Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20161211031628/@comment-5999656-20170324155233

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Automne didn't hesitate to begin creeping forward at Tigris' signal. She drew up diagonally to her target with her semblance activated.

To an observer, had there been one, the image would have been one straight out of a horror film. The soldier stood casually, gun clutched loosely in both hands. There was a faint snick, and the space behind him flickered for just a split second before his throat spontaneously opened, spurting blood onto the concrete with a gurgle before he was abruptly kicked to the side. Automne's form materialized where he had stood. Her face was stony.

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"Hey, hasn't it been a while?" Fen inquired, drawing up to the head smuggler. He turned and saw the porcelain mask now covering her face, but didn't comment on it.

"Holdups can happen for any reason. The water's rougher than usual tonight," he pointed out.

Fen wasn't satisfied.

"You know we expected to have the prisoners ten minutes ago," she hinted dangerously.

"Sorry, miss. Your boss should know how this works. I'm surprised she didn't explain it to you before sending you all the way down here."

Fen gritted her teeth. There wasn't much she could do about it. And telling people she was once planning to be a Huntress wouldn't get her much, either.

''Naturally. No teenage newcomer is going to have much clout with experienced criminals.''

Damn it.

"I'm taking a look around," Fen said. With that, she clambered into the side of the wrecked hull of a nearby ship, half-embedded in the sand. She crouched down and closed her eyes.

An albino snake, six feet in length, materialized next to her. It lifted its triangular head up, forked tongue flicking in and out, before slithering down the side of the hull and gliding over the sand. If there were any intruders around, a brief canvassing with her pit organs would tell what she needed to know.

Time to Hunt.