Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151107020221/@comment-13593058-20160131183205

Vert's heart skipped a few beats as he checked the that magazines. His breath, heavy and hot from the adrenaline pumping through his veins, escaped through his mouth hastily.

Two clips - 9 mm rounds, capacity of 50 but about 25 left in each one.

It will have to do.

He breathed in one final time, feeling the thump of his heart as he did so, and shot out from behind cover.

Only to be greeted the face of a ghost as white as snow.

"Jesu-!" Vert screamed in panic.

"BANG" "BANG"

Two shots exploded through the air, then silence.

Until a voice was heard.

"Once again, you have managed to damage something of mine." Vert heard through his closed eyelids. A voice of a woman - familiar, monotone, full of longing with a pinch of annoyance. His curiosity slowly took over, giving him sight over the situation again.

The blank stare of the elusive Memories' mask greeted him without explanation. His hands locked within her armpits and two fresh, smoking, holes bloomed behind her stale jacket. Around the room stacked bodies. The ones Vert recognized were covered in blood and nasty wounds with no signs of possible recovery, but the large majority, the one's he had expected to confront head on also lay unmoving. They were clean and an ever so slight movement of their chests confirmed their state.

Cautiously, Alice loosened her grip on Vert.

"Wrong move." He coldly stated as he stuffed the submachine guns into Alice's mask.

"Click" "Click" "Click" "Click"

Vert's heart sank at the sound of empty threats.

"Click" "Click" "Click" "Click"

Alice proceeded to turn her back without much worry, walking several steps before procuring the missing magazines from Vert's weaponry and tossing them back into his possession. Puzzled but not deterred from making an arrest long overdue, he slapped the magazines back into the guns and took aim once again.

"Freeze, Memories!" Vert commanded with both fingers primed on the triggers.

But Alice only sighed, her whole torso oscillated one cycle before she took three very distinct steps to face Vert.

"I mean it! I'll shoot!" he threatened. However, Alice was not discourage in her actions as she continued the approach.

"Don't try anything you think you'll regret."

"Click"

Again. The sound of an empty barrel sunk in.

"Are we done?" Memories asked Vert as she stopped her advance. "Do you not have somewhere to be?"

---

Earlier

"10 words or less." Memories confronted Akiba. Her katana was still drawn and tension was still high.

Akiba opened his mouth, knowing his exact intent and driven to turn the bodyguard around. Though for the moment, the purpose was righteous but definitely lacked evidence in many ways. The only source of credible information was from the girl in the blue jacket and a runaway van. None of them have actually seen the supposed kidnapping themselves. Despite this, he decided to take a risk.

"Your employer has been kidnapping children and forcing them to kill each other." he stated.

"That was 13." Memories replied, unimpressed and began to raise her blade.

Akiba's throat tensed. He gripped Furukizuna in his hands and waited for the impending strike from the steeled woman.

"Listen carefully to instructions next time." she concluded while wrapping up her blade back into its concealed form.

"That's it?"

"Men like Barnes... I've seen my fair share." She explained, "Now if you'll excuse me, there's a rather trigger happy kid I need to take care of before he finally decides to jump off a bridge."