Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20170705042341/@comment-25582638-20170715022416

Cyzarine’s smile didn't vanish, although it was back to being a simple small smile. The Huntress had indirectly told her that she was interested to see the teen’s Semblance, much to her delight. Cyzarine already had a plan in mind that wouldn't only be worth the hype but worth remembering. Hopefully.

If I feed Necro with those Dusts, he’ll look like he just ascended from hell, the teen thought casually.

And then she paused for thought, redirecting more her attention to Lustra. She…. changed her approach, Cyzarine thought.

Like she knew already that I wasn’t comfortable talking about myself

Earlier, Cyzarine was uncomfortable talking to Lustra because of the details intentionally left unsaid, adding to the fact that they didn’t know each other inside out. But now it was the opposite. She noticed herself that she was feeling happy, even eager to entertain someone, leading her to think that the Huntress intuitively understood what they shouldn’t talk about. Cyzarine didn’t know how. She lacked the finesse of truly understanding a person. Even so, she could at least conclude that Lustra were a very patient person approaching her.

Which seemed weird.

Perhaps Lustra were a curious person than she initially appeared.

Cyzarine shoved these thoughts at the back of her mind, sensing that she might overanalyze this realization and feel drained sooner.

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She followed Lustra's lead into an uphill that would lead them to their first stop. Seeing that it would be a little hard to climb, Cyzarine activated the Gravity Dust in Grimoire. Glinting purple particles emitted from the demi-gauntlets and, with the teen’s concentration, swirled around her form and made her lighter. With that, Cyzarine began skipping subtly from rock to rock, easily catching up with the Huntress who was used to the landscape.

The teen really wanted to play with the reddish footholds though, influenced by her lingering happy hormones from talking about Semblances moments ago. They weren’t slippery like the ice cold rocks back in the mountains near her hometown, and it was her first time venturing to a dessert. Nevertheless, Cyzarine controlled her urges, and listened quietly to Lustra concerning the Grimm and a place to stay for the night.

“A little. I was sent to a mountain on a solo mission once, a survival mission at the peak of winter two years ago. It was a…. preparation for worst case scenario in case my city was left in ruins. Disaster preparedness, in short. But I didn’t last more than three days so I was like, uh, one day short to complete the mission,” Cyzarine explained, slightly embarrassed as she remembered running all the way back to the gates of Benilde City. “But I can use shadow-tip method in case we’re lost.”

Cyzarine glanced behind at her lightweight backpack with hydration pack, recalling the things she’d stuffed inside. Her hip belt and waist bag, all containing Dusts, bounced a little on every step she took. She lifted her clenched right hand and started counting by lifting her fingers.

“Well, I have a knife, flashlight, lighter, compass, map, paracord, wire saw, two power banks for our Scrolls, mirror and whistle for signaling, MREs with flameless ration heater (military standard)….. and surgical staplers and morphine in case our first-aid kit isn’t enough. Most important of all, Dusts. I carry a lot of them.”

The teen reached for the edge of her purple shirt and flipped it a little to reveal to Lustra a shimmering Ice Dust secured in a tight web-like pouch.

“They have a lot of uses outside combat if you know how to use them in raw form. Like start a fire with Burn Dust or limit sweating with Ice Dust just like what I’m doing now.”

That should at least explain why she was still wearing her short jacket, Cyzarine thought.

Nearing the top of the rough hill-like landscape, the teen glanced at the Huntress before jumping to the peak of the slope, taking the lead. Cyzarine spun around and followed up a question.

“By the way, what species of Grimm are we going to encounter? I…. forgot to read the brochure about this place.”