Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25582638-20190721064449

A sharp, heavy thump rang across the rocky sea.

Floating hundreds of meters from the facility, a motor launch bobbed up and down haphazardly, zooming past an overcrowded motorboat, its stern trailed by a hail of orange hitting a dark, long, silhouette chasing after it. The Ichthyosaur Grimm then emerged above the surface. Its eyes were set on the motor launch exuding with entrancing animosity. Anger. Fear.

In the boat, Grave stomped up the stairs from below the deck. A thin sheet of dark purple Aura seethed from her body, almost like a ticking bomb that was about to explode. Her stomping led her to the man clad in silver exosuit standing on the boat’s starboard.

She didn’t care if she doesn’t have people obeying her whims. She wasn’t groomed to lead. But when things were grave, especially if it concerned the life of the Eneglnacht heiress, Grave expected the Engelnacht servants to follow her orders. Or at least, that was what they should be doing.

“What do you think you’re doing, Halle?”

“M’lady-”

“I told you to stand by. Do not leave until Hilda is safe and sound,” She said in a low voice, stopping in front of him. “Do you see my cousin in this boat?!”

“... No, m’lady, but if we stayed there for too long, we'd be overrun by the Grimm.”

"I don't care." Grave's respirator let out a raspy breath. "You will turn this boat around and get me close to the facility."

“We cannot do that, m’lady. It's too dangerous."

“Well, obviously you left your mistress and made everything worse by letting her die. See the connection?” Grave remained still for a moment, her voice distorted into a calm artificial tone that otherwise muffled the current state of her mind.

In a heartbeat, a giant skeletal hand sprouted from her shadow. Five claws gleamed wickedly under the shattered moon, curled into a fist, and pummeled the floor right beside Halle. Grave- Cyzarine- clenched her hands tightly into fists, lifting one over her helmet and pressed on the spot where her forehead is. As though trying to reign herself.

Cyzarine came to help Brunhilde. That was the most natural thing to do. But now she was sitting duck, far away from her cousin.

“M’lady… We will return for Lady Brunhilde,” Halle said, balancing himself as the boat rocked to the left. “But not right now. We never wanted to leave but we had no choice… She made it clear to prioritize your safety before hers."

Halle held up a piece of paper, which Hilda gave to the bodyguards back in the jewelry store before they set off. Cyzarine snatched it to read the contents, falling into silence. Not even 10 seconds had elapsed, the young Bluthardt crumpled the paper, her fist trembling slightly as a low, irritated growl escaped her throat.

Shaking her head, Cyzarine brushed past the bodyguard, marching resoundingly back below the deck without a word.

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The second the horde of Apathy and other humanoid Grimm breached the steel doors, bullets came pelting down from above. In place of a finger, a hand-spun rope of bandages was squeezing the trigger firmly, courtesy of Stalker. The medical kit was wonderfully filled with rolls of bandages that Hilda took the opportunity to put them into better use- she didn’t want to deal with the recoil due to her injuries which she had yet to treat. There was also one thing she had to take care of.

After throwing a grenade at the bat-wielding Grimm, Brunhilde peered over the deck. “Snake!”

Wynston cast his gaze up, done reloading his guns and already in the position to retreat. As she glanced at their so-called allies, her right hand made a series of hand signs.

Occupy Grimm _ Hold position

''Hold out? Why?'' Before he could ask, the rodents crawled dangerously near to his post. A 15-meter long blue king cobra burst forth from Wynston’s hand, appearing thinner than its previous form. In a split second, the summon tore through the incoming Grimm, zigzagging back and forth like lightning, never stopping as it sent dissected vermins flying in the air.

While the Arkwright was doing his bidding, Brunhilde fed the LMG with another ammo belt to keep it firing. It would burn out soon, but they needed to use everything in their disposal to keep the Apathy from doing its thing… Though she wasn’t really giving it all.

After stabilizing the gun, the Engelnacht heiress looked up at the bridge where Diaboli was operating the boat. She could only snort at his words from earlier, deducing how much he looked down on her. The feeling was mutual anyway.

“Not as hard as butchering people of our kind.”