Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20170705042341/@comment-25582638-20170718223110

After taking a short break Lustra and Cyzarine continued their walk into the pathless route between the jaws of high-rise rocks looming over them. They ventured deep into the silent rocky hills as the wind picked up its pace and puffed clouds of sand and dirt that disappears upon touching the shadows. There was barely a sound to disrupt the quietness of the parched land save for the satisfying crunch of rocks under their footsteps, and the shuffle of their bags to compliment the soft whistling of the passing wind.

The teen was trailing behind Lustra, trying not to trip over the rocks while scanning the online Grimm registry at the same time. Ever since the Huntress had suggested her to get acquainted about the Grimm that they would encounter, Cyzarine was absorbed in reading nonstop. She was taking down notes on every vital detail she’d read, encoding the Grimm’s physicality down to their weaknesses. From time to time, she would unconsciously mutter the words “Dust” and “counter” under her breath almost voicing out her thoughts.

Her short jacket was tied around her waist when the temperature rose, leaving Grimoire- black armors covering her arms- exposed to the harsh conditions of the area.

Despite her focus on the Scroll, her gaze would stray to the sides, remembering the Huntress’ words about the rocks. Etched on them were insurmountable scrapes and bullet holes of various sizes, gradually wearing away and forgotten by time. Perhaps they were from the famous Great War, or battles before or after the war. The teen had no way of knowing except for the fact that these old scars reminded her of the lone cave at the cold mountain she’d been to.

Cyzarine let out a deep breath, looking up at the bright cloudless sky as she pocketed her Scroll.

And then she stopped. No footsteps were following the Huntress.

The teen squinted her eyes at a stick-like silhouette peeking on top of a pointy cliff to her left. It appeared small due to her distance from it. But since she could make out the ragged, fluttering long sleeves and unmoving curved digits, she deduced that it was a part of human body: an arm.

“Miss Lustra, someone’s up there,” she said simply, informing the Huntress as she got getting a glimpse of droplets of blood splashing quietly on a rock caked in blood.

“Should we check it-”

Suddenly, the dangling arm came off, falling from rock to rock while the withering flesh slammed soundly against them. It didn’t take long before it finally landed near them with a resounding splat. Cyzarine tilted her head a little and, without waiting a word from Lustra, walked slowly towards it and kneeled beside it. Upon closer look, the human arm was rather long in structure with obviously pecked and torn lump of flesh savoured on every portion. She could smell the unpleasant scent of the blood coming from the arm but not strong enough to make the teen cover her nose and vomit. She was used to it anyway.

Her clad hand reached out to the arm and rolled it over. Although pecked fleshes were also there, Cyzarine could trace a clean diagonal slit and two bullet wounds. Holding the wrist with a broken blue watch, she lifted it up to continue inspecting it.

“C’mon, you can do it!”

“We got your back!”

Two teenagers, a boy and a girl, cheered at the other two teenagers, both male who were standing near a large dark cave carved on the side of a cliff. Sunlight

“Are you sure about this?” one teenage boy asked his partner.

The other boy rolled his eyes. “Of course, I am. We are Huntsmen.”

“In-training.”

“The point here is that the folks at the town got the lien for this,” the boy said, irritated. “They would’ve gone to a professional if the problem’s too difficult for us to take care y’know. We're dealing with a bunch of dead people here. Dead merchants and dead beggars, bro. Don't tell me that you’re losing your sh*t over these small fries.”

“I’m not,” the other boy retorted. “It's just that we should’ve told our professors about this or-or have gotten a proper Huntsman to look over-”

“Babysitting, you mean.”

“Brando, you're exaggerating!”

“We’re not kids, bro. Stop worrying and let's get over with this.”

The teen called Brando hefted a large axe over his shoulders and lead the way haughtily to the depths of the cave. His partner sighed and jogged to his side before turning on a flashlight with his left hand with a blue watch on the wrist.

(Zeph, you can control the fate of the other 3 NPCs. Lol this didn't look as sinister as I said it would be ^_^')