Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20140309093814/@comment-10380701-20140401163523

"Minerva." Nuss repeated.

"Yep, I definitely heard right. They're going to that place." Lime remarked.

As the boys discussed the dilemma that they were facing, they were forced to cover their ears when Zaffre shrilled out about the rumor regarding her being the messiah.

"...Y'know, I'm half-tempted to consider than as an attack." The pilot joked. "Seriously though. This shit seems a little bit more complicated than it looks. You sure they went rogue for silly reasons?"

Nuss shrugged. "Dunno. I'm just following orders."

"And therein lies the problem."

Melira's left eye twitched as she listened on LAPZ's argument with each other. Reaching breaking point, she grabbed hold of the intercom.

"May I demand the silence of your team, Lady Dormant?" the elder calmly stated, with as much malice as possible.

"...A proposal, LAPZ. You mentioned you were delivering a package." she said, as she motioned for Mint for a chair. "And it just so happens to be that your destination is the Lost City of the North. Home to some of the more powerful Grimm in Remnant. From experience, I will state that your chance of survival is lower than 10%. But with my assistance, your chances will likely improve to at least 15%."

Mint placed a chair behind Melira for her to sit on. "That's... not much different, is it?" she pointed out when she heard the Elder talk about LAPZ's survival rate.

"A small percent can change a lot of factors. Perhaps a little belief in fortune will bring some difference to your team, Lady Sparrow." Melira responded.

"Uh... hello? Guys?" Suika called out, since Melira cut of outside communication earlier, preventing Suika from listening in both the Fafnir and Fraxinus.