Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20170705042341/@comment-25582638-20170705235015

Standing alone in front of a closed Dust shop, a certain teenage girl squinted her eyes behind the sunglasses at the Scroll held between her hands clothed in black demi-gauntlets. She looked up and surveyed her surroundings, then shifted her gaze back at the Scroll. Her thumbs kept zooming in & out the map, sometimes rotating it for whatever reason. After repeating those actions for a few more minutes, Cyzarine sighed, apparently giving up that her Scroll's GPS would work.

Guess asking around the locals would be the best, Cyzarine pondered as she glanced at the sound of nearby voices to her left. There were three young men sitting at the footsteps of a rundown apartment complex, smoking pots and chatting about...... things.

Suddenly, Cyzarine moved her feet to the left, and walked away from the place with hands stuffed in her pockets. She'd at least remembered the few turns she would take from here. After that, she would climb up a building to get a vantage point of the roadside town to look for the library.

It was supposed glaringly simple to get around. Piece of cake and straightforward. She could meet up with the Huntress on time. --

“You look familiar,” a bald brown man groaned lazily, and occupied the sidewalk with his bulging muscles that instantly blocked her path. His unzipped black motorcycle jacket revealed tattoos and more of his muscles, paired with green camo cargo pants and dark brown boots.

“Excuse me?” Cyzarine said, slightly baffled. She'd seen him leave the bar to her right but didn't expect this confrontation. She could smell the alcohols wafting the air, making her take a step back.

“Gween hair, headphones, scawf, sowd (sword), y'name it,” the man slurred, wobbling on his his feet as he pointed clumsily at her. “You da f*ckin' brat-”

“I'm very sorry, mister. I really have to go. Have a great morning,” Cyzarine cut him off hastily as she circled around the man on the verge of toppling her due to obvious hangover. She pulled up her purple hood as though it could make her disappear.

“Hey! Come back hwere-”

The moment the bald guy pivoted, his weight shifted heavily to the left, wrecking his already-skewed sense of balance. At the same time, a group of men and women in stylish motorcycle jackets streamed out the bar.

“Yo, Marvin! Wacha- hey!” one of the men shouted, and ran to the bald man who had slumped face down on the dirt.

“Dude, isn't that the girl from the city?” a man nudged his friend, gesturing to look at Cyzarine's back. “The one who broke da boss' nose?”

“Holy moly, it's f*ckin' her. Hey guys-”

With one last glimpse behind her, Cyzarine turned down an alley and broke into a sprint. She muttered a few words under her breath as she closed in to a wall, making her demi-gauntlets' palms flash in green that eventually boomed behind her and sent her soaring up to a two-storey building. She looked around the myriad of roofs after landing, and spotted a signage with a word “Library” around two blocks ahead of her. At that, she began running and jumping from roof to roof.

To explain simply, Cyzarine was in the city three nights ago. She'd met distant relatives from her father's side she didn't know, and told them that she would be having a mission at Lazuli Spring, a town beyond the reach of the Bluthardt family. Of course, they'd told her that it was dangerous, emphasizing that the family's foothold in Vacuo was the weakest amongst the four kingdoms. Hence, the limited family operations of the Bluthardt within the safety of the city.

One excellent example of the dangers her relatives had talked about was her encounter with a gang who'd taken interest of the parts of her high-end motorcycle, and tried to load it into a van. Obviously, she'd took it back. No doubt it didn't end pleasantly. She did try to ask them to put down her motorcycle and leave in peace anyway before resorting to force.

A small world, Cyzarine thought. She wasn't expecting to see them again in this place far away from the city. But Lazuli Spring is a roadside town, also a pit stop for travellers according to data. The gang must be going somewhere and had decided to take a rest in this town.

Still, what worried her more was the Huntress who was waiting for her near the library. Cyzarine quickened her pace, not wanting to consider the possibility of her troubles catching up with them.

Lustra Chamberlain, the Huntress she'd chosen amongst the hundreds of Huntsmen and Huntresses in the land of desert. Seeing her credentials and assessing the feedbacks from her former clients, Cyzarine thought that this person could help her get more Grimm-related missions in the future. More and harder missions. She was just a Huntress-in-training, unlicensed and have nothing to show on why she can do Huntress-level missions.

Cyzarine pursed her lips as she reached the roof of the establishment facing the library, stopping for a moment before slowly crawling up to the other side. She peeked below and saw a lone young brown-haired woman wearing a white chiffon blouse. At that instance, she knew that it was Lustra, remembering the photo she'd looked at the other day.

The young girl didn't go down immediately, however, and stayed still. Cyzarine didn't know how she would deal with the Huntress. Yes, she’d met with such professionals before but they were mostly brief and short, in mere minutes, and nothing else. But this was going to last for days. It would rather be awkward to act like a soldier too. She wasn't in the paramilitary anymore. There was also an air of mystery around the Huntress, making it harder to think on how she would interact with her.

Carefully, Cyzarine retreated to the other side and jumped down to the ground, her sheathed xiphos sword clinking softly against her hips. Debating with herself any longer wouldn't solve this social issue, she thought. But probably a shake hand would be the most acceptable action to take.

Without further ado, Cyzarine finally stepped out of the shadows, revealing herself to Lustra right across the street. She took a deep breath as she willed her legs to jog and move forward.

“Miss…. Lustra Chamberlain, right?” the green-haired girl said after stopping at a respectable distance, followed up by holding out her right hand at the Huntress.

“I’m Cyzarine. Uh, Cyzarine Bluthardt, Huntress-in-training from Beacon Academy. It's a pleasure to meet you.”