Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11644980-20140120024351/@comment-11644980-20140120174432

Safran Reise- homeless orphan and parkour extrordinaire- snuck out from behind the crates as a few dock workers took to moving them about. He made sure to avoid all line of sight using other crates, barrels, and other assorted dock clutter until he had a straight shot at the massive, looming cliff-face that guarded Beacon Academy. Then he took a deep breath before bolting at the cliff-face.

Moments before full-on running into the wall, he kicked up, his bare feet glowing saffron. Then he started running straight up the ciff, his feet leaving behind glowing saffron points that quickly faded away after he stepped off of them. As he rose the points grew dimmer and his progress slowed, until he ended up standing on a rockycrag with a single foot. Then he quickly hopped along a series of these small ledges- building up momentum- and grabbed a handhold on the wall. The saffron glow came from his hands now, and his dangerous forward progress came to a complete halt as he flung himself upwards once more.

Steady as she goes, the youth thought to himself. It was a tall cliff, to be certain, but he was confident he'd eventually make it to the top, nevertheless.