Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160722105819/@comment-25924729-20161129142856

She watched him leave sadly, but made no move to stop Eridius. The boy seemed nice, albeit very strange. His words still rang clear in Jett's mind:

''Your disability is a hurdle you need to get over, not something invincible to hold you forever. If you really wanted to join the SAINTS, you'd find a way to get over this...rock."''

Sighing softly, she sank back into her bed, deep in thought ...How do I get past this "rock"... wonder if I'll meet Eridius again?... She mused, as sleep finally enveloped her in its blissful hold.

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(Two weeks later...)

"Ngghhh!! Dammit stop running!"

The beowulf darted in a zigzag motion around Jett, as if mocking her. She fired a harpoon at it, but the beast dodged and ran behind her.

"Sit still, you four legged arsehole!!"

Jett frantically spun around to face it, though this proved extremely difficult. The ballistic glass floor of Narreau's holographic training arena provided little traction for her wheelchair. Beneath her wheels, an array of HyDE devices projected a virtual forest around her, complete with moving Grimm targets.

This time, she took careful aim before firing. To her delight, the barbed tip pierced artificial fur and flesh. Sensing movement, the holograms shifted that the beowulf appeared to be dragged away. With a smirk, Jett drew a dagger and stabbed it.



Jett glanced at the display screen with a laugh, as she reloaded a fresh harpoon and resumed training.