Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20190703153313/@comment-13488655-20191024195510

(Yeah. Sorry for the delay. Life, has been kinda trash lately but I won't bore you with details. Lit's get this show on the road!)

Without a moment passing after the bullet was fired, a swarm of metalic butterfies swarmed the halls, tearing the bullet to shreads in the blink of an eye bfore Osiris raised her hand, making the butterflies suddenly cuunch together and fall to the ground, their attacker now in plain view. A young teen with curly hair, a voice box in her throat and a large stringed instrument in her arms, much like a guitar, As she strummed a mellody, metal from the walls of this machine began to peel away like layers of an onion, crafting themselves into the metallic butterflies.

But before they were about to take flight, spectral hands began to flow around Osiris and Nox, about to envelope them before a fash of light and rush of wind blew by the group, Kurai standing before them, slashing them away to reveal their attacker. Another loyalist, about the age of seventeen, eyes covered completely with a mask. Though it disn't seem to hinder him at all. Behind him stood another, one surrounded by panthers made out of thick ink, his weapon being that of a staff with an appearance like a paintbrush. His ears, covered with hearing aids.

These kids were all suffering from injuries that caused their disabilities. Their builds and bodies suggested years of training.... These were former combat students. Ones with powerful semblances.

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Though the heart was exposed the kid inside wasstill lashing out at the faunus, hellbent on the kill. If semblances were a reflection of the mind than this kid was truely disturbed with a beastlike mind. A monster trained to kill.