Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20180831104140/@comment-5999656-20181114060249

Farran feels the doctor's grip on him suddenly loosen, and half a second later the world begins twirling around him as he freefalls, black sky beneath him and the rustling of grey foliage unmistakable and screeching metal overhead. Hunter's instinct kicks in as Farran grits his teeth, struggling to replicate the results from more than five years ago, back when he was catapulted over a cliff in an elaborate team-building ceremony.

Careening as he is, however, he barely catches sight of a tree trunk before it smacks him in the face. Farran's head flies back even as his gauntlets shoot out in front of him, digging into anything and everything that might slow his aerial descent. Branches and leaves are skewered around him, and he lands in a tumbled heap on the spongy forest floor. Lights flash frantically in Farran's eyes, and he can taste the bitter metallic taste of blood in his mouth. His hand comes instinctively to his nose, only to come away dripping red. He sits up as soon as he can manage, even though the world is still spinning around him. He takes deep breaths, trying to get his vision to clear as his face throbs painfully.

It's unclear how many minutes have passed before the young Huntsman finally reorients himself in the scene he now finds himself in. Thick black smoke billows upwards in the distance. Farran tears his vest off and holds it to his face, leaving him topless as he tries to stem the bloodflow from his broken nose.

His prey must still be near, and in worse shape than him, given that they aren't trained as he is. But Farran doesn't think keeping up the chase at this point is worth it. It's not as though he's desperate for money anyway. He can always just regroup with Titania and come back another time to finish the job. How far would they get, anyway?

Speaking of Titania... Farran realizes that she must be in better shape than he is, not having been thrown off a cliff and all. If someone is to continue the chase, isn't she the best candidate?

Having come to his conclusion, Farran reaches for his Scroll, miraculously unbroken inside his pants pocket. He types out a short message, assuring her of his continued existence, and also no so subtly suggesting that she take over his role.

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Titania, standing over the prone body of the passed-out driver, feels her Scroll buzz and checks the message. After a long moment, she sighs, and closes it with an audible click. She begins to set off in a brisk run for the cliffside.