Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20170705042341/@comment-5999656-20170713050119

Lustra listened to Cyzarine's response with a quizzical head tilt. Interpersonal drama amongst team members was practically a given, but the vague way in which Cyzarine worded it made the Huntress feel that maybe the girl didn't really get on with her teammates. The giveaway was her inability to describe the most defining traits of her team members. From experience, Lustra knew that even a meaningful five-minute conversation could be enough to form a basic profile about someone. So for Cyzarine to be unable to even distinguish them verbally... there must have been some major mental walls between her and her team.

Why is it that every subject we touch on seems to be sensitive? Lustra mused amusedly. These basic questions were commonplace conversation starters, and stimulated extroverts could go on for ages about these topics. And yet their exchange was stilted, limited.

It means we are unusual.

''Perhaps not just unusual. Perhaps because we are dangerous.''

Dangerous, that was it, Lustra realized. This very quality of theirs was literally displayed in front of each other less than an hour ago. Of course behavior like that stemmed from personal past experiences.

''So we can't talk about the past, and we probably can't talk about the future. Then the only topic we can really delve into is... the present. The here and now.''

Lustra noticed that their walk was guiding them out of the rundown buildings at the edge of the Spring and onto the wide, flat road that curved into the dusty horizon. Scraggly yellow bushes and tall, thin cacti dotted the landscape around them. To their left, an impressive array of plateaus and canyon formations were visible. They would be able to camp in the shade there when the sun was at its peak.

Naturally, that was where the local Grimm nested as well. Time to continue the lecture.

"I'm going to have us follow the road for some time until we get directly parallel to that triangular stone formation over there," Lustra said, pointing at a particularly monolithic outcropping. "We can branch out from there since it's good to establish a waypoint before we leave the road."

"The road should be safe during the day, but there are lots of incidences of bandit highwaymen ambushing travelers at night. Usually they're not a big deal, just want to hold people up until they cough up some Lien, but be on your guard just in case."

They continued for a while longer in silence. After the lack of conversation became palpable, Lustra cleared her throats and decided to introduce a new subject.

"I don't think I've shown you my semblance," she said lightly, turning to Cyzarine again. "I call it Receiving Eyes, but basically I'm able to cloak myself in whatever illusions I can imagine. Check it out."

Lustra stared intently at Cyzarine, looking the girl up and down. She was memorizing the details on her headphones, the natural dumpling of her clothes... Lustra took a deep breath, and with a dramatic top-down shimmer she had taken on Cyzarine's appearance. She tugged her black hoodie up and gave a teasing smile from behind the dark purple shades. Aside from their slight height difference and different face shape, the loose clothing allowed her to take on an appearance that was very close to that of a Cyzarine clone.

"What do you think? It's pretty neat, huh? Think you can show me yours?" Lustra said with barely concealed playfulness. Her semblance lacked offensive properties and was very versatile. Many Huntsmen and Huntresses, she knew, though, could have positively explosive gifts. If semblances were tied to the soul, then what would Cyzarine's say about her?