Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5494158-20160625184220/@comment-5494158-20160713064110

"I'm not sure myself, to be honest..." Beryl responded, still pondering on the situation to herself. The idea of this being an alternate reality of some type didn't strike her as a possibility. She couldn't imagine a Grimm having enough power to do such a thing, let alone one as small as the variant they encountered. Even so, they couldn't exactly rule out these possibilities until proven otherwise.

"As far as we know, Grimm aren't capable of having semblances. So...maybe it's a natural ability? Sorta like how dragons can breath fire?" Beryl began thinking aloud on this, trying to sort out the potential explanations. At the same time however, she was clearly still concerned with her friend. Shula still hadn't emerged yet, leaving Beryl to look at the surroundings for any sign of her. As she glanced over the area however, something didn't feel quite right to her...a sudden feeling of warmth, which currently seemed to be creeping up her back...

"Hm...?" Beryl paused for a moment on sensing this, slowly looking over her shoulder; Only to be met with the fierce glow of a fire. Specifically, a fire that had suddenly engulfed part of her scarf. "A-AHH!!" Shouting in surprise, she immediately took it off and tried to put it out. Unfortunately, all of her attempts to dissolve the fire were unsuccessful. Growing increasingly frantic as her scarf burned, she resorted to one last option; Now running over to the pond Shula had spotted earlier, she quickly submerged her scarf in the water. Under normal circumstances this would have worked...though upon touching the water, the flames only seemed to burst out more violently, rather than immediately fizzling.

"W-What?! NO!!" Beryl cried out in confusion and pure dismary at the situation, as she now could only watch as her scarf was fully engulfed by the fire. It only took a few moments for the process of it being turned into ash, but from Beryl's point of view, it felt like an eternal moment of agony. Reaching out feebly for the remains of her scarf, her hand and head slowly lowered as the last few ashes blew away in the wind. Audible sobbing could be heard from Beryl at this point, as she slowly began to tear up; The wolf-like ears on top of her head also folding back in the process.

"W-Why...? Why did...?" She muttered under her breath, unable to control her sobbing at this point, "S-Sis...I'm sorry...I couldn't...I couldn't keep it safe..."