Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24260323-20150805012917/@comment-26130578-20150909053708

Soon came time for Prism to drop off. Smoothly and silently, she stepped off the ship into the storm, descending onto the vessel. She flung out her razor whip, latching it onto a protruding beam, then yanked hard. She swung herself around and slowed her momentum against gravity before releasing and landing firmly on the desk. Promptly Prism concealed her appearance with her semblance and slipped off to the side to do some reconnaissance.

A White Fang sentry stood on the level below her. Readying her dressage whip, she jumped over the railing and landed directly behind him. He began to turn in surprise, but before he could retaliate, Prism caught him and slit his throat, then let him drop over into the ocean. Assuming there was more than one guard in her area, she set out to eliminate them.