Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20170705042341/@comment-25582638-20170707000033

Cyzarine's shoulder loosened subtly, appearing relieved when the Huntress got down to business. Their exchange of pleasantries was short but decent, which the teenager found more comfortable than tackling the hi, how are you? rote dialogue.

Without thinking, she crossed her hands in parade rest behind her back while listening quietly to Lustra.

Cyzarine found the plan rather simple in terms of explanation. In the surface, it sounded like an adventure field trip. However, if digested well, one would find that the execution of the plan was full of challenges. Town-hopping in the middle of the desert would sound fantastic given one have the basic necessities to survive. Imagine running out of battery and whatnot, things would get pretty nasty. Additionally, back in the paramilitary, she'd experienced camping under the mountains near Benilde City, taking shifts at endless nights of winter and looking out for Grimm, bears, and wolves. And avalanche too so everyone could run for their lives. But in the desert, Cyzarine thought that she would routinely encounter cobras and scorpions. Perhaps sandstorms later on.

Cyzarine didn't know the mission’s level of difficulty yet but since this was a Huntress-level mission, it would be the best to stick close to the Huntress. It felt like Lustra was going all out with this one.

She took a picture of the important numbers listed on Lustra's Scroll, opting to save them to her contact list later. Although she felt a little uncomfortable to talk, Cyzarine was glad to hear that Lustra was being considerate to talk about what they might disagree on. It was very refreshing in contrast to the unspoken “follow without question” policy of her family.

Then unexpectedly, the Huntress revealed her weapons to the teenager: a war fan and a staff. Cyzarine eyed them closely, being a prospective weapons designer. She’d dealt with staves before but for some reason they weren't her cup of tea. She found it hard to improve them, especially when they had no other forms. Also, she was more focused with shorter melee weapons for Dust manipulation, which dominated her current arsenal. With that, Cyzarine shifted her attention to the fan.

The black fan with eight sharp edges. Are they fixed or detachable? Cyzarine wanted to ask. She'd personally never dealt with fans, particularly when they weren't needed in the freezing cities of Atlas. However, now that the existence of the fan seemed to scream for her attention, the teenager found herself gazing at the soon-to-be specimen for a Dust experiment.

Observing the Huntress behind the safety of her eyewear, Cyzarine found that Lustra was formal without making the teenager feel forced to act more formal. Whether it was natural or simply a front, Cyzarine had no way of knowing but it was nice so far. Still, because they were strangers, they simply acted upon a behavior that was acceptable in their first meeting. Being formal and nice seemed to be the common ground, Cyzarine mused. Testing the waters would probably be next, which she had to be cautious lest she wanted a one way ticket to hell.

Just as Lustra was about to start with the Q&A session, sound of multiple engines roared towards them, signalling the big trouble that Cyzarine had been escaping.

This is very bad, Cyzarine thought, freezing slightly at the sight of Lustra looking at her with crossed arms. In that instance, the teen regretted not incapacitating the gang first before coming to the Huntress.

Initially, Cyzarine wanted to tell Lustra that she, indeed, did something given the consequence of trying to get back her motorcycle. However, she felt that it would do more harm than good, so she immediately discarded the idea.

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Leading the motorcycle gang was a man with spiky red hair in the middle of his scalp. Metal piercings were all over his face from ears to lips and his snake-like tongue. He sneered at the older female, not liking her overtly cool attitude that he’d interpreted “you're not worth my time.” Obviously, she’s a Huntress. But she wasn't they were after.

Well, he didn't give a damn if the woman’s a Huntress. The gang outnumbered her and the brat tenfold.

“Tsk. Ya can go ahead, woman! We ain't need yer t**s,” he roared, getting off his motorcycle with a large revolver in his left hand. He pointed it menacingly at the teen who had stopped halfway from turning to follow Lustra.

“But we’ll. Have. Hers,” the man then leered at Cyzarine. “And you're gonna pay, you little sh*t. You think you can just walk away after f*cking up our boss and everyone, huh?!”

Cyzarine kept her mouth closed as as she stepped back. She wanted to walk away. But at the same time, she couldn't turn her back at the face of the gun and small fries despite her Aura. It felt as though she would be facing a firing squad if she did. Simply put, she didn't know if she would be able to react on time to dodge the bullet.

The teen then looked behind- at the Huntress. Despite being cautious, Lustra was still walking away. Cyzarine didn't know what the Huntress was thinking at the moment but the act of confidently shrugging off the threat felt surreal. However, she’d chosen the Huntress to mentor her. If that was the case, Cyzarine should be ready to trust Lustra, a sound simple logic buried by tons of uncertainty.

At that, the young girl stuffed her hands on her pocket, spun, and took slightly rigid steps, following Lustra.

“The hell?! You! Stop right there! Ya hear me?!” the man shouted, cocking the revolver’s hammer. Cyzarine clenched her hands inside the pocket, readying the Wind Dusts to be unleashed at the moment’s notice.

Just move fast….

“You f*ckin’ looking down ON US?!”

Then, a gunshot echoed. A strong gust of wind deflected the bullet, followed by unrelenting sounds of gunshots barreling towards the duo.