Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5180556-20141011113708/@comment-7497475-20141011115731

Hanging upside down on the wing of Iris, Citrine swung gently with her arms dangling below her.

"Trystin.... this is boring. Why do I have to go alone? They couldn't wait even a few hours?"

Trystin walked underneath her as he packed several boxes in the hold.

"Hey, if we want a business I've got to do this. You know that. Besides, you are perfectly capable of doing this without me. I'll only be busy for a couple of hours, all you've got to do is shoot a few Grimm and keep them happy."

Frowning at her brother as he smiled at her, Citrine let out a quiet hmph before sliding off the bullhead. Easily flipping upright, she grabbed Perish from the locker at the edge of the courtyard. Making her way to her sniping seat, she sat down and did her best to sulk at Trystin. She found it more difficult when he passed her the box of her high-explosive rounds.

"Look, just blow a few up ok? Keep yourself positive about this, it's how we get by. I'll be done before you know it. Now, we should get going."

Closing up the hold, Trystin entered the cockpit and fired up the engines.