Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20170705042341

Lustra Chamberlain leaned against the sunburnt brick wall of Lazuli Spring's single town library, arms crossed pensively and one leg propped against the rough red surface. The shops around her were all closed, dead in the silence of a quiet Sunday morning in the middle of nowhere.

Having come all the way here in an effort to sever herself from all vestiges of her old life, Lustra was surprised when she'd received a message informing her that a Huntress-in-training was looking for a mentor shadowing mission in the area. Most perplexing of all was that the student who had issued the mission was from Beacon Academy, which as everyone knew was effectively defunct for the time being. Why come all the way here just to walk in the footsteps of a professional Hunter for a few days? There was no credit to be gained, and it just seemed like too much of a hassle for any knowledge that could be gained from such a brief excursion.

Lustra hadn't planned to take on the mission at first. Instead, it was Jindai who had prodded her into accepting the young charge. He'd wheedled at first, and then when she remained doubtful, got the rest of his team to dare her into taking it on. Look at the paycheck for this one, they'd said. Aren't you supposed to be a star Huntress? Don't tell me you're scared of a sixteen year old girl? Besides, she can probably tell you the state of things in Vale. Aren't you worried about your friends back home?

And so Lustra told herself that there shouldn't be too much to worry about. She just had to take this Cyzarine Bluthardt to take out some endemic Grimm, dispense a few gems of wisdom along the way, and make sure the girl never got in over her head. Easy peasy.

Still, she couldn't shake the growing apprehension she felt in the pit of her stomach. She never was much good with kids, and during her time in school she'd always pretty much ignored all the underclassmen. How was a good mentor supposed to act?

Lustra uncrossed her arms and reached her right hand out, watching as an ivy tattoo slowly coiled its way up her forearm. Her face was expressionless as she examined the detail on the projection: the shiny glint of ink reflecting the sun's rays, the wispy tendrils reaching around her arm. The small black ant that crawled up the vine, antennae twitching curiously, before both the ant and the vine vanished without leaving a single trace behind.

A commonly accepted but unverified theory behind semblances was that they were tied in some way to their user's nature, Lustra mused. Beyond that, the interpretation of their origin varied wildly. Are they a manifestation of our true selves? Of our deepest desires? By tempering our semblances, are we embracing the supernatural within ourselves, shaping with our own hands that which is inherently uncomprehendable?

Damned if her deepest desire was to be someone else. All she knew was of the countless hours upon hours she'd spent practicing in front of a mirror in order to perfect the realism of her illusions. Learning how to replicate an Atlesian android's machinery perfectly, how to take on the image of a human Grimm, or a Mistralian thug.

Anyway...... she was digressing big time, as was her habit when she had time to herself and the atmosphere was so lonely. No need to get all deep with the pseudoscience. Besides, this Cyzarine would probably get bored of anything that didn't involve their mission in some way. 