Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-8182065-20170509041231/@comment-8182065-20170929095854

The soldier had tried his best to keep a straight face, although he could feel his skin being burned slightly due to Lily heating up her own weapon. Vale's words must've put some frightening image in his mind, as his eyes shot wide open for a brief moment. He was afraid, that much was sure and he had every right to be.

''Hold on just a moment... ''Amy pondered in her head, after seeing his expression. She started to think back, recalling their earlier conversation with their contact. ''Garnet had ran into two assassins: one she had killed, the other had escaped. Being the expert in the profession, Margrit had the rights to mock the one who ran for his life as he chose his life over his cause. And I hate to use that sort of logic, but Blaine would say something along the lines of, "True assassins show no emotion at all!" and list out movie and game titles.''

 "If you can just give us any information at all about the lab in the area, we'll let you go free,"  Amy informed the trooper. "Now, I'm sure Moon Stone labs might be looking for you as we speak. And we all know what goes on in those laboratories... think of it as a blessing that we found you first,"  she continued her speech, although to be honest she wasn't that great at playing Good Cop/Bad Cop. One of the rare occasions where she wished Blaine were there to ease the tension.

She then turned for the door, as if right on cue, Blaine quietly entered the shower room to check on everyone's progress. Amy walked up to him, whispering one phrase "Be the Good Cop." and exited the roo. In all honesty, she wasn't willing to witness what would happen next.

She greeted Nickelae and Margrit as they returned, watching as they got ready to play the part of espionage. "He hasn't said a word yet, but we will get him to talk. You're wasting no effort to get into character I see," Amy observed, seeing how they were able to find suitable supplies.

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Back in the kitchen, Rina had started peeling a few potatoes for another dish she had in mind. It was one her grandmother had made for dinner on hot nights, and she thought it would be perfect for this desert climate. When she turned around to check on Illia's progress, she was surprised at the display of cutting techniques used on the vegetables.

"Illia... you're amazing!" she exclaimed, impressed by the young girl's skills. She would've went over for a hug, only if Illia hadn't moved first towards a young boy who had snuck his way in. "Rescue?" Rina questioned aloud, just hearing Allen's words. She had then started to chuckle a bit at the idea. "Now, Allen was it? There's no need to be afraid of us, maybe Margrit being more experienced and all, but trust when I say we're the good guys!"

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Back inside the shower room, Blaine had glanced around the room, looking at the employee and his comrades and then back to the employee. Even though he was beaten up, he had quite a nice figure to him. He then took a deep breath, clearing his mind of any unclean thoughts walking closer to the group. He kneeled down so he could be eye level with the MSL employee.

"Okay, I just got here so I don't know what's been said or what kind of heartless threats have been thrown out at you," Blaine started off. "What I'm going to tell you is that I personally don't want to hurt you in anyway. There's been enough blood splattered by Grimm, by Moon Stone, by us even... nobody wants to die, and nobody wants anyone they care about dying."

He had paused his speech, checking to see if he was getting any sort of reaction from the man. He could tell that death obviously scared him, but there was a bit of concern that showed in his eyes when Blaine mentioned loved one's getting involved. "Lemme guess... wife, a kid or two? And your boss is holding em hostage I'm sure."

The employee's eyes had widened. Bingo! Blaine was spot on with his deduction, even though he was quoting a sci-fi secret agent movie he had watched a million times over. Turning up to the others, he gave them a few looks signalling them to try to be positive. We want him to talk, not to scream and to get him to do that the employee needed to know they could be trusted to a degree.