Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20150821064137/@comment-13593058-20150829045550

The chirping of birds signaled the rise of new day. In the bushes by the dorms, Asher shot up from his hidden place after being knocked unconscious by his fall.

"Rayne?" He called out. "Rayne!" He departed the thicket in search of her.

He checked various areas before stumbling upon the courtyard. It was devastated by a Lichtenberg figure (lightning tree, a scar left by a lightning strike). At the origin of the tree laid a scythe, Rayne 's scythe, with a white and red rag caught blowing with the wind.

"No..."

He ran towards the weapon in desperation only to stop a few feet and drop you his knees. His heart sank. Could this be it?

"What are you doing?" A weak and raspy voice called out from behind him.

Asher's eyes widened in disbelief as be turned his head to face the voice. Of course, he was greeted  by Rayne,  sporting a brand new coat but her attire was a little roughed up. Her complexion, still cold and expressionless. Asher managed to stammer out a few words, "I...I thought you..."

"I went to the washroom," Rayne replied, "or am I not allowed?" She coughed a few times before recovering and began modestly rubbing her throat. She produced her notepad and pen once again and the scribbling began, "And before you ask what happened..." and she leaned in to give Asher a quick peck on his cheek.

"So, what happened?" Asher probed as be recovered from Rayne's affection.

"I got lucky, any other Dust type and I would have fried. Fortunately, electricity is quite easy to deal with. Just give it an easier route to go and it will follow."

Rayne closed her eyes as she remembered what happened.

As Vale clenched her fist around her legs and the tattoos under her arm began to charge, Rayne knew she had to think fast.

She stuck her staff right back into the blade to reform her weapon. She then withdrew it from the ground only to skewer the blade through Vale's forearm where her tattoos were located and straight into the pavement just as the energy was released. Her scythe turned bright red as the surge of electricity ran through it, heating it up and burning her hands. However, Rayne had effectively grounded Vale's attempted both figuratively and literally.

She opened her eyes again with Asher removing the notepad and pen from her delicate hands and gently examined her injuries.

"Do they hurt?" He asked out of concern. "A bit." she replied softly. She stared towards the roof of the buildings nearby and locked eyes with her opponent crouching by the ledge, observing but clearly not willing to fight again.

Vale looked at her arm where Rayne had punctured a slit through it. It look cleaned and carefully patched up, something she herself had no idea how to poproperly perform, at laast wiwith ssuch hhigh efficiency. The coat on be back was tarnished and ripped with a gapping hole on it.