Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20150907231134/@comment-25582638-20151028105218

(Sorry for the long wait.....)

Location: Atlas - BOB-Atlas: Euxinia 

The main HQ of the Battalion, the Zirnitra, went dark and the people of BOB-Atlas’s Intel Department did their very best to get in touch with them. Strangely, the Engelnacht family can be reach yet they're not answering their calls even from the Scharfsinnhardt family. Seeing that the BOB-Vale is not acting properly through the news from Vale is enough to make the others panic as well as the people of BOB Mistral and Vacuo. It has been almost a long time since the Battalion was seen in action to the public.

“Can you contact the Vale's Pilgrims for more information?" a deep voice spoke behind a young man. When he turned around, the young man immediately stood in attention and saluted at the general of BOB-Atlas.

Gustave Bluthardt, a.k.a. General Crown, has a rather noticeable muscular body under his black uniform. His long, slightly spiky, light green hair has a thin braided ponytail. His face has scarred square jaw, dark blue eyes, and a serious expression that replaced his usual lazy grin.

  “Sir, I'll do my best, sir!" the young man replied hurriedly. Gustave nodded at him and walked away without a word. The situation is clearly worrying him.

As for his dear children, he knew that Casper and Aricia are still on the field because he saw them on TV, and the youngest, Basilia, has already evacuated to the underground shelter with their subordinates. What worried him is what Basilia had told him next: Rina hasn't come home yet.

<span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">She has sent messages to her older sister, called her numerous times, and received no response despite Cyzarine's scroll being active. Basilia also tracked it down and found that it's in the mall.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">While musing about his daughter’s report and walking, his assistant, or rather his brother-in-law, approached him.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Gustave.”

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Not now, Maur.” He groaned as the man five years younger than him sighed and shook his head.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Mona is on the line."

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Upon hearing his wife’s name, he stopped on his tracks.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">Lying on the ground due to an unexpected sniper shot, Casper, like the other soldiers, clutched his helmet as the painful screeching sound from his radio threatened to destroy his eardrums.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">Oh shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot! He repeated with a voice that obviously sounded suppressing his urge to scream and to curse. Right now, the thought of removing the helmet in public is tempting.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">Ugh, screw that! He thought angrily, referring to the Battalion’s order never to remove their mask-like helmet in public.

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<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10.5pt;line-height:normal;">Casper reached for the lock under his chin. The lock then loosened and unfiltered air immediately entered his mask-like helmet. He turned to face the ground in a prone position and then removed the helmet. Now the only thing that's preventing people from seeing his face is a black ski mask that covers his whole head except his golden eyes and part of his diagonal scar across his face. <span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">Aricia was more fortunate than the rest because she used her Semblance to pierce the radios in the helmet. As the girl looked around, she saw the police officers removing the helmets of her comrades. She clicked her tongue at the scene and ran towards one of the still mobile transport vehicles while clutching her injured shoulder. The driver has just removed his helmet when Aricia opened the door.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Activate the radio jammer.” Her natural voice spoke through the mask-like helmet instead of her robotic voice due to the damage her Semblance caused. Aricia had already taken that into account so she ordered the driver in a low voice to prevent outsiders from hearing her real voice.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">The driver nodded at her and flipped various switches before pressing the button that activated the radio jammer.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">A minute after the deafening sound tortured the soldiers; the jammer finally silenced it. Those who had their helmets removed by the police officers gave didn’t show their partially masked face by facing the ground. They simply gave the police thumbs up as a thank you before grabbing their helmets. Those who still have their helmets on removed its power source and wordlessly fend off some Grimms as the BOB soldiers gathered near the police cars to decide their next move.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Casper picked up Noble Shredder and jogged towards the group. And tripped over a rock.

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<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Brunhilde barely dodged the bullet. Though the suit is bulletproof, she felt it graze her right shoulder.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">/“We’re done here.”/ She said casually to her subordinates, brushing off the threat earlier as she dismounted Schatten Schweig from the tripod and walked towards the bullhead that suddenly appeared on the other side of the building.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">The hacker smashed the laptop with his gloved hand while the other subordinate carried the tripod.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">After boarding the bullhead, Brunhilde stood at the corner and fished something in the pocket on her thigh. She brought out a Scroll and put it near her face. When she opened it, the Scroll revealed a wallpaper with two different photos. On top, it showed her picture together with her parents while the bottom part showed her standing happily in the middle of the Bluthardt siblings. In front of her, Cyzarine and Basilia, her second cousins whom she’s fond the most, sat with smiling faces as her hands gently held their shoulders while Aricia and Casper, whom she has so-so relationship with, stood by her sides with a small smile.