Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25582638-20160610195851/@comment-25582638-20160615204745

“I had spent most of my time in racism-free environment with Faunus and was partially aware of racism but nonetheless an ignorant until three years ago when I became a soldier.” Cyzarine also admitted, albeit indirectly, she was also a sheltered girl, always obediently moving within the territories of her family or the Battalion's. Even if she has the freedom to roam in Atlas' and Vale's city, the young girl still stayed in her comfort zone until recently.

“For me, it doesn't make sense to hate Faunus in general and bully them for their animal traits as if it’s a sin to have those. Then the White Fang seemingly reciprocates the same hate to humans through terrorism, which aids the preservation- or rather, promotion- of racism by anti-faunus population. It’s easy to rationalize this and then say ‘there should be more understanding between the human and faunus’ or whatever ideal solutions throw in but…... the obvious weak points that lies within people aren’t addressed yet I think.”

The same goes to herself. Despite showing signs of improvement for the past few weeks, her fragile mind and feelings aren’t fully mended. Doing things on one’s own wouldn’t go far as receiving help from someone. Quite ironic for her to speak about addressing people’s weak points when in fact she hasn’t wholly let her very weak point to be addressed. In her case, let go of her stubborn “DIY” mentality when not relying on her family.

In the midst of the solemn atmosphere she created, Cyzarine adopted a ‘I-think-I-messed-up’ expression with an awkward smile. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, you just look like the right person mature enough to talk about this.”

Two blocks away from Maestro Café and across the street, three vehicles, two vans and one white muscle car, pulled over in front of a barbershop. A total number of fifteen armed people with almost similar clothing disembarked. They obviously appeared to be some sort of gangster with quite a reputation because the bystanders were walking away as fast as they can. Those who have no knowledge of the group felt that they’ll be in danger and thus took a detour to their destination.

==

Earlier in the vehicles.….

The man named Roy, whom the man with an arm sling spoke with earlier, revealed to be very muscular in his muscle shirt under a red vest with torn sleeves. He cracked his neck, shoulders, and knuckles before speaking over the radio.

“O’right, you maggots. We’ve beaten hella of wanna-be mercenaries before so this ‘Royal Pawn’ ain’t different. She’s just riiiight over there.” He pointed right at the café when the vehicles slowed down, his other hand holding a picture of two individuals entering the café.

He was also thankful that one of his grunts got info about the possible identity of the target from a certain source called “Agent Bishop” who was said to be ‘generous’ with intel whenever she’s in the mood.

“So which lass we’re after, boss?” one of his men asked.

Roy paused and studied the picture. “Hm, maybe the fox girl. ‘forgot which one Lily pointed at but we can take ‘em both just to make sure. We can take one of them with us for a good f*ck tonight.”

His men snickered in response while the female ones rolled their eyes.

==

Just when they’re about to head to the café-

“Excuse me, señor!” a loud voice called the attention of Roy from the man’s peripheral view. “It appears you have something to attend to but the people getting frightened of you. Would it be alright if you can call it a day?”

Without stopping in his tracks, Roy turned his attention with annoyance to the dove faunus wearing a small straw hat. He narrowed his eyes at what appears to be stick weapons sticking out at the bespectacled man’s back.

“Who the f*ck do you think you are, birdie? Get lost.” . ..

And a few dialogues later, three men were hurled at the café’s wall beside the stairs. Jonas swiftly darted from one mercenary to another as he weaved around one baston to strike the hands that were holding firearms. He then activated his weapon’s sword form to cut the straps of the larger firearms clinging on his opponents’ body.

As if on luck, the dove faunus avoided a hammer that was about to crush his head by “coincidentally” ducking, leaving his small straw hat in the air for a split second before he put it on again.

(Please, use the npc’s at ‘yer pleasure~)