Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20150907231134/@comment-5999656-20151023055014

(Everything seems fair at this point. Though I wonder how the surrounding 2 blocks are still standing, with all this stuff going on)

Automne was getting totally overwhelmed at this point. Her friend had just been nearly kidnapped by a heavily-armed organization that had been their ally less than an hour ago, and now the firefight had moved outside as Flagg forces moved in to subdue an unexplained new Grimm presence and defend against BOB. The conflict seemed to be raging all around her, and a conflict was raging inside her, as well.

Protecting her friends? Automne considered it a crime to even have to think about that one. Protecting yourself? A given. Protecting innocents? Fair enough, seeing as she was prepping to become a Huntress. But this situation only seemed to grow more and more massive, dwarfing whatever role she could possibly have in the battle. What was the point of sticking around to fight a war where the addition of her skills would affect the outcome marginally, if at all? And was it something she was willing to get further involved in?

Rousing from her brief stupor, she ran up to Fen to make sure she was alright. From a visual check she seemed to be fine, if a bit dirty from being dragged against the concrete. One thing was terrifyingly clear.

"Fen, they're after you for some reason, so stay by me, alright?" Automne wasn't about to let anything happen to either of her friends.

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Platinum felt something soft hitting her body, and glanced down for a second to see that numerous dark spots had been launched onto her jacket. She looked up to see Casper, and although she appreciated his help in saving Fen, getting someone's blood splashed on her was positively disgusting.

"Umm, can you not?" she said, but her attention was quickly redirected by spontaneous screaming erupting from the BOB agents.

Platinum saw the rogue vehicle speed through the police barrier and, sickeningly, into a crowd of pedestrians as well. It was too late to chase after the mangled wreck of a car, but she spotted what looked to be a large exo-suit balanced on the edge of a distant rooftop. She took cover behind a concrete barrier and clicked her sight out, then aimed at the glass of the battlesuit and fired a single bullet right on target, ready to send in more if necessary.

How much death will we witness today?

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Fen drew her weapon out from the inside of her jacket, but Automne gave her a look that said, Don't go anywhere. The fact that she'd almost been snatched away was chilling enough, but the absolute pandemonium and bestial screaming all around them was making it impossible to think. The standoff they'd had inside the mall earlier was nothing compared to what was happening now, and Fen only wished it would freeze for a moment so she could figure out what the hell was happening.

One thought materialized: ''What the hell does BOB want?! Why are they still here even??''

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Zanipher leaned forward in her office chair, her attention suddenly piqued. She tapped a panel on the side of the chair's arm, which switched on the widescreen TV in the room. She flipped through several late-night news channels, all tuned to the ''BREAKING NEWS: Terrorist attack at Vale City Shopping Centre. ''She paused at one which was focused on the young Hunters which were struggling with the chaos, and identified the girl her lookout had informed her about.

It was a truly disconcerting feeling, seeing one's face on a complete stranger. Another tap and the TV began to record the broadcast.

"How odd. I'll be following up on this information later. I appreciate the intel, but remember to get out of there if it's too dangerous." Judging by the tremors, which were making it hard for the cameraperson and reporter to stay on their feet, and the powerful flashes and explosions rocking the image, the area was rapidly devolving into a war zone.

"Will do, madam."

The line went silent, and Zanipher leaned back, crossing her legs. What her associates had originally decided would be an isolated, containable terrorist attack had somehow triggered a coup from within the Black Order Battalion, and the resulting  emergence of the Flagg Institute onto the scene was about to turn the surrounding neighborhhod to rubble.

"Looks like we won't be able to brush it off as 'directionless undercurrents' after all," she muttered.