originally posted in:The New Dojo
[i]Among the people investigating the explosions was Cyra.
She was a fit, athletic woman with a muscular figure, standing at 5'8" in height, with a head of black hair that fell around her shoulders. With a pale skin complexion, an angular facial structure, and a decently curvy body, she could be considered attractive–if one were to look past the railgun on her back, plasma hand cannons on her waist, and the carbon fiber sword held in her right hand, at the ready.
She wore casual attire; a black tank top, dark gray sweatpants, and went barefoot. Her right arm was not a flesh one, but a completely black, cybernetic arm, identical in size and shape to her left arm.
Cyra examined the situation calmly, trying to find the source of the explosion, and mostly ignoring the graffiti.[/i]
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The explosive was planted at the base of the Cannon, nestled right underneath it's position along the wall. Clearly, the explosive was meant to only take out the Cannon. As the explosion had been rigged to go upwards, into the Cannon. It was homemade, bits and pieces of a bucket of some sort were seen around the epicenter of the explosion
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[i]Cyra sighed, looking away from the explosive and to the graffiti. In this situation, the explosive used would tell her nothing.[/i]
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The graffiti read: "Miss me?" with a large question mark. People around her were whispering, talking amongst themselves about who it was. Though a singular name was common: "The Speaker."
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[i]"Who the hell's the Speaker?"[/i] She muttered to herself under her breath, looking around for anybody that might look suspicious.
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Around the area were mostly civilians, all had a look of fear in their eyes, clutching their loved ones close. Of course, there was the occasional person that didn't seem to mind the explosive, giving mostly empty looks