Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25582638-20151210004452/@comment-5999656-20160113001532

Cyzarine's sudden return to a cold demeanor stunned Fen, and she automatically complied. She had assumed that they had actually built a sort of friendliness with each other, but maybe that was all an illusion that she'd built out of childish hope. So she watched in silence as Cyzarine proceeded with reminding her how fragile their relationship was.

As the multiple digital windows flashed before her, connecting this Daybreak Syndicate to her parents' business, Fen was in for more surprises.

The electronic glare reflected in her pink eyes as she realized how sheltered she was. ''Why is it... that I know none of this? ''Fen numbly realized how little of business she actually knew about.

And why haven't Mom and Dad ever told me any of this?

Even as she read the public information on Daybreak Syndicate, multiple thoughts and emotions were brewing within her. Cyzarine's warning snapped her out of the daze.

"I... yes. You're right." Fen realized that everything that the younger girl was saying was true, and that she would have to decide for herself what would happen next. It seemed reasonable, this step into the real world, and yet Fen felt like she was leaning over a yawning chasm.

It's about time I became an adult, isn't that right?

So she was essentially saying goodbye to the security of her childhood. It was about time, but it wasn't going to be easy.

This is the kind of thing that I've been looking forward to my whole life, Fen consoled herself, all while reading up on her mysterious guardians. So why am I so confused?

Well, there was the thing with her parents. Fen knew they were workaholics, but the fact that they kept so much of their business a secret from her was suspicious. And Fen definitely wanted to know why the Syndicate was after her, and why they hadn't approached her directly.

The heiress stiffened and her hand closed tighter around the remote.

"You're right. I am coming, and I'll bring my halberd with me." Such inadequate words. The wrong weapon for the wrong kind of fight.

Fen hadn't played the faker for years - not since Rosso's death. But maybe it was time to let go of being nice and actually start getting something done. She leaned back and crossed her legs.

"I'll do my own talking, unless you want to go first? I know you wanted to get some sort of compensation." Fen realized that Cyzarine had just used the timing of the confrontation to secure more benefits for herself. Seems dirty, but it's the kind of thing I should do as well.