Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20160728022403/@comment-5999656-20160820224445

Bernie let out a carefree, loud laugh as he raced along, feeling the chilly breeze ruffle his hair. Noticing that the other club members were going ahead and showing off their own talents, he decided to throw in his own. As they neared a shopfront with a fabric awning, he jumped up and used the wall to propel himself onto the overhang, neatly frontflipping and continuing to run the moment he made contact with the ground again.

"For the same reason you didn't start the club," he said to Daniyah beside him, "I never thought about it!"

He glanced over his shoulder every now and then, making sure that everyone was following. The pace of the leaders compared to those in the back was causing the distance between them to increase a bit, so he slowed his pace to make for the beginners.

'We'll get up high eventually," Bernie told Daniyah, also throwing a quick look at Jasper, whose pace was bringing him up close before falling back slightly, over and over.

But the best part of traversing the urban environment in such an unrestrained way, Bernie thought, was the thrill of seeing the world below and being high above it.

Automne liked running too, but she was too busy watching over the two newbies to enjoy it much. Lark was doing good, she had the speed down if not the tricks, and to a trained Huntress those would be easy enough to pick up. And Ixina was doing really, really good for someone who was blind. The fact that she could jump over barriers and dodge roll was making the Faunus wonder if the girl was actually blind. So Automne fell back, so that she was keeping pace with her.

"Hey, you're doing really good, you know that? How are you able to move so fast without being able to see anything?"

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Vale was a melting pot of cultures, people, ways of life. There were plenty of individuals who took the rooftop highways to get around, whether because it was more convenient for them or because it had more excitement, more privacy. But this famous city was teeming with activity of a less innocuous nature than that of simple thrillseekers. Not everyone ran because they liked doing so.

On a distant rooftop, crouched like some kind of latter day ninja, a young man with bright red, brushed back hair watched the approaching teens in the distance through black binoculars. Gold shades rested on his forehead, and his clothing was normal enough aside from a metal bracelet on his left wrist. He lowered the binoculars before bringing the bracelet up to his mouth and whispering a few words.

(Figured we needed a driving motive. I'm trying to keep the whole concept new as I did with the Kites, so please bear with me!)