Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5726563-20131012204124/@comment-11644980-20131023034641

Bruce shrugged at Edwin's command, and approached the suit's man that had fallen on the ground by the window. "Alright then, you heard the gearhead. Sounds like you're suspect Numero Uno."

The man looked up, at first terrified at the faunus before registering the accusation. "W-w-w-WHAT? Suspect? THAT'S what this is all about? I suppose you have some sort of warrant? Or at least a suspected crime?" The suit's face turned red as he spoke, his face contorted in impotent anger. "I'll get in touch with your chief! I don't know what kind of back-water frontier street-justice you're used to, but here in Vale we don't appreciate bull-headed thugs com- HRK!"

Bruce lifted the man off the ground by the collar and pulled him close, so that their faces were inches apart. "I'm not a cop. And I'm going to assume you called me stubborn just now. For your own sake. I'd choose a better turn of phrase next time around," The faunus growled, his voice trembling with fury as he slowly walked over to where Holmes had settled. The suit glanced up at the ivory horns jutting from his captor's forehead, suddenly more aware of how sharp they likely were.

Bruce smirked at the man's culled demeanor. "He's all yours," he mulmbled to Holmes before dumping the man at his feet.