[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hBon00jon10]Danger[/URL]

[b]Compassion:[/b]

Gen prepared himself for the events to come, fiddling with his hoodie to ease the anxiety. His eyes were glued to the grass below him, the blades were the same color as his overwear. Too frightened to raise his line of sight to the edge of the cliff, he let a yawn escape from his parted lips. Since the boy was yet to affirm himself with a suitable sleeping schedule for his time at Beacon, he placed all of his faith in his beloved bitter beverages. But he had only chugged the drink down before his arrival, it will take a few minutes for its effects to kick in. As he stood there, the gusts of wind attempted to flip up his hood over his scalp. The teen was draped in the same attire as the previous day, and it was in his best intentions to return with his clothing intact. Well, it was in his best hopes that he would even make it back, but he placed enough trust in Tactician. He glanced at the firearm strapped to his back, since Gen was yet to enter combat, the marksman rifle was in its passive mode, a substitute for a safety option. The sun’s rays deflected off of the gun’s stock and pierced his eyes, forcing him to turn away from his weapon. Letting out a sigh, he continue to mentally brace himself. [b]”We’re gonna kick some butt! Yeah! I’m gonna hug one of those big mean monsters to death!”[/b] The ceaseless jeering of Exuberance irritated Hio slightly, but his vocal atrocities were accompanied by Aggressor’s insinuations directed at the persona. Half-tempted to facepalm himself, he managed to restrain such an act in public. 

Unable to creep into a daze, Gen was forced to bear through their usual arguments. He glanced to his side, noticing his hooded friend was standing beside him. The boy wasn’t surprised by Rielle’s refusal to leave the homage of her red hood, since she was surrounded by students who were equivalent to complete strangers. Only able to see a tinge of blonde hair wandering from behind the headwear, he was unable to see her expression. [i]”I wonder how we’re going to get there. This cliff is facing an ocean, and I’m not the best swimmer.”[/i] It was beyond him how the girl could keep such a calm composure. Hio was on the verge of shaking, thankful that his pants hid the movements of his kneecaps. After a few minutes of waiting, the woman who would be assigning them their mission waltzed over to the group. Whilst the headmistress took her time, Gen took peaks at the remaining ten students. He vaguely recognized a portion of them from the trip on the airship. Among them was the very student who was responsible for the explosion, who pleaded under the saving grace of curiosity. There was also the alcohol enthusiast of a faunus, the calm boy who was sporting a white formal suit, and a few others who originally seaked respite at the bar. Though he wasn’t too interested in their unique utilities, his fellow persona was probably in the midst of documenting each and every aspect of their weapon. 

Gen was basing any thoughts and strategies off of rumors which floated around the school body. Tales of his seniors’ past experiences would hopefully act as a guide through the mission. The woman had a stern, intimidating expression engraved into her face, complimented by the expertly combed red hair. The strands were of a darker shade compared to Rielle’s apparel, he could imagine the locks of hair possessing abilities beyond common semblances. As if they were capable of enveloping any light and hope of her adversaries, it only made Hio shudder along with the cold even more. The woman marched down the line of students as she began her greeting. Surprisingly, it wasn’t as short as yesterday’s speech. She continued on to referencing their seniors’ stories of the evaluation;

[b][i]""Whatever ideas you have about the test, forget them. You twelve will be set out to achieve a different objective. In this test, there is no pass or fail. It is pass... or die."[/i][/b]

And with that, any theories of Gen’s were deemed a bust, making his heart drop at a tremendous rate. The task forced upon them would be completely from scratch, a first time experience for both the academy and the students. The boy didn’t feel any better when he was notified that his spot was hand-picked out of the whole entire first year class. The woman stopped before Rielle, whose attention was focused somewhere else. The headmistress instantly took action in reprimanding her for such a sin, and balled a first around a grouping of her hair. Gen’s mouth flew open, though any flow of words was brought to a halt as his eyes narrowed at the hand. The headmistress was only lightly grabbing onto his friend’s hair, leaving some breathing space within her palm. The act was most likely intended to instill understanding from the students, affirming her position as their headmistress. The boy receded from any further action as he listened to their orders and what they entailed. [i]”Units of two? Alright, there’s somewhere to start. But these monsters sound like something which should be dealt with great care. Sounds like something that should have been assigned to more adept individuals. But I guess I can feel viable to this academy if such a task has been given to us.”[/i] As the headmistress’ synopsis came to an end, she raised her hand to the sky, making a grin of farewell to the twelve.

[b][i]"Good luck."[/i][/b]

As soon as the woman’s attempt to boost their morale left her mouth, she ceremoniously snapped her fingers, conjuring circle of glowing light below their feet. “Good day to you too, headmistress.” He politely bid to Opal as his vision was filled with a sudden flash. Once his eyes finally dilated to the sudden change of brightness, he finally took in his surroundings. Gen was teleported into a desolate cityscape. The paved roads had cracks and seams running through them, the shattered remains of architecture rid next to the streets. Within a second, the boy had transitioned from a peaceful cliff to a life-threatening area. “Alright, guess I’ll give up the reigns here.” He pouted aloud, glancing back at his fellow personae, “Don’t give T. too much trouble, alright? I’ll be watching from the waiting room.” As soon as he finished the statement, E. leaped onto Gen and tightly wrapped his arms in a bear hug, [b]”Don’t leave! Tactician calls me mean things!”[/b] Gen held back the feeling to laugh at the manifestation’s complaint, “You know he says that stuff because you are always blabbing when he’s training.” He patted E’s head and took a step back, retreating back into his personal bubble. “Well, good luck T. Find Rielle, meet up with the others, and complete the objective, alright?” Receiving silence as a response, Gen exhaled deeply and shut his lids.

[b]Tactician:[/b]

In a split second, the personae switched places, relieving Compassion of his control over the body. Releasing the grip he had on the puppet strings, Tactician took his place and reinstated control. As Gen’s eyes flew open, his kind expression was replaced by a more aware and stern look. He observed his surrounding, taking into account every employable vantage point. “It’ll take too long to find a position of leverage within these ruins. Looks like I will be fighting on equal ground.” Such a fighting style rarely ended in his victory, as it was an area he was at a deficiency in. Killing the target before they even get a proper sighting of Gen was his personal safezone in combat. He autonomously raised his arm to the grip of Sagaciter and tightened his hands. Unsheathing the firearm from the leather bandolier, he readied the rifle by applying pressure to a button near the trigger. As soon as he pushed down, the collapsed barrel of Sagaciter extended to its full length. The lights embedded into the edges of the rifle lit up a light green, accompanied by a faint humming, notifying Gen that the weapon was fully prepared.

Glancing back at his fellow personae, he made a motion with his head, “Let’s get a move on. We need to get out of the open.” The only way to make way through unknown terrain was to go about it stealthily, adapting and amending the chosen path as one progressed through the terrain. Resting his finger on the trigger, he held the firearm out as he sprinted towards the sidewalk. T. then continued to weave the body through alley ways, straying away from being spotted. Not sure which direction to take, Gen continued blindly in hopes that he would stumble upon the church. But such a dream was unobtainable, so he had to feel contempt with fate’s intervention. After ten minutes of wandering, all he listened to was the stomping of his own feet. Luckily, the secondary personae were in perfect sync with him, leaving no room for misinterpretation of noise. As he rounded a corner, he found himself standing before an enemy. Gen instinctively raised his firearm and aimed down the optics, confirming that the creature is indeed a living entity. The theory was finalized when the thermal sight registered the beast in a white outline. 

[i]”Grimm. Stay back, you two.”[/i] He mentally ordered the duo as he analyzed the creature, oblivious of his presence. Hio recognized the animal from a reading Compassion treated himself to, commonly known as a [i]Raptor[/i]. The reptile’s face resembled a white mask, its body was covered in contrasted feathers. At the tip of a tail almost twice as long as its own body was a red fin. [i]”Judging by the size of its dorsal frills, it’s a male. Must be a lackey.”[/i] After determining the raptor’s gender, he prioritized his attention with its sharpened claws, capable of eviscerating flesh. [u]Um. T. That bastard is turning this way.”[/u] As A. made the statement, the grimm’s eye narrowed at Gen, facing the side of its head to him. [i]”Indeed it is, A. Well, guess it’s go ti-”[/i] The train of thought was cut off as the creature raised its mouth of serrated teeth and let out a series of shrill cries. Gen took this chance to attack the beast, squeezing the trigger tightly as a volley of projectiles were sent towards the raptor. With the assistance of his semblance, the rounds attacked it from multiple angles, dealing damage to a majority of its body. Singed from the searing effects of the munition, the lifeless corpse fell to the ground. Gen cautiously approached the body, putting another round into the creature’s skull for good measure. [i]”It must have been pretty young, didn't even put up a fight. Alright, let’s go. The rest of the pack should be arriving very soon.”[/i] As if on cue, the boy heard multiple sets of footsteps nearby. Similar calls echoed in the distance, eminated by the rest of the raptor’s family. Gen let out a sigh and raised the firearm once again, [i]”Primary objective: Find Rielle and the others. Secondary objective: Eliminate hostiles.”[/i]