Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160724065302/@comment-5999656-20160725031456

(It'll work, haha. I'm also trying out a more dramatic writing style, hope you like it!)

This assignment hadn't been given to Fen, per say, but she'd insisted upon taking it.

It was more a personal matter than anything else. The fact that she was working alongside criminals was difficult enough to accept; it was even worse that she'd once felt a bond with a criminal who had turned against her. But maybe that was fitting for someone whose title was "renegade"?

She clenched her gloved fists, feeling the smooth fabric against her palms. Overarching schemes and incomprehensible complexities of villainous diplomacy were beyond her understanding. But nor was she a thoughtless soldier, doing the bidding of whomever commanded her to turn her halberd onto a defenseless victim. If Kurai had truly gone against the Dragons, then she had a responsibility to clean up as much of the mess herself as she could.

Not that Fen expected to be able to make sense of everything alone, of course. She'd brought some friends along this time, who suspected her connections of varying degrees but respected her enough to keep quiet for now.

For now...

Automne Reynard, parkour enthusiast and aged-up street kid, Fox Faunus of the Southeast Island, had a feeling the white-jacket clad girl beside her was doing a little more than just chasing down street gangsters for the common good. But the words inscribed on the dog tag hanging from the chain around her scarred neck revealed her loyalties. "We Are Responsible", it begins. Responsible for those we have tamed.

This was the third time someone had misused the Dragon logos to lure out their agents. At this rate, they might have to do away with using a symbol entirely, Fen mused. As always, they'd centered around a locational radius, all they needed was to hang around long enough for the perps to show their faces.

At the moment, though, the two girls were perched atop a caved-in industrial building. The evacuation of Beacon had left a lot of students aimless. Those who didn't have rich parents or didn't feel like braving a journey by foot back home were left to wander Vale, doing the best they could to stay by the creed of the Huntsmen and Huntresses, cutting down petty thieves who were just citizens that had gotten desperate.