Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20151203145629/@comment-25924729-20151226090346

Seeing the various objects in the warehouse only confused Laura. The test was almost too easy that she suspected a trap or hidden symbolism somewhere, but couldn't find any tricks to it, even after a period of thinking and inspecting the stuff. Just mindless carnage?

She gingerly picked up a wooden chair leg and swung at a rack full of glass bottles, resulting in a tremendous crash and shattering of glass which made her jump. She moved through the warehouse with her makeshift weapon, batting at random objects while feeling absolutely ridiculous. She was already timid enough by nature, nobody had to teach her to 'control her emotions'.

Sensing someone watching, she turned to find Vale watching her with an amused expression from atop a large wooden crate, easily the sturdiest object in the warehouse. The cat faunus jumped down and took her hands, guiding the bat towards the crate while speaking softly.

"That's not how you vent. You must feel it, your hate, your regrets, picture it as a solid object. An enemy that you finally face after ages of self restraint..." Laura gave her a weird look, but played along. "Picture the person you hate most, the cause for you're life's misery..."

Laura closed her eyes, and strangely, the image of her father popped into mind. She never really thought of him as 'the one i hate most', but now, she felt an irresistable urge to beat in the smug look on the old man's face as he made her old mother suffer endless chores and petty whims without a hint of remorse.'' What kind of husband does that?! To his own family? For salvaged pride? For reputation?! ''

Vale sensed the heathen stiffen in her grip, and smiled. She added her own twist of power, tattoos glowing white on her skin and leaned closer to whisper. "...now release!"

The crate went flying, crushing countless other objects as it rolled across the warehouse and splintered to toothpick size shards of wood on the opposite wall. The girls watched mayhem unfold, and smiled with satisfaction.

For the next ten minutes, the crash, thump and ringing of breaking glass and furniture being tossed around echoed through the warehouse...