this. Possessing a limited sense of loyalty can be advantageous to avoid clouding her judgment.

Once she found out that her second cousin is on the bad side-

“What do you want to achieve, Brunhilde? Aside from orchestrating a wide-scale havoc with Uncle Phlegethon and creating more dangerous enemies all at once.”

Brunhilde, not Hilda. Cyzarine, now wearing an all white shirt and pants, felt calling her second cousin in her whole, first name.

The young girl had flashes of need to strangle Brunhilde to death. From a logical standpoint, she can never win against her second cousin and thus those thoughts are utterly absurd to her. Still, Cyzarine has to constantly remind herself of it.

Emotions are quite hassle, she thought.

“You already know the answer, don't you?” Brunhilde replied calmly with a question, seemingly not paying any heed to the younger girl's way of calling her.

Cyzarine crossed her arms in silence with a subtle grim expression, enduring the pain she's now experiencing from unhealed injuries.

“I'd hate to assume that I know. But if I'm right, all I can say is this: my deepest sympathies”

She somehow knew and understood what pushed the branch family to act this way. The Battalion is restrictive when it comes to Engelnacht. History speaks for itself.

The woman didn't give a prompt response. Instead she closed her eyes then took a sip of tea.

“You're quite right. With the Engelnacht finally freed from its shackles, we do not have to worry about being policed and questioned by authorities. Our Black Hounds' execution of numerous tasks won't be hampered by control freaks anymore.”

But there's something wrong with their reasoning-

“Why did you side with them? You could've gain the Battalion's favor to disregard what happened in the past and be trusted to spread your operations in Remnant.”

Their operations are limited around Vale. But that's only what she knows.

“You will lose this battle, Brunhilde. We both know that you won't stand a chance from the very start.

So what is-”

Cyzarine was interrupted when the door of the room opened.

/“Time's up.”/

The woman nodded at the man in exosuit and stood up wordlessly. Cyzarine caught herself almost balling her hands into fists, irritated that she couldn't figure out what the Engelnacht is planning but the girl maintained her typical expression.

What am I missing?

“Rina, who said that the Hounds are only caged in Vale?”

Brunhilde's words was enough to freeze the girl's movement for just a moment.

“You've been lying to us all along, huh.” Cyzarine muttered to herself as her second cousin left her alone. Strangely, wrath haven't fully consumed her yet.

- Two days ago -

Cyzarine cringed a bit when she took a deep breath. Upon exhaling, cold air escaped her mouth. The dimly lit prison, Niflheim, is very cold, which the girl dreaded so much she's stuck in the corner of the cell. And somewhat mentally stuck too.

Re-experiencing worst things that had happened in the past can threaten someone's normality, particularly when you're experiencing it over and over again with 4 hours of sleep a day.

Solitary confinement, together with her cheimatophobia, had revived her suicidal thoughts. Quietly, she desperately wanted to die upon facing her trauma again.

The girl was placed here because there isn't enough space on the two prison floors above Niflheim. But it seemed that by placing her in a cold area alone had easily induced her to attempt ripping off her own thumb. She had to be tied.

- Present -

The first thing she noticed is how oddly warm her surroundings is, unaware that she was transferred to another prison when she lost consciousness due to fatigue. She groaned a bit and intended to stay on the same position for a while.

Until something came in contact with her. Panic and reflex instantly took over her motor skills. Everything was a blur as her semi-healed rib cage ached in pain. She fell off the bed with whoever was unfortunate to be in close proximity with her. What happened next shocked Cyzarine.

What the-?

Dark blue eyes widened in a second at Fen whom she's choking on the floor. Hard. The younger girl instinctively stumbled back and attempted to calm herself, a bit shaken of her own mindlessness.

Cyzarine then wanted to ask why the heiress is here yet her throat didn't cooperate. She immediately closed her mouth and resigned to listen what Fen will say.

She still has to apologize though.