Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5726563-20131012204124/@comment-11644980-20131015023202

Having finally fended of the valets, the large faunus stood from where he'd parked the car and walked over to the Detective, noticing the gloomy looking kid in the cloak. "Hey, good to seeya, Urdin. Sorry bout the hold up, they're riggin' vultures," he mumbled as on of the valets rejoined his fellows, an offended look on his face.

"So, what's the plan, mister Detective?" he looked up, squinting at the veritable wall of glass that made up the tower's front side. "Overt, I'd assume." He only assumed as much because right now they were a muscley cloaked youth, a more muscley faunus, and decidedly un-muscley man the likes of which "high society" would label a walking fashion accident.

Blend in, they would not.

The place was likely to be crawling with exactly the type of humans that had caused Bruce to develop wariness of the speicies all those years ago: Puffed-up, arrogant, and considering themselves above anybody who they wouldn't see in the mirror. Exactly the type of person who could live with throwing away another's life, come to think of it...