Carmina Birch
Looks like Avena wasn't too sure about what Anna said earlier, and Skye practically guessed the same thing. It can't be helped, since she lived outside of the city of Vale (but still within the walls of the Kingdom since good Monty knows what hell lies outside). To be honest, what she whispered back was correct to many — that Anna was inviting Skye to sit with them at the cafeteria — even though Avena had no idea it was correct. Eh, at least she tried, Carmina thought. Those two girls were like peas in a pod, only if one gave those peas a sniper halberd and a bow. One could wonder how Jackson can put up with them as team leader.
"I wasn't really flying," Skye explained to Carmina while leading the pack towards the cafeteria. She began to explain by showing the soles of her feet, which had blades that may look good for ice skating with. She further explained that it was combination of her skills as a skater and of her semblance that she was able to slide her feet, and even did a couple of demonstrations along the way. "That's cool!" Carmina grinned.
"It didn't really work out though and now I'm reaaaallly hungry," Skye continued. "But that's cool 'coz we're going to the ca-fe-teriaaaaa! I wonder if they have pizza? Or tacos?! Or like, tacos but the taco is actually a pizza folded in half and filled with toppings! Man that would be rad!"
"Come on Skye," the redhead slipped both of her hands behind her head again. "You've been to the cafeteria like, many times already. Of course they'll have pizza. Surely you'd get some kind of pattern from what they have on the menu, right? Pizza every Monday and Wednesday, tacos every Tuesdays and Saturdays, you get the picture." The group rounded a corner and continued to walk whatever stretch of avenue was left between them and the cafeteria — which was a few hundred meters away. Other students were coming from all over the campus with their friends and converging on the building as well.
"But they do have special menu items occasionally," Leif chimed in. "Some of them were actually funny. Last Thursday they served whole turkey instead of just turkey legs. I mean why would they want to serve something that large for just one person?"
Carmina placed her left hand on Leif's back and chortled, "It's for the whole team to share, unless you're a glutton."
Jackson Silver
With the failure of his recent prototype, Jackson walked with a slight slump to the cafeteria with the same grumpy expression on his face. He picked up the weapon, sheathed it behind his back and slid his hands into his two side pockets. Along the way he ran into one of the human bullies, who greeted him with a mocking and derisive tone. "How's your day, fox?"
To this Jackson ignored. The human — who wasn't intent on giving up —followed him and spoke out, "Come on, man! Don't be like that, I was just messing with you."
Clearly the faunus was having a bad day. "Fuck off."
"What was that?" the bully touched the hem of Jackson's collar, and Jackson slapped his hand and grabbed the bully's with his two hands in a fit of anger. With an irate glare Jackson snarled, "I said, fuck off." With that he let go and dropped the human.
