Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27743663-20161125025753/@comment-28185759-20161202064104

The last person of the group didn't have such luxuries of traversing the barren wasteland like the others. Wearing a ankle length hooded cloak bought from the nearest settlement, the young man slowly trekked his way through the sand filled terrain. As this was a personal matter, he wasn't able to use company resources to hire transportation. Which meant he had to make the journey by himself, through his own means.

Occasionally, he activated his semblance at timed intervals to provide him with camoflauge during his journey to the designated point. Mainly as an act to avoid any form of lifeform that could be found in the desert, and as an act of training.

Although, under the unwavering movements of the cloak lies him sweating and exhausted. Never did he ever traverse the desert and nor was he prepared for it. The climate change from Atlas to the wasteland was almost too much for him. It was a surprise that he hasn't collapsed from heatstroke. The two canteens that he bought alongside the cloak were already almost depleted, with one barely holding a quarter of its capacity.

Just as he was about to take a small break to regain some sort of stamina, he takes out his tablet scroll and uses the camera to scout out his surroundings. He zoomed onto the horizon, looking for any instance of a structure that could resemble a meeting point. It wasn't long till he found a particular structure that stuck out from the desert terrain.

With haste, he forgone his break and made a last run towards the structure. Although he was able to locate his destination, it still took some time to make it over there. As he arrived, he even more exhausted then before. Confirming that there were people there, he breathed a sigh of relief. But he also felt awkward as he was the last to arrive.

Before making any sort of conversation, he collapsed onto his bottom and removed his hood; showing his face and his distinctive hairstyle. Taking the last canteen he had, he chugged the rest of the water, making sure none dripped out.

"Apologies for being late." He began as he put away his the canteen. "I wasn't as fortunate as to procure a proper means of transportation. The climate difference between here and Atlas is amazing. I've read about it but experiencing it is another thing. Name is Cordama Verviel, from Atlas as you already know."

He then looks towards the lax man that was laying down. "I pressume you're Gillian, the one who sent this message?"

Cordama asked while taking out his tablet scroll whlist displaying the message as a proof of authenticity.