Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20170705042341/@comment-25582638-20170709015728

'' Four calls later with 3-4 attempts to successfully reach each number, Cyzarine pocketed her Scroll and sighed inaudibly. She'd briefed the police about the situation, which turned out surprisingly alright given their calm response. As for the clinics, there was slight difficulty contacting two of them mainly because it was Sunday. All in all, the job was done and she'd to proceed to next one: rejoin the Huntress.

The teen dragged herself to where Lustra was with swelling feeling of uneasiness. No matter how many times people outside her family gave her an earful, Cyzarine would still resort to violence. Lustra might do the same thing but it was one of the few things the teen couldn't find herself to apologize for. It felt, again, normal to her as well as justified. The biker gang had bitten more than they chew. If they would just end up screaming in terror and running away in utter regret, unprepared to what had befallen unto them, then they shouldn't had started the fight in the first place.

However, if she thought that her actions were justified, then the repercussions for them would be equally justified. In her case, facing disagreement and disapproval. Ironically, she still dreaded them.

But would Lustra really get angry? Cyzarine thought. The teen felt that what she did is undoubtly the right thing to do, which was rather rare for her to sense when fighting along others, excluding her family, in the past. Well, there was a possibility that she’d misinterpreted the signals that the Huntress was giving off so she can't let herself get comfortable yet. -- Wait, what?

The teen stared dumbly at Lustra, almost gaping at the Huntress’ sudden apology and…… praise, was it? That was the least she expected to hear after what happened.

At this point, Cyzarine felt that there was something wrong with her expectations earlier. That or she must've overlooked a factor or two. Most probably that she can't put the Huntress in the same category as the people that had met her expectations after all. Cyzarine had encountered strangers who merely brushed off her actions as trivial, but this was outright different. It felt, for the lack of better word, reasonably accepted.

“I want to let you know that these people were on my tail when they saw me on my way here. I just wanted to avoid causing trouble in this town so I ran away,” Cyzarine said, pointing behind hesitantly. “But if l’ve dealt with them earlier, this (bloody mess, insult) wouldn't happen. So… I want to apologize too for getting you involved in something like this.”

The teen ran her hand down her black scarf nervously as the other hand went behind her back to hide the bloodied ice daggers. Cyzarine had wanted to ask Lustra if she's used to this- this kind of violence- because the Huntress didn't act like everyone else. Or rather, why Lustra lashed out so violently against the biker leader’s insult?

But then, if someone asked Cyzarine why she’s generally violent against every enemy she encountered, then she would most likely dodge the question. Hence, she saved her real questions to Lustra and opted for something random. She would ask the Huntress later when they're comfortable talking about themselves.

“Um, yeah, do you happen to know if there's a…. Dust shop opened today? I’d like to refill my bags before we go,” she asked and cleared her throat, patting a pair of waist bags connected by one strap.

“I use a lot of Dust in battle.”

''And Necro too. He eats a lot of them''