Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20160207063839/@comment-5999656-20160329051705

Platinum was relieved that Raizel had accepted her apology and given both of them another chance to make a team. It seemed that everyone here somehow happened to have character flaws that complemented one another's so that the creation of a destructive atmosphere was always a threat looming on the horizon. But if everyone also put in the effort to tweak themselves just enough to make things work, who could tell what good things might come out of them next?

Choleric? LOL, Fen thought. That wasn't a word people used every day, but it revealed that the bomber girl might be more socially vulnerable than she had initially appeared, with her tough street punk attitude. Anyway, Raizel confirmed as much in her following sentence, reminding Fen that not everyone had the same privilege of a cultivated upbringing as she had.

I'll have to watch my words more carefully from now on, she thought. Fen turned to wrap Platinum's hand with the bandages.

"I've got it." Platinum took the roll and started layering it over her bleeding scratches when the lion-boy came out of nowhere.

...

"Kid..." Platinum said with a pained expression, after Cris had given his innocent speech. The last thing they needed at this moment was some bumbling little boy to ruin their chance at having a deeper connection with another. In addition to that, the playful and totally clueless way he clung to Cyzarine hurt Platinum, given her devotion to protecting the innocent and the callous, merciless actions she had witnessed from Cyzarine just hours before. No doubt if he were aware of Cyzarine's capacity for brutal massacre, he wouldn't be holding onto her in this way. Instead, he'd be running away and screaming in fear. The dramatic irony of the situation was extremely uncomfortable to bear, to say the least.

The truth was that Platinum assumed Raizel took the blame for the destruction caused that night because she considered Cyzarine to be incapable of taking responsibility for or comprehending the implications of her own actions.The events and the girl’s responses to being apprehended all coincided with such a conclusion. <span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">As in the pleading insanity argument in some court cases. ‘Subject has been reviewed and will be considered not responsible for their actions due to  a persistent psychiatric illness’. <span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">And that was it: after seeing Cyzarine’s unstable mindset, It seemed clear to Platinum that what the girl needed was not a team but rather serious clinical psychiatric help. More importantly, there was no way their team could get going until they figured out what the consequences were for the her multiple murder counts. She’d ask Cyzarine about  that as soon as the little kid was removed from the conversation. <span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.89;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Fen answered, seeing that neither of her other two dumbfounded teammates had anything substantial to say. She went over and bent down to Crisanto's level, meeting his red eyes with her pink ones.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.89;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"I like your name, Cris. It's a bit long, but it says that one day you'll become a real man who'll stand up and think for himself. Like a hero." These were simple words, meant to placate an innocent mind with over-the-top suggestions. Now onto the real stuff. Fen needed to speak the truth without doing so in a way that would sound heavy, or adult-like.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.89;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"If she doesn't mind, it looks like we're about to become Cyzarine's teammates. And you know grown-ups don't <span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">play <span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">with each other anymore, not in the way you like to."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.89;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">No, we don't play with each other. We play with each other's desires, perceptions, and loyalties. Human beings, on the large scale, are nothing more than tools. That's how the economy and government works. But if you look a little closer, on the individual scale, there's plenty of room for close relationships to grow. Intent is everything.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.89;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"Being teammates means something a little different from being friends. It means that, when things get serious, we're expected to stand up for each other and achieve things together. So that the goals of the group are more important than those of the individuals. Does that make sense?" She cocked her head to the side, querying the small boy.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.89;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Fen stood up and looked over each of her teammates one by one. All that was needed now was Cyzarine's consent, and they'd be good to go. As for what she'd told Crisanto... it was sentimental fluff, meant to answer a little kid's questions while implying a moral that they of the team would need to abide by if anything happened. Things didn't always go so smoothly in reality, but it was about time the heiress admitted verbally where her loyalties lie. Not to her business, not to Zanipher. But in the moment, when it really mattered.

'What do you think, Cyz?" she asked.