Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25582638-20160610195851/@comment-5999656-20160611002723

Automne liked doing parkour here. In the older part of town, the buildings were closer together, making it easier to leap from one rooftop to the next. Sure, maybe she was kinda sorta trespassing, but that would only be a problem if someone could catch her. And no one ever could. The only person she knew who could keep up with her was her teammate, and even he slowed down after just a few minutes. The fox Faunus slid down a rampart and launched herself over a mandmade crevasse, soaring through the air for a few seconds before slamming into the patio of the next and rolling to absorb impact.

In the city, crammed with people of all backgrounds and races, all clamoring (and trying to get your money), Automne found that the place of most solitude was high up, where few people could be found. And it was in these alone times that Automnes mind wandered, thinking not only of where to land next but also, in a sidetracked way, of how far she'd come in just seventeen years.

''From the slums of Menagerie to the basement of a killer to the mansion of the two coolest grandparents you could dream of, and now to Beacon Academy. ''It was quite a journey for a teenage girl, and Automne felt quite confidently that the last few years of her life had been the happiest. She had loving guardians and savvy friends, a team with three dudes who reciprocated her concern for them, and a bright future. So even if it was a bit early to think so optimistically, and even if bookwork was hard for her, Automne felt good about herself. And after that pathetic mess that was supposed to be a White Fang meeting a week earlier, the Faunus had nothing ridiculous to worry about.

Then again, she thought, slowing and taking a seat on the edge of the rooftop to catch her breath, things weren't perfect. Her two girlfriends had been put into a team, but instead of bonding and growing stronger, the experience seemed to have torn them apart. It was a lametable situation, but Automne recognized that sometimes there was nothing you could do about it.

Automne Reynard, Arden Bell. A human name and a faunus name, the contrast of both seemed to represent a sort of split between the street urchin of the past and the affluent university student of the present. It had been long enough that she, A-whatever, had begun to look back at her past and wonder if it was possible to reconcile these two lives.

She gave a long, slow exhale, finally looking up to see the fancy, sorta gothic house in front of her. But as she rose and prepared to take the next leap, she looked down and spotted a certain familiar individual.

''Is that... Cyzarine?''

Without thinking too hard about it, she coruched down and ropped parallel to the wall of her current building, using haphazard bricks and window ledges to descend foot by foot. When she was just ten feet above the ground, she let go and fell the remaining distance, landing on all four to spread the impact, tail extended into empty space for balance before standing on two feet again.

"Hi there, Cyzarine!" Automne called as she plodded near. She stopped two feet away and saw that the girl had some sketchbook in her hands.

"It's been a while, and I just happened to see you here of all places. How are you doing?"