Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20160207063839/@comment-5999656-20160223064641

Platinum, Fen, and Team RASB departed from the dock and went immediately for the nearest corner. Having multiple wealthy friends in the group meant that these teenagers were able to indulge in luxuries usualy considered excessive to college students. In this case: calling a taxi.

On weekends downtown, Vale, like any other bustling big city, was full of nightlife and activity. Where these guys were going, however, was located in a shadier side of downtown, it seemed.

"Bernie, ever been to this side of Vale?" Fen asked. She was reassured by the accompaniment of her closest friends, but even so she wanted to know as much going into the situation as possible.

"Ehh, took car rides through a few times, but we never stopped and actually walked anywhere around this place. Sketchy neighborhoods aren't exactly family-friendly, ya know."

A taxi van was promptly called up and everyone got in.

"Take us to the Red Circle, please. And make it quick." Respersio told the driver, who turned to look at him in the front passenger seat.

"Huntsmen and huntresses in training, huh? Well, life's been getting busier for your type recently, so I won't ask what a bunch of teenagers would be doing in that area." The turned back and took off down the busy streets, swerving and cutting lanes like a pro. As they drove, Platinum turned to Fen.

"We'll be there pretty soon. Since you're the one who knows Cyzarine best among all of us, brief everyone on what to expect."

Fen was used to getting attention - being the child of wealthy entrepreneurs and her own outgoing personality tended to create that - but this was providing analysis. It wasn't outside of her comfort zone exactly, but after her past experiences with the girl she knew what had probably happened after the call ended.

Everyone's eyes were fixated on her, waiting for her speech to begin. At last, she did so, in a low and quiet voice.

"Cyzarine probably started a fight. And I don't meant the typical 'I punch you' kinda fight - the girl doesn't hold back. At all. She's got chainsaw weapons and a ruthless killing instinct, so chances are by thw time we get there the place is gonna be covered in blood."

She paused, letting the severity of this description sink in.

"She's extremely cold-hearted when things get serious - it'll be difficult reasoning with her at that point. Chances are whoever threatened her won't be left in one piece when we arrive." Fen shrugged, even though this movement was hard to see in the dim light of the passing street lamps.

"That's what I've seen, and I'm not sure how she'll respond beyond eliminating the danger completely."

Automne's orange pupils looked black in the dimness. From this uncanny description, she was starting to get an idea of what Cyzarine was like, but she'd wait until she saw the scene with her own eyes before pursuing her theory further.

Platinum waited for further explanations, but none were forthcoming so she took charge again.

"Alright, so that's the brief rundown. I don't know Raizel well enough to gauge what she might have done, but hopefully she didn't add to the carnage." Platinum paused, then added less professionally:

"So, uh, hope you guys aren't the real queasy sorts."

(I'll have them arrive on my next post ;) )

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The remaining gangsters stared up at the child killer, eyes reflecting pure horror as they scrambled to get up. Clutching their guns and each other, and pulling their heavilg injured female member along with them, they staggered to the exit while one persistently continued to rain gunfire on the green-haired girl.

Meanwhile, the thumping noises upstairs had stopped. Clearly their inhabitants were trying not to become a target. Broken wine bottles, shards of glass, and various colors of alcoholic liquid decorated the now-wrecked nightclub, while the strobe lights that were still working and the still-pumping music added a layer of carnival-esque horror to the image.