Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151107020221/@comment-25582638-20160116062319

Earlier

It didn't take her more than five minutes to realize she's returning to her homeland. Strong desire to visit the main household of the Bluthardt family out of home sickness and love never dominated her consciousness. Sure, she has friendly and professional relationships with majority of her large family but that's the extent of it.

Cyzarine hoped that her grandmother will not summon her to the Scarfsinnhardt's household after this. If given a choice, she would rather have a conversation with her mother despite their relationship.

However, that scenario was not what she really feared.

“Rina? Are you sure about this?” Brunhilde asked the girl worriedly.

“Yes. For as long as I'm wearing it, I'll be alright outside.” Cyzarine replied, referring to the thermal bodysuit she's wearing under her clothes.

The duo shared a room with two beds inside the airship. None of them bothered to greet the guests outside.

The young girl had been tinkering her customized motorcycle ever since they left for Atlas, making sure that its cold proof features are in good condition. Actually, she had kept on checking it every 30 minutes, much to Brunhilde's annoyance.

“Rina, you need to sleep.”

Cyzarine didn't reply, hey eyes focused at the helmet on her hand. At least, she acknowledged what her cousin had said when her hands ceased from moving.

“I need sleeping pills.”

The certainty of re-experiencing worst things that had happened in the past can threaten someone's normality. And she's no exemption.

Present

Cyzarine leapt up to the air with the aid of Reiluft to dodge the slugs. After she landed in all four with a pair of briefcases chained to her left and right wrist, her teeth gritted underneath her helmet. She kept dodging enemy assaults that some of them are being blasted to other Beaconites if she predicted that she can't dodge them. As bad as it sounds, she wasn't in good condition to fight back. It's either she tries to fight and die or be helpful in any other way in the world of living by having the others carry out the “cleaning duties”.

Well, if the environment wasn't against her, it would be a different matter.

A minute after Vert entered the establishment, Cyzarine followed suit and encountered more enemies. She hid behind a pillar as barrage of bullets went after her.

This should do

The girl unlocked the chain on her left wrist and placed the briefcase on the floor. She keyed in combination of numbers and set the timer to two minutes.

It's a good thing she borrowed these things from her home.

Finally away from the unpleasant environment, Cyzarine swiftly put herself together to properly process her surroundings. She peeked a little then hid again from the attack.

''Narreau Technologies are involved? I've seen some of their products before when father brought me to the Atlas military years ago.''

Cyzarine took out half of Adlig Teufel from the right shoulder holster and set the two revolving chambers to Fire and Lightning Dusts.

''Intelligence shouldn't be a problem to them. Background checking is supposed to be strict. To think that they provided this kind of place with high-end technology.......''

If it's all about business then that's very understandable.

On the bottom right of the visor, allies against opposition was being played back.

Marketing and promotional issues aside, running around not knowing where the children are is a waste of time.

When she the gunfire came to a halt, Cyzarine immediately charged from where she hid.

With Reiluft, she reached the enemies' side in a flash and kicked one of the mobs on the stomach, sending him crashing to a wooden table, and jumped forward again with top of the head facing the ground. Twisting midair, Cyzarine was able to Fire-Lightning Dust-infused bullets at, if not all, numerous enemies.

Though none of them didn't fall, lowering their Aura level was her simple goal.

Upon reaching the other side, she hid behind another pillar again, returning fire occasionally to keep the enemies' attention at her. Cyzarine glanced at the time inside the visor.

When the timer turned zero, the briefcase released its locks. The cover shook for a while before 24 Spider Bombs emerged and began crawling on the floor and up the walls.

As soon as the others latched on enemies' body parts or are in close proximity, they set themselves off.

(The spiders are inspired from Starcraft)