In Memorial of the Fallen: a RWBY RP [IC Thread]

[Neo ORB]

Yuki woke quickly and once again found herself within the warm confines of a bed, the only difference being from the last time was a pounding headache from the remnants of a concussion. However Yuki wouldn't let herself be held back any further by such a thing. And slowly while grimacing at the slight pounding assaulting her temples she readjusted her body into a sitting position with her legs pressed to its side while her toes pressed into the floor. She once more removed herself from the bed and left the infirmary while the nurse spoke loudly in her direction.
To Yuki her current ailments and concerns were a distant afterthought as she continued to push herself as she leaned along the walls for support.

Slowly she headed to her locker which was located nicely in the far corner so she could lean on the far wall.
As Yuki entered her code she watched the locker door part with a light swing, she found herself calming down at its contents.
For within was but a small hand held rod with a smaller nub on one of its ends no more then 16 inches long when extended out from its collapsed form. Underneath Tundra, several vials of varying sizes filled with blue dust waited and beside the vials, waited Yuki's casual clothing...

She then pondered for a moment, her underwear had been soaked so there was benefit to changing them, but was it necessary for her to change? It wasn't like it was really going to add to her defense. But with a small sigh Yuki lightly shook her head and then started disrobing as quickly as she could. Changing out from her dirtied uniform and into a once familiar light brown pleated checkered skirt with a white sweatshirt with long dark blue sleeves with a black singlet underneath which left her shoulders and neck bare as a small blue crystal pendant dangled from it.

Luckily for Yuki, she was surprised to find her long dark & light purple striped stockings were dry so as she slipped back on her white shoes, quickly tied her belt to her left leg and then lightly gripped her baton from her locker and holstered it into her sweatshirts front pocket. As Yuki reached into her locker once more she grabbed a few vials and placed them with her baton and then closed her locker and started walking once more using the wall for support heading towards the cliffs.

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Erde found herself listening to the young mans drivel... it just kept pouring out of him to the point were Erde had for a moment entertained the idea of turning him into something.... nonhuman well what would be the remains of his corpse anyway. But she somehow found the strength to stop herself as the pouring of her blades falling from the sky finally came to cease as her ears picked up all Grimm truly surrounding them to have ceased existing. As he finally finished a few moments before her blades stopped falling she entertained her response silently then then lightly smiled and snapped her fingers lightly as if she had a delightful lit bight bulb over her head and had found the right thing to say.

"It shouldn't surprise you that I knew your name, well actually I didn't at first, but when you passed by me prior in the hall by that infirmary I... Smelt a memory... of the past that clung to you. After that it was simple elimination of the information I already possessed.
If you really want to thank anyone it would be... "
Erde paused for a moment letting a mischievous smile form across her face as she stared at Heamet and then sightly shook her head and then ever so lightly place a hand on her hips and continued speaking.

"Leonard... but i'd rather not act on instinct or irrationality anymore... I have grown tried of such ways, but I do enjoy playing my own little games or the plays that you "birds" delightfully choose to play for me to ease my enuwe,
But I guess after all, once you stare into an abyss, the abyss will stare back at you... So little Heamet keep playing for me... alright.
After all you might as well entertain me... who knows you might even get a little reward if your act makes me laugh. But for now, i'll leave you with this... you should be good for an hour or two until the my swords break but lesser Grimm won't be able to approach."

As Erde lightly snapped her fingers while still resting her hands on her hips, the world beside Heamet altered as a rustic oil drum filled with water projected in and then solidified. Below it was a pile of fire wood and tinder and a few steps allowing for easy entrance into the drum bath. All the young man would have to do is light the material. Of course the bath water itself was infused with various extra minerals and a soft light scent so it would also help his skin if he cared at all about that.
With such a small present finished Erde choose to conclude her business with the young man there and simply turned around and started walking off but then stopped for a moment and then spoke loudly.
"You can keep the bath for a few days, should choose to enjoy it with your friends or not... and I don't care if your play was sloppy, it had its own merit, don't forget that.... Well then until next time kiddo."

As Erde then kept walking through the clearing she lightly slipped her hands back into her pockets and then quickly entered the forest and then disappeared from sight within the darkness blending into the brown and green until her presence faded entirely. Afterall she still has so many things to do today, it wasn't like she had wanted to spend anytime alone with any one person well Save for Adelaide who likely knew that she was... "Visiting" again. That was going to be a fun earful but Erde would enjoy it with a smile as she continued to walk until she eventually reached back to Beacon and then waited silently until Togami showed up while sitting on one of the courtyard benches with the "Vale Times" in hand which she had pulled from a pocket somewhere in her suit.

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Yuki had continued to walk, her pace slow unsteady, but at the same time Yuki placed her hand onto her cold baton hidden within her pocket and felt her mind calm down. Her semblance had been flowing with small intensity for a while now as its chilled the air around her, made a layer of frost creep on the grass which she passed by leaving a trail of her movement path. Yuki watched the sky with a small amount of wonder as for the first time in a long time she though about what her family would have though about her current life, about her current path?.

Would they be angry? would they be proud? Did her wondering really matter, Did she really matter? To herself, to anyone?... With a silent sigh to no one but herself she continued quietly approaching the cliffs as her thoughts were once more racked with such negative thoughts.
But As Yuki silently walked up to Avena, she watched the emerald forest stretched far below and for a moment contemplated on the idea of throwing herself into its depths and just being done with everything. As she continued to watch she quietly shook her head and then finally spoke.

"Well then, lets... play. "

As Yuki quickly turned away from Avena and started walking away, she quietly pulled the first vial from her front pocket and then quietly placed it into her mouth and gripped it with her teeth and then with the vial secured she reached into her pocket once more then then tightly gripped her beloved Tundra and pulled out the handheld baton and then aggressively flicked it downwards to her left with a small flourish as the two collapsed shafts held within the main body of the baton shot outwards and locked with a loud click. Holding the snow white Baton. Yuki carefully breathed in through her nose slowly.

Then funneled her will completely into her semblance as thin layer of frost started to be applied to Yuki's body. The frost climbed up her legs, covered her chest, rippled down her left arm covering her white which continued to build until thin sheet of ice covered her like thin Japanese leather armor. On her baton as her arm and hand was encased together with the newly formed ice, a thin sword appeared with a range of 24" with its long but thin blade lightly curved. So far no new arm had appeared but as Yuki slowly turned to face Avena anyone could see she was serious as she stared at Avena with her empty purple eyes and waited.
Below her however the land which she stood froze and reflected like a mirror and was spreading slowly as if to grip the land in eternal winter.

[Stormwrath]

Cliffs

Jackson and Leif were on their way to the cliffs, and with everything that they would need for now. There's the medical kit in case someone gets hurt, bottles of water to survive the heat, two buckets of ice cream, a table spread, and some cookies made by Leif yesterday. However, Leif thought that perhaps they were missing something, something important.

"Was it good to leave our blankets back in our room?" Leif asked Jackson. "After all, what if Yuki will freeze us?"

Jackson sighed. "If we brought a couple and she doesn't freeze us, we're going to melt. Probably bake. You're the one who's complaining about today's weather and all."

Looks like this is the place. The cliffs, which overlooked the scenic Emerald Forest, is a good place to have a fight. After all, there's the wide open space, the fresh air, and almost no chance of any teacher coming around and stopping things from escalating—because it's comparatively far from the rest of the school compared to the docks and courtyard—plus it wasn't like they could care. Some water vapor was distorting the view of the ground, creating an illusion of ripples going back and forth over the grass. Yep, it was still one hell of a scorcher.

A figure could be seen sitting on the edge of the cliffs, tossing pebbles into the chasm below. The pebble plummeted and bounced off of the stony ruins. This figure had pink hair tied in a braided ponytail. "You're here early," Jackson called out to Avena.

The spread was laid under the shade of a nearby tree, and Jackson and Leif sat down, leaning on the trunk. Leif opened some ice cream and began to dig in with a spoon like a madman. The bubblegum-flavored pink and blue cream was beginning to build up around his lips. He could feel that he was cooling down already. "You might wanna save that for later," Jackson told him.

"But if we don't eat it it's going to be bubblegum-flavored pudding," Leif stopped and handed the other bucket to Jackson, along with another spoon. He did have a point, so why not? Jackson just took it and opened as well, taking in a few spoons of rocky road.

Here comes the ice princess. The hot air that had been tormenting Leif was now gradually growing cool. Some frost materialized behind her, carving out an icy path through the summer green grass. She was unemotional and passive-looking as ever, with eyes that didn't glint. The two guys watched intently as Avena and Yuki were about to have a staredown involving guns and knives going all over the place, as well as some arms and legs flying into faces and stomachs. Leif was starting to quiver, partly because he was scared, and partly because Yuki was getting her battle mode on. Aside from that, a glistening layer of ice covered the ground and froze it. "J-j-j-j-j-Jackson!?" Leif was slowly backing away from where the two girls were, desperately wanting to climb up the tree like a reverse spider. Of course, he couldn't quite do that—his arms slipped, causing the bark to scratch roughly on his skin.

Jackson on the other hand just remained where he was and continued to eat his ice cream. Even though it was indeed colder, summer was balancing winter out, so he was all right. The air at that moment felt like the AC was switched on outside.


Outside of the CCT

"Nothing of concern," Ozpin replied as the group went out through the main door and into the courtyard. "Although I may have heard rumors of a certain group of teenagers infiltrating the campus, posing as students of Beacon, but those who think so lack evidence, so it's nothing to worry about."

While it may look like Ozpin didn't believe the story, he was actually half-believing. After all, it would seem preposterous to think his school will be infiltrated by nefarious elements, especially since it was harder to forge documents and transcripts in this day and age. But sometimes the most absurd of conclusions may be unexpectedly true, and it was his job as headmaster and Huntsman to ensure that mankind will be kept safe from evil forces.

Jack seemed to be interested in this "Ruby Rose" character, the silver-eyed quirky girl. Ozpin knew something about that girl that Jack and Lilith have no idea about, something that would make her a great Huntress in the future—but he wasn't ready to entrust his visitors with some of his students for this program they were talking about.

[Nachfolgia]

Cliffs

Jackson and Leif were on their way to the cliffs, and with everything that they would need for now. There's the medical kit in case someone gets hurt, bottles of water to survive the heat, two buckets of ice cream, a table spread, and some cookies made by Leif yesterday. However, Leif thought that perhaps they were missing something, something important.

"Was it good to leave our blankets back in our room?" Leif asked Jackson. "After all, what if Yuki will freeze us?"

Jackson sighed. "If we brought a couple and she doesn't freeze us, we're going to melt. Probably bake. You're the one who's complaining about today's weather and all."

Looks like this is the place. The cliffs, which overlooked the scenic Emerald Forest, is a good place to have a fight. After all, there's the wide open space, the fresh air, and almost no chance of any teacher coming around and stopping things from escalating—because it's comparatively far from the rest of the school compared to the docks and courtyard—plus it wasn't like they could care. Some water vapor was distorting the view of the ground, creating an illusion of ripples going back and forth over the grass. Yep, it was still one hell of a scorcher.

A figure could be seen sitting on the edge of the cliffs, tossing pebbles into the chasm below. The pebble plummeted and bounced off of the stony ruins. This figure had pink hair tied in a braided ponytail. "You're here early," Jackson called out to Avena.

The spread was laid under the shade of a nearby tree, and Jackson and Leif sat down, leaning on the trunk. Leif opened some ice cream and began to dig in with a spoon like a madman. The bubblegum-flavored pink and blue cream was beginning to build up around his lips. He could feel that he was cooling down already. "You might wanna save that for later," Jackson told him.

"But if we don't eat it it's going to be bubblegum-flavored pudding," Leif stopped and handed the other bucket to Jackson, along with another spoon. He did have a point, so why not? Jackson just took it and opened as well, taking in a few spoons of rocky road.

Here comes the ice princess. The hot air that had been tormenting Leif was now gradually growing cool. Some frost materialized behind her, carving out an icy path through the summer green grass. She was unemotional and passive-looking as ever, with eyes that didn't glint. The two guys watched intently as Avena and Yuki were about to have a staredown involving guns and knives going all over the place, as well as some arms and legs flying into faces and stomachs. Leif was starting to quiver, partly because he was scared, and partly because Yuki was getting her battle mode on. Aside from that, a glistening layer of ice covered the ground and froze it. "J-j-j-j-j-Jackson!?" Leif was slowly backing away from where the two girls were, desperately wanting to climb up the tree like a reverse spider. Of course, he couldn't quite do that—his arms slipped, causing the bark to scratch roughly on his skin.

Jackson on the other hand just remained where he was and continued to eat his ice cream. Even though it was indeed colder, summer was balancing winter out, so he was all right. The air at that moment felt like the AC was switched on outside.


Outside of the CCT

"Nothing of concern," Ozpin replied as the group went out through the main door and into the courtyard. "Although I may have heard rumors of a certain group of teenagers infiltrating the campus, posing as students of Beacon, but those who think so lack evidence, so it's nothing to worry about."

While it may look like Ozpin didn't believe the story, he was actually half-believing. After all, it would seem preposterous to think his school will be infiltrated by nefarious elements, especially since it was harder to forge documents and transcripts in this day and age. But sometimes the most absurd of conclusions may be unexpectedly true, and it was his job as headmaster and Huntsman to ensure that mankind will be kept safe from evil forces.

Jack seemed to be interested in this "Ruby Rose" character, the silver-eyed quirky girl. Ozpin knew something about that girl that Jack and Lilith have no idea about, something that would make her a great Huntress in the future—but he wasn't ready to entrust his visitors with some of his students for this program they were talking about.

As Avena tossed another rock down into the forest, she heard a voice. She turned around and saw Jackson and Leif standing there...with food. She smirked and chuckled a little bit. " There's a first time for everything." She replied, wiping the sweat from her face. She didn't expect it to be so hot, the cargo pants were a bad idea. She was sweating from head to toe, her thighs sticking together from the heat. It didn't matter to her though, she was going to go through with this.

A few moments later, Yuki showed up, sneaking up behind them. She seemed like she was ready to fight, despite her condition. None of the opponents were fit to fight, but that wasn't going to stop them. " I'm glad to see your serious about this too." Avena said with a smile as she got up from the cliff. She walked out in the open as Yuki made her way to her position. Avena watched as Yuki got ready for the fight, pulling out her weapon and semblance right off the bat. Avena smirked and pulled out Grimsbane from her back and twirled it. As Grimbane spun around Avena's body, it transformed into its Halberd mode. Grimsbane was just as deadly as a short range weapon as it is a long range weapon. The halberd was twice as long as Avena and she twirled it around effortlessly.

Avena let Grimsbane rest behind her, the blade sticking into the ground. She then slowly got into her battle stance, leaning forward with her right let in front of her. For a few tense moments, Avena stared down Yuki. The anticipation was killer, not knowing when the two would attack. No matter when, the fight was going to be brutal. Avena sometimes couldn't control herself in battle and resulted in chaos for everyone around. Yuki, on the other hand, seemed very composed, but had murderous intent all around her. Either way, someone wasn't going to walk away from the cliffs.

Avena made the first move and it was one nobody expected. She whirled around and chucked Grimbane off the cliff in one swift movement. The girl watched as her beloved weapon plummeted into the forest below. It was a decision that Avena might regret later, but she was never one to think things through. She turned back to face Yuki, a smile across her face. " I know this is way out of character for me, but I didn't come here to fight you, Yuki. I came here to help you. I know exactly what you are going through." Avena called out to her, taking off her hood.

[Charlia]

Walking outside of the shop, Mentari felt a wave of both freedom and unease come upon her. Like a fresh wind in a turbulent storm, it hit her and she stood tall. In her pocket lied the final piece, and not only that, she would have enough funding to research independent projects on her own for a very, very, long time. "I'm sorry Charlotte," she said, stopping to face her team captain for a moment, a small smile still plastered on her face, "It would seem I have something I need to take care of now. It was fun today, even if it was cut short."

With a faint whistle, she disappeared in a flash of light.

Charlotte nodded slightly, and turned away. It was time to go back to school.

Once she arrived back, she went straight to her room, and found herself staring at the ceiling.

"Get out of my head," she whispered. "Get out!" she cried. "What do you want from me, I don't understand! What do you want? What more can you take? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!"

I want you to come back. And I'm going to make you come back.

"You can't! You're just a voice in my head!"

I am now. But you and I both know that if you return, I'll be fully human again...

"I'll never come back to you," she spat.

You say that. But I'll torment you and twist you until you have no other choice.

"NO!"

...Oh, yes.

[The Olog-Hai]

Varus was, in all respects, quite surprised by the sudden appearance of his team plus some. He was still trying to process all the information when he was, twice in several seconds, called a handsome figure by two very pretty girls. Did he like where this was leading? Probably.

"Varus d'Constantine." He said, returning the bow to Clover and then looking to Liz. He smiled at the girl, offering an ever-so-sly wink before Asher began speaking. Varus had always felt endearment for the boy. He was bookish, sure, but also incredibly intelligent and talented in combat. Giving the boy a nod, Varus continued, "Don't skate yourself. You've got qualities of all of them. A mixed bag is the best type of character."

Hefting both components of Dawnbreaker, Varus held his hands open and looked around the room, as if to challenge anyone willing to a duel.

Hm. Compared to some character from a book. I have to agree with Silvia here, though I hate to do so, that I might need some context. And now another girl, like the first, not in our team, appears. She seems to know the other girl. Something seems kinda off about her, too. Varus, like always is flirting right back. Some time, that's going to get him into trouble. He's going to say the wrong thing, to the wrong person... Anyways, Asher seemed kinda down. Varus had the right idea by encouraging him.
"I agree with Varus. A jack of all trades is one of the best types of people. Not specialized, they cannot do as well as a specialized person in one field, but can in the rest. Overall, it's pretty much in your favor. So don't feel too bad," Russet said, trying to lift Asher's spirits.
As Varus began to lift his weapon, Russet soon realized that he wanted a duel. Well, if he wanted a duel, he'd have to ask. No point in using body language, especially if that's not what he meant. That would be really embarrassing, if he misunderstood Varus. And he couldn't stand being embarrassed without showing a decent amount of emotion. So that was a no-go.

[Occupied Deutschland]

"F-f-fuck off. P-pick on sssomeone w-with y-your own brain size.... l-like th-the White Fang."

There was a heartbeat of silence after Jolana spoke, and then the three men descended into snickers. While Umber approved of the comparison Jolana had gone with, the effect of her veiled threat left a little to be desired. It was hard to be intimidating with a stutter.

“B-b-but we are d-dealing with the White Fang, little girl.” The lead man said, “Can’t you see the ears? Now how about you two mind your own business?”

Umber tilted her head slightly and looked at the Faunus. She didn’t like the tone of the guy’s voice and his reasoning was ridiculous, but—

She didn’t have the chance to finish the thought as he charged towards her. Still in the middle of stomping down the irrational sympathy his comment had provoked, Umber was caught completely unprepared for such a stupid thing. The wild haymaker she should have easily dodged ended up glancing off her shoulder.

But now they’d started the fight, not her or Jolana. Umber smiled. It was a matter of proper discipline.

[The Grey Wolf]

Walking outside of the shop, Mentari felt a wave of both freedom and unease come upon her. Like a fresh wind in a turbulent storm, it hit her and she stood tall. In her pocket lied the final piece, and not only that, she would have enough funding to research independent projects on her own for a very, very, long time. "I'm sorry Charlotte," she said, stopping to face her team captain for a moment, a small smile still plastered on her face, "It would seem I have something I need to take care of now. It was fun today, even if it was cut short."

With a faint whistle, she disappeared in a flash of light.

Charlotte nodded slightly, and turned away. It was time to go back to school.

Once she arrived back, she went straight to her room, and found herself staring at the ceiling.

"Get out of my head," she whispered. "Get out!" she cried. "What do you want from me, I don't understand! What do you want? What more can you take? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!"

I want you to come back. And I'm going to make you come back.

"You can't! You're just a voice in my head!"

I am now. But you and I both know that if you return, I'll be fully human again...

"I'll never come back to you," she spat.

You say that. But I'll torment you and twist you until you have no other choice.

"NO!"

...Oh, yes.

From a short distance, Shiroi could see Charlotte walking back toward the school. She clutched her whip in her hand and followed her, while intent on keeping a distance to avoid being detected. If I'm going to get my revenge, today is the day, she thought to herself, licking her lips in what she could only speculate was the average human emotion of anticipation. Strange, she wanted to taste revenge so badly, yet the want was also satisfying - and the fact that she would soon indulge herself.

After watching Charlotte enter the room, she did the same. "I suppose I should thank you," she announced, aware that she was revealing her presence and ruining any chance of a stealth kill. Why did I do that? She snapped out of her daze before continuing. "I never knew the emotion most people call spite until you taught it to me." she licked her lips again and clutched her whip, which had a cartridge with a fire Dust crystal. "I waited awhile, Charlotte, I trained awhile, I kept an eye on that Reina bitch for awhile - but now," her eyes glistened and she cracked a deranged smile that would crack a mirror. "Now I indulge." a knife fell from her sleeve into her hand.

[Charlia]

Charlotte nodded slightly, and turned away. It was time to go back to school.

Once she arrived back, she went straight to her room, and found herself staring at the ceiling.

"Get out of my head," she whispered. "Get out!" she cried. "What do you want from me, I don't understand! What do you want? What more can you take? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!"

I want you to come back. And I'm going to make you come back.

"You can't! You're just a voice in my head!"

I am now. But you and I both know that if you return, I'll be fully human again...

"I'll never come back to you," she spat.

You say that. But I'll torment you and twist you until you have no other choice.

"NO!"

...Oh, yes.

From a short distance, Shiroi could see Charlotte walking back toward the school. She clutched her whip in her hand and followed her, while intent on keeping a distance to avoid being detected. If I'm going to get my revenge, today is the day, she thought to herself, licking her lips in what she could only speculate was the average human emotion of anticipation. Strange, she wanted to taste revenge so badly, yet the want was also satisfying - and the fact that she would soon indulge herself.

After watching Charlotte enter the room, she did the same. "I suppose I should thank you," she announced, aware that she was revealing her presence and ruining any chance of a stealth kill. Why did I do that? She snapped out of her daze before continuing. "I never knew the emotion most people call spite until you taught it to me." she licked her lips again and clutched her whip, which had a cartridge with a fire Dust crystal. "I waited awhile, Charlotte, I trained awhile, I kept an eye on that Reina bitch for awhile - but now," her eyes glistened and she cracked a deranged smile that would crack a mirror. "Now I indulge." a knife fell from her sleeve into her hand.

"Glad I could assist you, then," Charlotte said with a smile, snapping out of her mind and into the present, "but I'm afraid I'm not going to let you kill me. You see, if anyone's going to kill me, it's not going to be you. It's not going to be Reina either. I'm afraid the task of killing me is reserved for someone else..."

A psychotic smile spread across her face.

"But if you want to try, you're most certainly welcome to."

[Rupudska]

She didn’t have the chance to finish the thought as he charged towards her. Still in the middle of stomping down the irrational sympathy his comment had provoked, Umber was caught completely unprepared for such a stupid thing. The wild haymaker she should have easily dodged ended up glancing off her shoulder.

But now they’d started the fight, not her or Jolana. Umber smiled. It was a matter of proper discipline.

They had started the fight, which was exactly what Jolana had wanted. She smiled at it, as one of the others proceeded to charge for her.

The advantage of a foregrip on a massive sword is that it lets you put a lot of leverage into a swing. It's not terribly accurate, but when swinging for the legs that doesn't really matter.

The idiot's legs connected with the broad side of the sword's leg and sent him tumbling instead of charging for Jolana. She easily sidestepped him.

"N-next."

[Occupied Deutschland]

snip

Umber managed to sidestep the next punch aimed at her, and her doubts disappeared. Stepping inwards to the boy’s side, she shot one elbow out onto the top of his back. Pushing off with her back foot, she used the elbow as leverage and rolled over his back, shedding the coat as she went. As she came down on the other side of the boy, Umber ducked down and snaked one leg behind him. Wrapping both hands around the ankle she was squatting over, Umber heaved.

She rolled back as he fell so he wouldn’t end up breaking an ankle. The boy hit the floor with a scream of surprise, and then Umber landed on his back and he let out a much quieter grunt of pain. She wasn’t all that heavy, but it couldn’t be comfortable for him. She meanwhile was quite satisfied with her newfound seat. She would have thought that someone so smug and sure of themselves would have been at least a little more difficult to pin down. Of course, she did have a year or two on him. Still—

The thought was interrupted by a foot smashing into the side of Umber’s head and throwing her off her victim.

There were three of them. Number three just applied boot to my head. Right after I thought his buddy was too smug. Karma doesn’t usually move that fast.

[Aidannadia]

As Erde then kept walking through the clearing she lightly slipped her hands back into her pockets and then quickly entered the forest and then disappeared from sight within the darkness blending into the brown and green until her presence faded entirely. Afterall she still has so many things to do today, it wasn't like she had wanted to spend anytime alone with any one person well Save for Adelaide who likely knew that she was... "Visiting" again. That was going to be a fun earful but Erde would enjoy it with a smile as she continued to walk until she eventually reached back to Beacon and then waited silently until Togami showed up while sitting on one of the courtyard benches with the "Vale Times" in hand which she had pulled from a pocket somewhere in her suit.

The only sound that could be heard was the clicking of dress shoes against the cobbled ground one step at a time. The sound continued, rose in volume bu not frequency, and then halted in front of the woman with newspaper. "Do you have the time? I'm supposed to be meeting a date here." A boy's voice said with a slight chuckle to Erde.

[Serah]

Erde found herself listening to the young mans drivel... it just kept pouring out of him to the point were Erde had for a moment entertained the idea of turning him into something.... nonhuman well what would be the remains of his corpse anyway. But she somehow found the strength to stop herself as the pouring of her blades falling from the sky finally came to cease as her ears picked up all Grimm truly surrounding them to have ceased existing. As he finally finished a few moments before her blades stopped falling she entertained her response silently then then lightly smiled and snapped her fingers lightly as if she had a delightful lit bight bulb over her head and had found the right thing to say.

"It shouldn't surprise you that I knew your name, well actually I didn't at first, but when you passed by me prior in the hall by that infirmary I... Smelt a memory... of the past that clung to you. After that it was simple elimination of the information I already possessed.
If you really want to thank anyone it would be... "
Erde paused for a moment letting a mischievous smile form across her face as she stared at Heamet and then sightly shook her head and then ever so lightly place a hand on her hips and continued speaking.

"Leonard... but i'd rather not act on instinct or irrationality anymore... I have grown tried of such ways, but I do enjoy playing my own little games or the plays that you "birds" delightfully choose to play for me to ease my enuwe,
But I guess after all, once you stare into an abyss, the abyss will stare back at you... So little Heamet keep playing for me... alright.
After all you might as well entertain me... who knows you might even get a little reward if your act makes me laugh. But for now, i'll leave you with this... you should be good for an hour or two until the my swords break but lesser Grimm won't be able to approach."

As Erde lightly snapped her fingers while still resting her hands on her hips, the world beside Heamet altered as a rustic oil drum filled with water projected in and then solidified. Below it was a pile of fire wood and tinder and a few steps allowing for easy entrance into the drum bath. All the young man would have to do is light the material. Of course the bath water itself was infused with various extra minerals and a soft light scent so it would also help his skin if he cared at all about that.
With such a small present finished Erde choose to conclude her business with the young man there and simply turned around and started walking off but then stopped for a moment and then spoke loudly.
"You can keep the bath for a few days, should choose to enjoy it with your friends or not... and I don't care if your play was sloppy, it had its own merit, don't forget that.... Well then until next time kiddo."

Heamet simply shrugged at the woman's words.
There was nothing to be said, nothing to be understood, nothing to be grieved.

To him, they almost felt empty.
And they very well could.
However, most of this was due to his lack of interest in Erde's character.
To him, she was just a knockoff, some kind of clown mimicking the big bad before they showed up.
However, she was quite possibly the most dangerous clown he had ever seen.
And that would possibly scare him, should she have any sort of power over him, which she didn't have in any way.

However, there was one thing he didn't quite understand.
'The past that clung to you.' Those words went into circles in his mind, he didn't understand, what could she have meant by the past that clung to him?
Did she mean Theriam?
Him?
Or maybe something he himself forgot?
He didn't know, and as he wanted to be fully honest with himself, that very fact was tearing his mind to smithereens.

"Oh well, since I do have that bath, might as well." He stripped of his clothes and went in smoothly, calling Aria on his scroll, beckoning her to join him.

After all, if he did have this bath thing, might as well use it and share it with someone in some way.
And it wasn't like they didn't like each other either.

[Rupudska]

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Umber managed to sidestep the next punch aimed at her, and her doubts disappeared. Stepping inwards to the boy’s side, she shot one elbow out onto the top of his back. Pushing off with her back foot, she used the elbow as leverage and rolled over his back, shedding the coat as she went. As she came down on the other side of the boy, Umber ducked down and snaked one leg behind him. Wrapping both hands around the ankle she was squatting over, Umber heaved.

She rolled back as he fell so he wouldn’t end up breaking an ankle. The boy hit the floor with a scream of surprise, and then Umber landed on his back and he let out a much quieter grunt of pain. She wasn’t all that heavy, but it couldn’t be comfortable for him. She meanwhile was quite satisfied with her newfound seat. She would have thought that someone so smug and sure of themselves would have been at least a little more difficult to pin down. Of course, she did have a year or two on him. Still—

The thought was interrupted by a foot smashing into the side of Umber’s head and throwing her off her victim.

There were three of them. Number three just applied boot to my head. Right after I thought his buddy was too smug. Karma doesn’t usually move that fast.

Karma seemed to be moving fast in general, as Jolana completed her swing by doing a full 360-degree-turn into number three's head. Kwanon made a comical 'klang' sound as it slammed into his head, the momentum carrying Jolana around in her swing.

She really needed that growth spurt her father insisted would hit her some time in her first year at Beacon. Being used to an inconveniently large sword didn't make it any less inconvenient.

[North Arkana]

Silvia Kristov

Asher stared at the others of his team, and this Redwood character. His eyes flicked between them, the clear nervousness and desperation of this action offset by the oddity of his comment. Then again, that was his role, wasn’t it? To provide comic relief. At least, that was one of his roles. The other was to keep the bindings tight. After all, if they loosened it would happen again. Asher didn’t want to run again, despite the fact that it would be inevitably revealed that Asher was not Asher, merely a faunus.

Maybe if Asher was brave, like the Stalwart Mouse or if Asher was cold and logical, like the Copper Girl from the Witch of Zo he would tell his team. But alas, he was more like a certain other character from the novel-- the Knave. He was cowardly, incompetent, foolish, afraid-- and ultimately alone. He swung his finger out, the pale appendage which pointed towards the girl--Silvia-- and stuttered out some words despite his . “Y-you’re just like the Copper Girl from the book,” the finger shifted, this time pointing at Varus, “You a-are the Stalwart Mouse,” it flicked to the next member of SAVR, Russet, “You’re Theodore,” finally, Asher pointed to himself, “and I’m the Knave.”

"Это правда, there are indeed parallels to be drawn between the members of our team and the characters of this novel. I withdraw any criticism of your stance on this."

Silvia watched as the others interacted. Meanwhile, thought were running through her head. She was wondering why she'd ended up as the first part of the team name. Traditionally, being in that position indicated leadership of the team, but she didn't want to be the leader, and there were certainly... Stronger personalities, so to speak, who would be more willing to accept the position. Hopefully there would be no problems caused by this.

[The Grey Wolf]

From a short distance, Shiroi could see Charlotte walking back toward the school. She clutched her whip in her hand and followed her, while intent on keeping a distance to avoid being detected. If I'm going to get my revenge, today is the day, she thought to herself, licking her lips in what she could only speculate was the average human emotion of anticipation. Strange, she wanted to taste revenge so badly, yet the want was also satisfying - and the fact that she would soon indulge herself.

After watching Charlotte enter the room, she did the same. "I suppose I should thank you," she announced, aware that she was revealing her presence and ruining any chance of a stealth kill. Why did I do that? She snapped out of her daze before continuing. "I never knew the emotion most people call spite until you taught it to me." she licked her lips again and clutched her whip, which had a cartridge with a fire Dust crystal. "I waited awhile, Charlotte, I trained awhile, I kept an eye on that Reina bitch for awhile - but now," her eyes glistened and she cracked a deranged smile that would crack a mirror. "Now I indulge." a knife fell from her sleeve into her hand.

"Glad I could assist you, then," Charlotte said with a smile, snapping out of her mind and into the present, "but I'm afraid I'm not going to let you kill me. You see, if anyone's going to kill me, it's not going to be you. It's not going to be Reina either. I'm afraid the task of killing me is reserved for someone else..."

A psychotic smile spread across her face.

"But if you want to try, you're most certainly welcome to."

While Shiroi remained unmoved, a part of her inside was rabid about the comment. Who does this little bitch think she is? She thinks she's going to beat me? she uncomfortably realized she was experiencing anger, to the point that she worried about interference with her analytic mind if she didn't focus her attention elsewhere. "You will burn..." she growled, slamming her whip onto the ground and sending a blast of fire in Charlotte's general direction. The fire spurted from all of the whip's numerous tails, spreading out and potentially burning the floor, beds, and all furniture or items in the room.

[Charlia]

"Glad I could assist you, then," Charlotte said with a smile, snapping out of her mind and into the present, "but I'm afraid I'm not going to let you kill me. You see, if anyone's going to kill me, it's not going to be you. It's not going to be Reina either. I'm afraid the task of killing me is reserved for someone else..."

A psychotic smile spread across her face.

"But if you want to try, you're most certainly welcome to."

While Shiroi remained unmoved, a part of her inside was rabid about the comment. Who does this little bitch think she is? She thinks she's going to beat me? she uncomfortably realized she was experiencing anger, to the point that she worried about interference with her analytic mind if she didn't focus her attention elsewhere. "You will burn..." she growled, slamming her whip onto the ground and sending a blast of fire in Charlotte's general direction. The fire spurted from all of the whip's numerous tails, spreading out and potentially burning the floor, beds, and all furniture or items in the room.

Charlotte drew her own blades, feeling rage burn through her heart. "I already burn, idiot--I burn in hellfire," she said with a snarl, running through the flames, the fire licking at her clothes and setting a small flame.

She growled, sheathing one blade and batting the flame out. She swung her sword, and then remembered how her semblance had worked earlier.

A smile twisted across her face, and she followed up her blade with a rush of pain, letting it flow into Shiroi's mind and screaming, "Burn with me!"

[The Grey Wolf]

While Shiroi remained unmoved, a part of her inside was rabid about the comment. Who does this little bitch think she is? She thinks she's going to beat me? she uncomfortably realized she was experiencing anger, to the point that she worried about interference with her analytic mind if she didn't focus her attention elsewhere. "You will burn..." she growled, slamming her whip onto the ground and sending a blast of fire in Charlotte's general direction. The fire spurted from all of the whip's numerous tails, spreading out and potentially burning the floor, beds, and all furniture or items in the room.

Charlotte drew her own blades, feeling rage burn through her heart. "I already burn, idiot--I burn in hellfire," she said with a snarl, running through the flames, the fire licking at her clothes and setting a small flame.

She growled, sheathing one blade and batting the flame out. She swung her sword, and then remembered how her semblance had worked earlier.

A smile twisted across her face, and she followed up her blade with a rush of pain, letting it flow into Shiroi's mind and screaming, "Burn with me!"

"Oh, you think you have it bad..." Shiroi said in a dangerously low voice. "You won't know what torture is until a few minutes." she hurled the knife in her hand, built for throwing, at Charlotte while she was busy trying to bat the flames from her. The fire had spread and set some of the beds on fire, with the room beginning to heat up and become smoky.

"I'm afraid, little girl," Shiroi raced toward Charlotte, ignoring the fire and smoke as she cracked her whip. The tails of the weapon seemed to come to life, surrounding and trying to restrain Charlotte's sword arm, while she thrusted her head against Charlotte's in a headbutt. "That you won't be using your Semblance to defeat me this time."

[Charlia]

Charlotte drew her own blades, feeling rage burn through her heart. "I already burn, idiot--I burn in hellfire," she said with a snarl, running through the flames, the fire licking at her clothes and setting a small flame.

She growled, sheathing one blade and batting the flame out. She swung her sword, and then remembered how her semblance had worked earlier.

A smile twisted across her face, and she followed up her blade with a rush of pain, letting it flow into Shiroi's mind and screaming, "Burn with me!"

"Oh, you think you have it bad..." Shiroi said in a dangerously low voice. "You won't know what torture is until a few minutes." she hurled the knife in her hand, built for throwing, at Charlotte while she was busy trying to bat the flames from her. The fire had spread and set some of the beds on fire, with the room beginning to heat up and become smoky.

"I'm afraid, little girl," Shiroi raced toward Charlotte, ignoring the fire and smoke as she cracked her whip. The tails of the weapon seemed to come to life, surrounding and trying to restrain Charlotte's sword arm, while she thrusted her head against Charlotte's in a headbutt. "That you won't be using your Semblance to defeat me this time."

"You think I'm talking about torture?!" she screamed, reeling back as the flaming whip caught her arm, searing into her flesh. She screamed again, wordless, feeling her skin beginning to melt where the whip was touching it. Her head snapped back, and she pulled out her other blade with the left hand, desperately trying to fight with it even though it wasn't her dominant hand. She could do dual bladed fighting, but her left hand was usually just... backup for the right. Now?

Now it might just save her life.

[The Grey Wolf]

"Oh, you think you have it bad..." Shiroi said in a dangerously low voice. "You won't know what torture is until a few minutes." she hurled the knife in her hand, built for throwing, at Charlotte while she was busy trying to bat the flames from her. The fire had spread and set some of the beds on fire, with the room beginning to heat up and become smoky.

"I'm afraid, little girl," Shiroi raced toward Charlotte, ignoring the fire and smoke as she cracked her whip. The tails of the weapon seemed to come to life, surrounding and trying to restrain Charlotte's sword arm, while she thrusted her head against Charlotte's in a headbutt. "That you won't be using your Semblance to defeat me this time."

"You think I'm talking about torture?!" she screamed, reeling back as the flaming whip caught her arm, searing into her flesh. She screamed again, wordless, feeling her skin beginning to melt where the whip was touching it. Her head snapped back, and she pulled out her other blade with the left hand, desperately trying to fight with it even though it wasn't her dominant hand. She could do dual bladed fighting, but her left hand was usually just... backup for the right. Now?

Now it might just save her life.

Now was the time to deliver her coup de grace, Shiroi decided. She could begin to feel some pain from Charlotte's Semblance, but she was too focused and high on adrenaline to pay too much attention. Another knife fell from her sleeve, a backup in case the first one was not successful in completing it's task. Her left hand was not her dominant one, but she had spent enough time practicing with knives where she would be able to use it. Not ideally, but it would perform it's task well enough. Realizing that Charlotte was reaching for her sword, she drove the knife directly to Charlotte's stomach,

[Charlia]

"You think I'm talking about torture?!" she screamed, reeling back as the flaming whip caught her arm, searing into her flesh. She screamed again, wordless, feeling her skin beginning to melt where the whip was touching it. Her head snapped back, and she pulled out her other blade with the left hand, desperately trying to fight with it even though it wasn't her dominant hand. She could do dual bladed fighting, but her left hand was usually just... backup for the right. Now?

Now it might just save her life.

Now was the time to deliver her coup de grace, Shiroi decided. She could begin to feel some pain from Charlotte's Semblance, but she was too focused and high on adrenaline to pay too much attention. Another knife fell from her sleeve, a backup in case the first one was not successful in completing it's task. Her left hand was not her dominant one, but she had spent enough time practicing with knives where she would be able to use it. Not ideally, but it would perform it's task well enough. Realizing that Charlotte was reaching for her sword, she drove the knife directly to Charlotte's stomach,

Her semblance shut off. Her face twisted in pain.

With her attention caught by the agony the whip was bringing to her molten flesh, she hadn't seen the knife until it was too late.

She dropped to her knees, gasping, blood already beginning to seep from the wound, although the knife's presence blocked most of it from escaping her body.

She slid sideways, gazing with blurring eyes at a tilted world.

This wasn't how she expected to die. She'd expected someone else to bring about her death... and felt almost disappointed that this was how it was going to be.

...Chess... Lucas... Mentari...

I never got to tell them I was sorry. I never got to tell them how much they actually mean to me.

I never got to say goodbye...

The flames licked at her prone body, setting her clothing aflame. She didn't feel the heat, though. She didn't feel much of anything other than the sharp pain of the knife in her abdomen.

...never got to say goodbye to Theriam... tell him I love him...

...can't die like this...

...too late, I guess.

[The Grey Wolf]

Now was the time to deliver her coup de grace, Shiroi decided. She could begin to feel some pain from Charlotte's Semblance, but she was too focused and high on adrenaline to pay too much attention. Another knife fell from her sleeve, a backup in case the first one was not successful in completing it's task. Her left hand was not her dominant one, but she had spent enough time practicing with knives where she would be able to use it. Not ideally, but it would perform it's task well enough. Realizing that Charlotte was reaching for her sword, she drove the knife directly to Charlotte's stomach,

Her semblance shut off. Her face twisted in pain.

With her attention caught by the agony the whip was bringing to her molten flesh, she hadn't seen the knife until it was too late.

She dropped to her knees, gasping, blood already beginning to seep from the wound, although the knife's presence blocked most of it from escaping her body.

She slid sideways, gazing with blurring eyes at a tilted world.

This wasn't how she expected to die. She'd expected someone else to bring about her death... and felt almost disappointed that this was how it was going to be.

...Chess... Lucas... Mentari...

I never got to tell them I was sorry. I never got to tell them how much they actually mean to me.

I never got to say goodbye...

The flames licked at her prone body, setting her clothing aflame. She didn't feel the heat, though. She didn't feel much of anything other than the sharp pain of the knife in her abdomen.

...never got to say goodbye to Theriam... tell him I love him...

...can't die like this...

...too late, I guess.

"Well, well, little bird." Shiroi grinned, reveling in the feeling of bliss as Charlotte fell the floor. "You sung your last song." she took her whip and transformed it into a firearm, pointing the weapon at the fallen girl and preparing to fire. But try as Shiroi might, she could not bring herself to pull the trigger and kill her. "What...." she gritted her teeth and tried to press the trigger. "Why can't I kill the bitch?" the last few days kept running through her head. She had experienced pain and frustration, true. But this was the first time she had managed to feel such powerful emotions, ranging from bliss to disappointment.

And Charlotte had been the cause of this. Irrational and irritating as the girl might be, had she not met Shiroi, than she might not have ever gotten the opportunity to explore these emotions. Shiroi had always been afraid of death, but the feeling of emotions almost seemed to lessen that. If she could feel bliss, maybe death was not so bad.

If she dies, I lose my sense of purpose. Shiroi thought to herself, dropping on top of Charlotte and smelling her hair. "I think I've just fallen in love with you." she stated, trying to pick the other girl up and partially succeeding. She held Charlotte up by the shoulders and took her to the door, trying to cover the wound with one hand to keep it from infection or bleeding out.

[Charlia]

Her semblance shut off. Her face twisted in pain.

With her attention caught by the agony the whip was bringing to her molten flesh, she hadn't seen the knife until it was too late.

She dropped to her knees, gasping, blood already beginning to seep from the wound, although the knife's presence blocked most of it from escaping her body.

She slid sideways, gazing with blurring eyes at a tilted world.

This wasn't how she expected to die. She'd expected someone else to bring about her death... and felt almost disappointed that this was how it was going to be.

...Chess... Lucas... Mentari...

I never got to tell them I was sorry. I never got to tell them how much they actually mean to me.

I never got to say goodbye...

The flames licked at her prone body, setting her clothing aflame. She didn't feel the heat, though. She didn't feel much of anything other than the sharp pain of the knife in her abdomen.

...never got to say goodbye to Theriam... tell him I love him...

...can't die like this...

...too late, I guess.

"Well, well, little bird." Shiroi grinned, reveling in the feeling of bliss as Charlotte fell the floor. "You sung your last song." she took her whip and transformed it into a firearm, pointing the weapon at the fallen girl and preparing to fire. But try as Shiroi might, she could not bring herself to pull the trigger and kill her. "What...." she gritted her teeth and tried to press the trigger. "Why can't I kill the bitch?" the last few days kept running through her head. She had experienced pain and frustration, true. But this was the first time she had managed to feel such powerful emotions, ranging from bliss to disappointment.

And Charlotte had been the cause of this. Irrational and irritating as the girl might be, had she not met Shiroi, than she might not have ever gotten the opportunity to explore these emotions. Shiroi had always been afraid of death, but the feeling of emotions almost seemed to lessen that. If she could feel bliss, maybe death was not so bad.

If she dies, I lose my sense of purpose. Shiroi thought to herself, dropping on top of Charlotte and smelling her hair. "I think I've just fallen in love with you." she stated, trying to pick the other girl up and partially succeeding. She held Charlotte up by the shoulders and took her to the door, trying to cover the wound with one hand to keep it from infection or bleeding out.

Charlotte's blood continued flowing from the wound, her mind and vision clouding. She could barely stay upright. The blood loss had weakened her body and her mind, and she couldn't distinguish where--or when--she was.

She managed to make it to the door before she was able to go no farther, her body simply not responding to her commands.

...hurts... a lot. Is that... really... all you have to say?... ...nice... hearing you sound... weak... just like me...

[The Grey Wolf]

"Well, well, little bird." Shiroi grinned, reveling in the feeling of bliss as Charlotte fell the floor. "You sung your last song." she took her whip and transformed it into a firearm, pointing the weapon at the fallen girl and preparing to fire. But try as Shiroi might, she could not bring herself to pull the trigger and kill her. "What...." she gritted her teeth and tried to press the trigger. "Why can't I kill the bitch?" the last few days kept running through her head. She had experienced pain and frustration, true. But this was the first time she had managed to feel such powerful emotions, ranging from bliss to disappointment.

And Charlotte had been the cause of this. Irrational and irritating as the girl might be, had she not met Shiroi, than she might not have ever gotten the opportunity to explore these emotions. Shiroi had always been afraid of death, but the feeling of emotions almost seemed to lessen that. If she could feel bliss, maybe death was not so bad.

If she dies, I lose my sense of purpose. Shiroi thought to herself, dropping on top of Charlotte and smelling her hair. "I think I've just fallen in love with you." she stated, trying to pick the other girl up and partially succeeding. She held Charlotte up by the shoulders and took her to the door, trying to cover the wound with one hand to keep it from infection or bleeding out.

Charlotte's blood continued flowing from the wound, her mind and vision clouding. She could barely stay upright. The blood loss had weakened her body and her mind, and she couldn't distinguish where--or when--she was.

She managed to make it to the door before she was able to go no farther, her body simply not responding to her commands.

...hurts... a lot. Is that... really... all you have to say?... ...nice... hearing you sound... weak... just like me...

Realizing that she couldn't keep the other girl upright, Shiroi picked her up bridal style. "You're.... surprisingly lighter than you look." she said as she kicked the door, sending it flying from the hinges. "Don't worry, Charlotte. We'll get you help." she ran as fast as she could while carrying Charlotte, searching for the hospital wing of the school.

[Charlia]

Charlotte's blood continued flowing from the wound, her mind and vision clouding. She could barely stay upright. The blood loss had weakened her body and her mind, and she couldn't distinguish where--or when--she was.

She managed to make it to the door before she was able to go no farther, her body simply not responding to her commands.

...hurts... a lot. Is that... really... all you have to say?... ...nice... hearing you sound... weak... just like me...

Realizing that she couldn't keep the other girl upright, Shiroi picked her up bridal style. "You're.... surprisingly lighter than you look." she said as she kicked the door, sending it flying from the hinges. "Don't worry, Charlotte. We'll get you help." she ran as fast as she could while carrying Charlotte, searching for the hospital wing of the school.

"...takes... a special regimen," she cracked weakly.

Which... is to say general torture, and... ow... pain... She closed her eyes, and her head fell back, her mouth gaping open and her chest heaving with each desperate gasp for air. She didn't want to die. Not now.

It was with surprise that she realized that--she didn't want to die anymore.

She'd have to remember to thank Shiroi later.

[Serah]

Charlotte's blood continued flowing from the wound, her mind and vision clouding. She could barely stay upright. The blood loss had weakened her body and her mind, and she couldn't distinguish where--or when--she was.

She managed to make it to the door before she was able to go no farther, her body simply not responding to her commands.

...hurts... a lot. Is that... really... all you have to say?... ...nice... hearing you sound... weak... just like me...

Realizing that she couldn't keep the other girl upright, Shiroi picked her up bridal style. "You're.... surprisingly lighter than you look." she said as she kicked the door, sending it flying from the hinges. "Don't worry, Charlotte. We'll get you help." she ran as fast as she could while carrying Charlotte, searching for the hospital wing of the school.

Aria wandered around, classes were off, and she had nothing to do before that appointed rendez-vous that Heamet sent her.

But somehow, she felt compelled to wander around odd parts before leaving the academy.
And that's when she saw someone carrying Charlotte bridal style.
At first, she was jealous, thinking that it was Theriam that did this and was almost trespassing in Yandere mode.
But then, after taking a closer look, she noticed the person lifting Charlotte wasn't Theriam.
Actually it wasn't even a man, it was another girl.
But somehow, she still kept her switch on hand.

"Who are you?" She asked in a cold tone from upfront.

"Most importantly, why are you carrying Theriam's girlfriend like that?" She continued, even dryer.
"And why is she bleeding?" Her guns weren't pulled out of their holsters, but she had her scroll in hand, and as she replied to Heamet, she also sent a message to Theriam, even though she knew he never answered anything.

But one thing was sure, the girl was not going to pass.
Whether it would be due to her, or Theriam arriving.