Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20151030063516/@comment-26104528-20160114064734

Estellia's brow notably furrowed after George chewed her out just for brainstorming. This past month had been harsh on her in terms of events. Taking a sip from Stahlfritz's tea, she responded with calmer nerves. "All right, you make a good point and in hind sight, my idea was half-baked." Kudos to Flagg for the newly requiered Professionalism/ettiquite seminars. The fact that Violet's comment kept the salt to a minimum also helped. Nice to know that there was one more person here who didn't explicitly dislike her.

Rubbing his girlfriend's shoulder and leaving her the rest of the tea, Fritz went over to speak with Azzie and Nocte. "so, what say we meet at my apratment [sic] to discuss things. Azzie, you know where it is. Nocte, head to the Wendys downtown. We'll meet you there." Ever since Coronado was built in Vale, most every Eliminator with business here had moved a few things over there for better security but still maintained thier offsite safehouses.

The two left the Melange's staff a healthy tip before exiting the restaurant.

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Walking through the BCU underground hanger, Fritz couldn't help but notice a large addition of equipment, vehicles, and supplies. he had heard a few things about another piece of corporate warfare that Flagg was being dragged into. He recognized some of the items being moved in.

''Type-90Xs? I hear those things can rip airships in half...''

"Hey, boss. You get my text?" the cyborg asked the BCU quartermaster who was standing in front of the Project-94 containment unit.

"Yes. So before you take this thing on some goddamn joyride, can I at least know what the hell you're doing?" the rooster faunus responded.

"It involves a bunch of Realm Loyalists and a device that could render our whole NAP moot." was the cyborg's reply.

"Riiiight. And a prototype with 'the big F' on it won't look odd to Master's Brats?"

"It's called paint. It's cheap and it comes in cans."

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While Fritz was down conversing with the BCU about the new toy, Estellia was working on thier disguises. She already had their outfits chosen  and was just working on her mask. Unless corrected, the bad eye fitment would interfere with combat. Thankfully, there were plenty of tools in the BCU basement to work with.

''Ok, if we all look like the Harlequins, we can keep some of the heat off of Flagg. Now, what are doing here...''

Looking at her boyfriend's, he had gone for a character from the Peking Operas his father used to take him to as a child. Specifically, a brilliant but scheming military general.

''eh, why not? ''

After a quick google-fu, Estellia found apattern she liked and to the best of her ability, got on it.