Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-28948646-20161025175617

''Flying. I hate flying!! ''Yuriy thought to herself. Being off the ground always frightened Yuriy, boats, airships, even some cars made her sick from time to time; so it was no surprise then, as she and her peers careened off the side of the cliff gracefully, Yuriy tumbled awkwardly through the air, flailing and writhing frantically to gain some semblance of balance as the canopy of the forest below rose up to greet her.

Yuriy very breifly recalled the events that had lead up to this sad point.

The morning of her initiation was, all things considered, pleasant by comparison. She'd eaten well, met some nice folks, and the fresh air was nice until she was about to die. Yuriy recalled standing on the edge of the cliff, feeling a pit in her stomach even before the headmaster gave his short speech. ''Landing strategy..? Landing, falling, oh heavens why can't I just climb down?!'' She looked around at her peers, they all seemed so much more prepared than her, with all their fancy guns and gear- Yuriy gently gripped the shaft of Richter Magnus, drawing it after a moment as she noticed everyone else taking their own weapons out. She took a deep breath, racking her brain for any plan she could to get her down to the ground in one piece.

Too late! Yuriy's feet left the ground, catapulted by the platform she stood on. In a panic, she grabbed with her semblance for the stone of the cliff, tearing off a considerable chunk as she flew off. 