Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20160706035642/@comment-5220636-20160708034030

Zi had already been awake for around half an hour by the time she got the message from Professor Port on her scroll, having just finished breakfast and about to clean up the mess she'd made in her apartment kitchen. She'd set the dishes on the already high pile of dirty ones, taking her scroll from her shirt pocket to check what was going on before finally getting to work on cleaning the kitchen.

When she saw that Professor Port was the one who'd sent the message, she put on a confused frown, but if he was contacting her it was probably important in some way or another. Though she did give a disappointed look at the pile of dirty dishes, she focused on the message that Port had sent - to meet him in his school office as soon as possible, and to be prepared for a mission.

Instantly putting the problems of her apartment aside, Zi strode over to her bedroom to prepare. She quickly got dressed, haphazardly draping her scarf around her neck before taking Jì Cìdāo from a chest below her bed and extending it to check its condition. Satisfied, she folded it back up and slung its strap over her shoulder, being sure to put a small box of Dust ammunition and other essentials, such as a sharpener for the speartip, into a messenger bag.

Pulling her hair back and quickly putting it into a messy bun, Zi walked out of her apartment, locked the door, and started down the hallway.

"Alright, Port, let's see what the big deal is." She took a deep breath, looking at her scroll one last time before heading down the stairs and leaving the apartment building.

Zi hurried to catch a cheap airlift to Beacon Academy, stepping out onto the landing pad as soon as the craft had touched down, hefting up Cidao's strap, and quickly making her way off of memory to Professor Port's office.