Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5180556-20141011113708/@comment-7497475-20141012030442

Keeping herself occupied during the journey by using her semblance to walk up the back wall a bit, Citrine was idly throwing a spare round up above her as she stood on the wall. Being braced by her calves resting against her seat, her semblance was keeping her from falling down.

"We there yet?"

Instead of responding to her, Trystin pulled the bullhead to a stop, making her slip from her perch. As she rolled upright, he kept going.

"Not quite, but we're close."

A few minutes later, he stopped at their destination.

"Ok, this is it. Don't do anything risky alright? Just cull some Grimm. I'll be back soon."

Saluting her brother, Citrine took Perish from it's holster and fell out of the hold. It only took a moment for her to hit the ground, absorbing the impact perfectly from years of experience. Stretching out the force of the blow, she placed Perish on her back and set off towards her destination.