Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20151203041840/@comment-7489529-20151204052317

With a firm tug, Sylvaine pulled the weapon free of the natural barrel she had created. Giving it a nudge with her semblance, the barrel collapsed, and the vines were free to take nature's course.

"My grandfather gave me this weapon before i went to Signal, though i customised it myself."

She ran her hands lovingly over the frame of the gun. It reminded her of her grandfather, a wise, patient old man, quick with an often cringeworthy joke, but kind nonetheless.

"I am good at sniping, yes, but my grandfather is better. Oh, you should see him work..."

Sylvaine's voice trailed off as she became lost in the memory of the day her grandfather first showed her how to snipe, how to take into account wind speed and bullet drop, and everything in between.