Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20160207063839/@comment-25582638-20160415030911

Raizel downed a glass of water while standing beside a table inside the dorm. Then she leaned her back to the wall as she poured more water from the pitcher. Aeolus, her weapon, dangled and bumped the wall.

“You alright there, wimp?!” the rebel asked loudly, looking particularly at the door to the bathroom.

The response was an echoing sound of someone vomiting beyond that door.

Raizel heaved an exasperated sighed. “Seriously, I gave you like a drink with not-so high alcohol and you're still there.”

The youngest member proved to be a total newbie to alcohol. Cyzarine has been inside for almost thirty minutes with no proper response other than groaning and vomiting.

Last night showed that the quote “experience is a hard teacher because she gives the test first, the lesson afterward” is something not to be taken very, very lightly. Raizel didn't want it to happen again, especially witnessing how people die and remembering how fragile people are. Moreover, another quote made her more...... alert than ever. ''“Don't judge the book by its cover”'. Cyzarine didn't display any sign of psychopathic tendencies, only compliance and quietness that would give a dead wrong impression of her true self on the surface. Like a devil in disguise (XD).

Now she's getting more edgy around strangers whether they look innocent or not.

The door clicked and opened, snapping the rebel out of her thoughts.

“God you're a f*cking mess.”

“Language, Raizel.” Cyzarine groaned weakly as she dried her face with a white towel. She didn't deny that she looked like a total mess though. She was sweating all over; her light green hair needs to be combed and her sleeping clothes are drenched slightly. If the young girl gives an absolute damn about her body, comparing it to the rebel's would've make her insecure.

“You should go ahead.” the young girl then hanged the towel. “Platinum would yell at us if we're, uh, late. I'll catch up later.”

Raizel rolled her eyes. “Welp, it's not like we're gonna ditch our sparring session or something.”

“No, I mean I want to change my clothes. Alone, please.”

“...”

“...”

“What's the hell's the connection between the two?”

Cyzarine shrugged unsurely. “I'm using the session and Platinum so you'll go out and I could change alone? I don't know. It just came out.”

“You're seriously a f*cking mess.” Raizel said with a hint of amusement, thinking that the young girl is embarrassed. Cyzarine simply don't want to be interrogated again.

When she finished drinking, the rebel grabbed the flask beside the pitcher and put it in her pocket. Raizel headed towards the door.

“Alright then. Headin' out.”

As soon as she left, Cyzarine sighed in relief.

“This should buy me time going over the details of the mission.”

All she have to do is to change clothes while doing it.

“Ey, boss, er....... Yeah, Fen. The wimp's still changing but she said she'll catch up later.” Raizel told the duo as soon as she climbed down the stairs and jogged to them.

“Where's the other team by the way? I thought we'll be sparring with them.”