Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20160207063839/@comment-25582638-20160229215014

The girl jumped high onto a rooftop and leaped to another. Then blasted herself harder when she jumped to another across a street. She propelled herself as fast as she can, ran for as long as she can, and grabbed onto ledges as soon as possible when Reiluft didn't make her reach farther. Sometimes though, her grip weren't good enough resulting to more minor injuries from falling to an emergency stairway and to a concrete rooftop.

“Hey, Cyzarine!” Raizel called out loudly, occasionally using Aero Bombs as a launch pad. The rebel was a bit a head of team RASB and half of team PRFC because of it. And holstered on the back of her belt is Adlig Teufel, indicating that she have somehow come in terms with her team. Now to really make up with them, Raizel helped to chase their unstable teammate.

She really didn't know that the wimp is capable of killing in an instant. Raizel initially saw her as a mere soft-spoken girl.

“Cyzarine!”

Despite these, Cyzarine didn't stop running. Fear and paranoia clutched her heart- clutched it so hard that she's prompted to follow her instincts in attempt to soothe them. Yet she was still being pursued because of it.

If she keeps running, they'll get tired. If they got tired, they'll stop. And if they stopped, she'll be finally safe. Only if she doesn't get tired first. But her condition is very obvious: tired, injured, stressed, and most of all, afraid.

Cyzarine doubt she could ever trust these........... “strangers” in this kind of world.

“Damn it. She's fast!” the rebel said to her teammates. “Any other plans to stop this kid?! It looks like she's used to running away from..... whatever shit it is!” she asked Platinum.

Running and using her Semblance have drained her. But it was good enough for the escapee to run faster and tire her out.

Cyzarine looked upwards to a tall and wide building as she ran and huffed. A fifteen-story high hotel painted in white with gold colored outlines and decorated with dashes of green plants on every window.

Up

Setting an objective in mind, Cyzarine's boots released bursts of Wind-Dusts nine consecutive times as soon as she leaped off from a four-story building. The girl crossed a busy and wide street midair as the cold winds blew once again.

Upon latching on a plant box on the ninth floor, Reiluft burst her upwards 'til she reached the rooftop of the hotel, which includes a helipad. Cyzarine moved to a corner and removed the damp and blood-stained jacket, scarf, and bandages clung uncomfortably to her body, leaving her torso only with sleeveless shirt and her scars on the neck, chest, and upper arms unsheltered. It doesn't matter anymore though when your life is on the line. She groaned in pain upon pulling out the shard on her left upper arm.

The girl leaned back to the wall afterwards, hugging herself tiredly as she eyed the door not too far from her position and the ledges where the threats may appear. As she wrestled with fatigue within, she manipulated Reiluft to release its fangs, hopelessly desperate to keep herself safe in the absence of her family's support- the people she thought she could always count on.

Ah, perhaps her worth is becoming thin?