Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20160207063839/@comment-5999656-20160218181610

The whole exchange between Cyzarine and the creeper was broadcast to the six within the airship. When the call was ended, Platinum stood gripping the Scroll tightly in her fist and teeth gritted. She was beyond ready to explode at those two. Why did they have to be so clueless?!

"Platinum," Respersio said softly, interrupting her thoughts. The mood had darkened considerably after Raizel and Cyzarine's decision yielded exactly what was expected to happen.

"What is it?" she said, handing the device back to Fen and turning to her childhood friend.

He and his team were slouched on the long couch facing away from the window. Although physically they looked very relaxed, their set faces betrayed a more serious ulterior emotion.

"I know we came along to help you guys get your teammates back, but if..." he paused and glanced at his Faunus teammates before continuing. "If things get violent, I will not expect my team to respond with gentleness. Anyone who attacks us either physically or verbally will have repercussions of kind to deal with. That includes for Raizel and Cyzarine."

It was an impressive statement, but knowing Resper he'd probably gone over it with his team several times before stating it.

Fen raised one eyebrow, but said nothing. She wasn't hoping for a fight, and it would be best for her to observe before making any hasty statements.

Platinum sighed. Team RASB had some serious dynamic, one that she was growing jealous of. That in only a few months and the escapades along the way they had built a seemingly unbreakable rapport with each other; what was their secret?

"But I'll make sure to stop anyone before it gets really threatening," Resper added. Automne merely gave a small smile, her tail gently swinging from her place on the armrest.

"Just... can you set a good example for Team PRFC? We're gonna need all the help we can get."

"Of course! We'll show you what it means to be part of a team!"

The ship began to descend towards the station, and the crew got up and prepared to exit quickly.

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"AUGGHHHHHHH!!!"

At the sound of their gang member's death cry, the rest of the group jumped and their eyes immediately flew to the sound.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!" Within seconds they had drawn their handguns and begun firing at Cyzarine. The other patrons screamed and ducked away, and some began fleeing through the exits, knocking over chairs and drinks as they went. The sound of gunfire mixed with the screams, pounding music, and strobe lights to create a truly dizzying atmosphere.