Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25582638-20160610195851

It was Saturday noon when thin, gray clouds wholly shrouded the kingdom of Vale. Cool winds sweeped gently through the streets and forests with tree branches and evergreen, thin bamboos swaying along. In the distance, dark storm clouds loomed over the horizon, beckoning slowly the raging waves of the sea towards the cargo docks and shores. Nevertheless, the hurricane was weak according to weather forecast, thus explaining the unhampered restlessness of the streets, albeit not as busy on weekdays.

“Woo-hoo! Weeeee!” a young boy wearing a small white helmet held his hands in the air gleefully as he plunged fast to a 60-storeyed building's rooftop, an ironic scene if Crisanto have a death wish in such an early age and accepted it without fear.

Well, perhaps. He did beg for this but without the death part. This was to exaggerate whatever was running in the girl's mind.

BOOM!

Without warning, a thunderous sound likened to a released, compressed air rang beneath him, decelerating his descent to the rooftop. Preferably, their descent. He was clinging behind the young girl's back.

Cyzarine Bluthardt kept her momentum by running as soon as she landed, knowing well her body exert more energy to move forward if she stopped. The young girl also chose to conserve Wind Dusts so she temporarily discontinued her jumping marathon. Her purple sunglasses obscured her dark blue eyes as well as fluttering scarf over her mouth.

“Your mother won't be happy when she finds out!” she said, sounding quite unconcerned rather than worried. It couldn't be denied Cyzarine also sounded to be looking for it to happened.

“You mean, ifshe finds out!” Crisanto grinned at her mistress, making the young girl shook her head sideways before proceeding to free fall from the building.

They were rushing to the Bluthardt's orphanage using a shortcut route to be on schedule. As for why they did it and why it happened, there was a delay in their previous activity in which Cyzarine was at fault. She did say they could apologize for being five minutes late to Chloe Springfield-De La Realeza, Crisanto's mother, but he insisted on this route. Was it just her or the young lion faunus has been waiting to do this dangerous stunt? She knew he's an adrenaline junkie, always excited to do physical activities rather than sitting on the couch tapping and playing games on the Scroll.

It was also her fault when she, out of amusement, told the young faunus what would happen to his body if he doesn't move it more everyday. Scaring him a bit about obesity might be one of her unforgettable experiences in life.

In the midst of thinking of how it came to this situation, Cyzarine caught a glimpse of the orphanage upon maneuvering around a tall building. She released another wind blast before landing on an outskirt and jogged to the street, mentally counting how many blocks were they from the establishment.

“Here we are.”

“Yippee!”

She gently put down the lion faunus while he removed his helmet and combed his golden hair with hands in front of a barber shop's glass window. The duo then took their time plodding up the inclined street since they were now ahead of Crisanto's schedule to play with the orphans.

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“Are you sure you won't come in, Lady Cyzarine? It would be nice if the children get to know you.”

The young girl waved her hand with a small smile at Mavelle. “Maybe, one day. There are a lot of things I have to attend for now due to my siblings' absence. And uh, you can call me in my name only.”

“I understand.” the song thrush faunus nodded in understanding before glancing behind upon hearing her name and bowing her head slightly at Cyzarine. “Oh, I have to go now. Please take care of yourself. Have a pleasant afternoon, Cyzarine.”

“You too.” the young girl responded as Mavelle closed white gates, in which beyond it was a two-storeyed, medieval-like, large brown house surrounded by lush grasses, assorted flowers, and trees recently renovated from being one floor only. All with hidden surveillance cameras protecting the area.

Cyzarine inadvertently sighed, looking up at the gray skies for a moment then grabbed the black satchel bag hanging on her shoulder to bring out her sketch book.

She wasn't able to finish her drawing earlier but at least she made a quick framework of the scene. It'll be up to her to fill up the details. Maybe go somewhere quiet other than Amethyst Belt to finish the drawing and take a nap. 