Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151107020221/@comment-25582638-20151126085002

The destination was supposed to be Beacon Academy.

Cyzarine thought about it as she entered a meeting room. At the same time she entered, the butler poured a cup of tea for the guest. In the middle of the room is a rectangular table with ten office chairs. White blinds veiled the window glass overviewing the Vale City.

Brunhilde, her second cousin and mentor at the same time, was seated on a chair at the end of the table, drinking red wine leisurely.

“Good evening, Rina. How’s your night?” The woman beamed with delight upon seeing her little cousin.

A van bulldozed many people.

She was almost hit by the van on her way to Beacon.

A rocket-propelled projectile hit a girl in blue teddy jacket.

Brunhilde texted her.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">Saw that someone took an initiative to help the girl so she left and then took another route heading for the Engelnacht Corporation.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">The same van almost demolished a store.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">In addition, she was almost hit by the same freakin’ van again.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">According to her common sense-

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">“Nothing out of ordinary.” She said as her usual inexpressive expression was replaced with a small smile. Just like that.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">“Ah, good evening, Mr. Shobek.” The young girl also greeted the butler of the Engelnacht family.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">“Good evening, Lady Cyzarine.” The elderly butler replied and bowed respectfully before leaving the room.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">As soon as she settled down, Brunhilde briefed her about the recent incident moments ago, that was connected to the missing children. While talking, Brunhilde manipulated the board in front of her. In turn, the board in front of Cyzarine projected numerous screens with pictures related to the incident together with profiles of people of interest gathered from Vale’s personal database.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">“And you said your night is ‘nothing is out of ordinary’.” Brunhilde deadpanned at the ‘lying’ girl as she took a sip of the red wine.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">“Obviously, all things are going on. It’s a matter of perspective whether it is strange or not.” Cyzarine said in a matter-of-fact tone.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">“No, this just proved how twisted your common sense is.”

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">“I could say the same about you.”

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">Their short banter flew back and forth. Brunhilde chuckled while Cyzarine took a sip of tea at the end. The latter dismissed some screens until only the screens containing personal profiles of the people involved were left. After reading Vert’s and Ravelyn’s profiles and with slight narrowing of eyes at Akiba’s picture (she has psychosomatic color blindness to any shades of red), she finally spoke up again when she read Zhu-li’s.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">“Why is she under surveillance?”

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">Brunhilde looked at her curious cousin with a smile. That smile combined with glaring sex appeal and alluring dark purple eyes had made countless people speechless or flustered.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">However, Cyzarine only perceives them as a tool to bewitch and manipulate people to do the woman’s bidding.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">“That’s classified.~”

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">9 a.m. – (Hours before the meeting at Crystal Gardens) <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10pt;">The Battalion had informed the police about an upcoming-suspected kidnapping in orphanages. As much as the law enforcements want to mobilize immediately, they’re temporarily short on manpower due to ongoing investigations of missing children, murder, robbery, etc.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">When the police asked for backup, the Battalion obliged- by sending in the Engelnacht, specifically the Black Hounds, much to the police’s dismay.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">On the other hand, sending in the former mafia family isn’t that easy. Fully lifting the restrictions on the necessary evil means letting the predators go wild but the Scharfsinnhardt, with an explicit aim to help the master family rescue their orphans, proposed that there should be a handler to their branch family. When it was then brought up to the Bluthardt, the mother specifically recommended her third child without a second thought. That’s why Cyzarine was contacted last night by her aunt. It may be odd that it’s not her mother who talked to her but their odd relationship is enough for the child not to muse about it.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">Cyzarine, donning the BOB’s exosuit, and the Black Hounds, in suit and armed with weapons, just got into the scene three minutes ago when a small explosion occurred. Seconds later, she was radioed that someone shot an explosive arrow and the gray van is getting away.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">Under her mask-like helmet, her dark blue eyes observed the short-lived commotion from a far when a teenage boy tried to chase the van and the stunned law enforcements just do what they can do. The scene is quite pitiful enough that Cyzarine just shrugged off what just happened.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">Empathy isn’t her strong suit but she at least retained some.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">It seems we will be taking over 

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">They are here to give support and thus are not responsible that this happened. Just following orders of the police saved Cyzarine and the Hounds from more complicated things. Now that the police officers present are deemed useless, it’s a green light for her to make a move.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">/“Proceed according to the plan.”/ Her robotic modified voice resounded from her mask-like helmet.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">“Yes, ma’am!”

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">After the agents obeyed her, Cyzarine walked to certain direction with another two agents behind her. Inside her purple-tinted visor on the left lower corner is a map that shows the locations of every dispatched Hound with blue dots while on the upper left corner shows feedbacks from surveillance cameras handled by Brunhilde.

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<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">“S-Sh*t! Not again!” The man frantically rushed into the van, sat beside the driver, and closed the door.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">“Drive! NOW!”

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">The driver shifted the gear before hitting the gas pedal to escape the scene.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">“F*ck! How did they find us?!” The man hit the glove compartment with his fist.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">“W-We’re really screwed up this time!” The anxious driver said, recalling what had transpired last night.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">“We’re not, goddammit! Just do yer’ job and we’ll get away without a hitch! And you-”

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">The angry man pointed his assault rifle at the crying children behind.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">“Shut the f*ck up or I’ll put this in yer’ mouths!”

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">The scared children huddled together on the corner There are three other criminals guarding them with submachine guns ready to fire at possible pursuers and to intimidate the children.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">Just as the man was about to put down his gun-

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">“Son of a b*tch!” The driver hit the clutch and the break at the same time when an opened black van appeared at the end of the street revealing barrels of shotgun.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">“What the-”

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">Before the man could finish his sentence, rounds of slugs hit the bulletproof glasses of the van.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">---

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">Cyzarine glanced at the map as a yellow dot appeared on it. It was moving fast as the blue dots continued blocking every possible exit within the perimeter. She watched as the van was forced to take random detours.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">One will wonder why the Hounds haven’t tried to capture the criminals despite their vivid advantage over them. The blue dots kept on moving, blocking exits, intimidating them with some shotguns and assault rifles, and then proceed to their next designated place to block another exit.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">Cyzarine’s plan is simple: Show the rat a way out of the maze, block it with a cat, then repeat the cycle. Anger, frustration, confusion, terror, mental exhaustion, and despair were the emotions the criminals should show by the time they corner them. It’s an absurd child’s play because she didn’t take the children’s well being into account. Her ruthlessness was focused on the enemy instead of rescuing the children.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;">''<span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">If they kill the children to escape then their efforts will be wasted. The fact that they go as far as to kidnap them in broad daylight only shows that their employer is willing to sacrifice them for the sake of more children. The employer might as well execute them if they return empty-handed. ''

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">Cyzarine mused as she entered through the backdoor of a warehouse.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;">''<span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">Well, this is just a hypothesis that has yet to become a conclusion. Only if I’m right. ''

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">She glanced at the map for the last time as she unholstered the remodelled Adlig Teufel. It should’ve come in pairs but instead she only has one due to some malfunction on the other after the remodelling.

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">Cyzarine pressed two buttons by the gun’s hammer and the two revolving chambers displayed the color of Red Dust on the first one while Ice Dust on the second one.

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<p class="MsoPlainText" style="font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial;">As if on continue, the gray van that almost hit her twice last night crashed through the large fragile door.