Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20160330064202/@comment-24416658-20161126064904

"You could say that," Nacoma responded, "I'd call it less a job and more a....birth...thing. It's hard to explain." She thought back on her affiliation. There really was no good way of describing it, other than telling the truth. But no, it wasn't time for that. Not yet.

"Hey, everyone?" Seiriol asked the group, earning a thankful sigh from Hafleikr, "Why has everything gotten so quiet?" Anastasia held up a hand for everyone to stop. She was right. No birds, no insects. Absolute silence...

"Perimeter," she called, "Now!" In a flash, the group had split up. Anastasia in front, Hafleikr and Nacoma at other points, the three of them forming basically a triangle. Seiriol brought out her sniper, then leapt up, causing a flurry of dust and wind as her Semblance sent her up much higher than a normal jump. With her rotorpack slowing her descent, she aimed around, scouting.

"Movement!" she called down, "East and west, can't see numbers through the trees!"

"Stay in the center," Anastasia told the villagers, "Lust, Misty, find a spot between Haffy and Nacoma! Cover all angles!" She cocked her gun, having loaded it with fire dust rounds, and waited. they'd be here any second....