Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20160207063839/@comment-25582638-20160423122231

Before Platinum could finish her sentence, Raizel suddenly punched her face. Hard.

“Step aside my ass! '''You. Step. Aside'''!” the rebel pointed at her leader to emphasize her point.

“So alright, you were preaching about justice this, justice that and now you're just going “eliminate the threat to our sh*tty collective security”. What are you, a f*ckin' moron?! There are literally thousands of “threat to our collective security” other than Cyzarine or worst so why didn't you start going after them, huh? 'Oh, I'll just eliminate Cyzarine', is what you're thinking? Tch. What a sham.” -- Cyzarine could barely control shock. Her eyes widened that instance, swallowing her saliva and kept her mouth close as much as possible. It wasn't those faded scars that shocked her. Rather, it was Automne's willingness to tell her what had happened when she was imprisoned for almost a year as well as trusting her a secret. Not many people put their trust on someone they've just met, right?

She listened intently, seemingly calm but her hands were gripping the edge of the bench tightly. Automne's words made more sense as she remembered how her thoughtless actions led to many troubles in the past, including what she had done to Fen. As bad as it sounds, Cyzarine merely treated those reflexes as normal reaction to danger until now.

I thought that if there was any way people could relate to you, it'd be by learning what you had to go through

Cyzarine thought that the fox faunus felt the same vibe from her, being a victim of torture too. And she certainly hit the spot. Actually, the young girl was feeling...... relieved? She doesn't know but her conversation with Automne was a big thumbs up.

Her shoulders jerked a little when the fox faunus asked if it also happened to her. She looked to the side again before mustering up her courage to look at Automne.

“Yes. It has been.... less than a year since it happened.” the young girl swallowed her saliva again, her teeth gritted behind the closed lips. The fox has been honest. And she'll do the same.

“I'm a former soldier of BOB. It happened back in Atlas branch before I was posted here in Vale. We were tasked to kill a.... mentally ill man. He captured me when I saved my dog from his bomb trap and brought me..... there, an ice rink colored red due to the blood of the corpses. ”

The young girl then realized how fresh that memory is, something she thought that was already buried in the depths of her consciousness. It has been a long damn time and yet it's still there, slowly making it's way back to the surface. Her skin suddenly felt cold creeping all over her body. Cyzarine responded by pulling her jacket closer.

She was silent for a moment, looking down on the ground as she stomached the surging illusions that her mind is creating. Now's not the right time to deal with her fears again recreated in her head.

Eventually, Cyzarine pulled the purple scarf wrapped around her neck, revealing the thick scar that formed a semi-circle on her neck that was once stitched neatly. Before that, staples were used as an emergency to seal her wound.

“He almost got me, but the blade wasn't deep enough to reach my carotid arteries.” Her face turned solemn. “Months went by, and more problems surfaced.”

She pointed at her therapy headphones.

“And I need this just to hear like a normal person.”

“Are you really alright with this? Telling me something that you haven't told your friends?” she asked, still somewhat bothered about it.