Well that was easy. Emlyn seemed to at least be willing to give the team a chance, even with how well their first real interaction went. It didn't even bother him that Emlyn wanted this to remain a secret. He just shrugged. "Sure. Those guys just wanted to rile you up anyway, no use in giving them more ammo, right?" Making his way back into the room, Auriel looked at the two who'd stayed inside. "So, what are we playing?"

Tai soon finished up with his cooldown workout and tidied up, courteous to not leave everything scattered about as others might. The school was providing this stuff, so the least he could do was treat it with the respect it deserved. There was nothing that said they couldn't be removed if deemed necessary. Admittedly, this probably wasn't that kind of offense, but better to not take chances, right?

That done, he took a side stop to take a quick shower, cold, to get off the remaining sweat and clean himself off from all that they had been through. It'd have been a chance to show off, if anyone else was there. But no one was even if he had wanted to, so it was relatively quiet and quick.

Drying off his hair with a towel, he considered what to do next before heading to the cafeteria. He wanted to see what the food was like, and he was hungry, so hopefully there would be something good to eat. Well, good in a figurative, as well as literally nutritious sense of the term. Still, there had to be something. So calmly he made his way, to get some dinner. Maybe he'd even meet some people there.

A wall clock ticking quietly somewhere within the infirmary, Shiro and Bridgett seemed to be the only ones present. Save for a few other students whose initiation wasn't kind to them. Looking himself over once again and making sure he had all of his things, he turned to Bridgett and flashed her a bright smile. Dismissing the fact that her normal clothes were unwearable and destroyed. Again, he held no shame in walking around half-naked or possibly even naked.

"Shall we go to our room?"
He figured the other two would eventually arrive at their assigned dorm.
He hoped a bit later so he could call dibs on his preferred bed/spot.
With a certain swagger to his step, he strutted on out of the infirmary.
As he walked out, a nurse attempted to stop him.
"Sir! You can't leave, you weren't discharged yet!"
He waved her off as he continued to walk, tracing Abel's scent to what he assumed would be their dorm.
"Aww, it's okay. I'll just discharge myself!" He grinned.
The nurse wanted to say more, but her words died on her tongue.
Humming happily, he continued to follow Abel's scent. He wondered how his 'other self' was before his 'Reset'. He would have to ask the others about it.

Priscilla sighed looking at the boys already doing their own thing. So she decided to why not and go ahead and do hers. The pink haired girl stood up looking towards Greyson. "Let's go walk around or something.." she said smiling, hopefully Greyson would follow behing her and now seeing that Tai was gone. Priscilla went out of their room and into the hallway, walking around and admiring how beautiful and huge it was in the inside. This place was gonna be her new home for the next few years. Suddenly, she bumped into someone... who was it? Robert. "Oh. Sorry Robbie. Where did you go?" she asked raising an eyebrow, giving him a smile. "I was just going to walk around for a bit. I saw that you boys were doing your own thing and I decided to do my own too. So walking around is the best for me right now..." the girl said giggiling because there wasn't much to do. Perhaps go to the cafeteria and eat something.

Trico got up and stretched, she was sat in one position to long, and for her, to long was five minutes, because Trico was THE most restless person in the entire world.
"Seems we are a team of three!" Trico exclaimed when no one walked in though the door after they had waited for a considerable amount of time.She then boldly walking over to the unclaimed bed and squatted in it. "I claim this bed for my own purposes!" She shouted, promptly pulling her underwear and unleashing a small torrent of urine onto the sheets, marking them very clearly for Trico and Trico alone. Once she had finished, she pulled her pants up and grinned. "And also I needed to go and would probably have gotten lost in the halls" She further explained, before turning to the door. "OK! I'm going to find the Pin Guy and explain our situation!" She shouted, before running off to find Professor Ozpin's office.

Did he read a book that quick...

Cynthia turned away from the dull-boring looking teammate to looking at Trico, as she bursts out loud the squad being a team of three and then taking a piss on one of the beds.

Cynthia eyes were widened by what she saw. She was thankful that she had a mask so she would not smell its stench but she was just shocked by what she saw.

“What has been seen cannot be unseen…”

Getting up from her bed, she stretched out and stood at the doors entrance. She grabbed Daemon and pressed a button transforming it into its non-combative state and placing it in her rectangular shaped bag in front of her waist.

She turned her head back to Marwan on his bed.

“I’m getting out of here. Want to walk with me around Beacon? I don’t want to be here when Ozpin or our fourth teammate arrives. I will be waiting outside of the room for a few minutes so you can make your decision."

Cynthia walked out of her dorm room and leaned to the wall facing the entry way into her room, crossing her arms. She was hoping that Marwan would respond to her so she could at least talk to one of her teammates, who seemed normal.

Marwan, half asleep, gets up and walks out to walk around with Cynthia. Turning to Cynthia he says, "It's like a gas chamber in there." and closes the door behind him. Shoving his hands to the bottom of his pockets he asks, "So where are we off to?" then covers his mouth as he yawns.

"What to say, what to say?" Robert thought on his way back to team PRGT's room. "''Hey, how was your nap?' No. 'Hi, how are you doing?' No. 'Have any dreams about me?' No, no, no ,no, no. Argh! Why can't I think of anything to say? Heck, I don't even know if she'll be awake when I get back. For all I know she's still asleep and I'm worrying about noth-" A girl Robert didn't recognize suddenly bolted out of one of the rooms ahead of him, barely giving him enough time to get out of her way. "Whoa, what's her rush?" he asked out loud. As he passed by the room that she had come out of though, he immediately was hit by the stench of urine. He let out an obvious sound of disgust before saying, "That's probably why." It was because of his thoughts being on the strange bed wetter, that he was off-guard when Priscilla approached him. "Huh? Oh, hey Priscilla. What was that you asked? Where did I go? I was going to leave the school to buy myself some better clothes to wear, but it ends up they won't let us leave campus. So, you're just walking around, huh? Mind if I tag along?" Robert said at a very quick pace while fidgeting with his hands and with nervousness showing in his tone of voice. He noticed this strange, yet enjoyable feeling as he talked with her, though. It was very similar to the one he had felt back when he had first met her, when he had fought with her and the rest of the team against Edgar, and when he walked with her after the test. There were no words to put towards the feeling to describe it though. At least, none that he could think of at the moment, or all of the other times before.

“Figures…”

“Hm, let’s just walk down the halls. Better than staying in front of our pissy dorm room when Ozpin or when the 4th teammate arrives…if we have one.”

Cynthia began walking down the hall slowly waiting for Marwan to catch up.

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"Alright."

Marwan quicly catches up to Cynthia.

After a short period of awkward silence, he asks, "Do you know where we can get somthing to eat? I haven't eaten in a while."

Greyson shrugged at Priscilla "sure" he stuff ad he got up and started to follow her outside thinking this was a good chance to talk to her since they both became partners and became part of team PGRT although when Greyson was going to try and start a conversation it just so happens they ran into Robert, why does it seem like Robert will be their when Greyson and Priscilla get some time together. "You guys can go on ahead I'll stay in the room and maybe take a bath" Greyson said not wanting to be the 3rd wheel if they wanted to talk. Greyson just wants to know if Priscilla wanted to just be with him even if only for a little while by actually saying it...

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“We can eat food at the cafeteria.”

They continued walking down the halls of beacon.

“My name is Cynthia Nivian Dea. What is your name?”

"Alright. At this point I don't what I eat, as long as I eat something."

For a second he forgot his own name but I quickly replies, "Uhh... I'm Marwan. I am a professional candy taster."

"Do you like candy?"

"Alright. At this point I don't what I eat, as long as I eat something."

For a second he forgot his own name but I quickly replies, "Uhh... I'm Marwan. I'm a professional candy taster."

"Do you like candy?"

Pluto


Pluto sighed deeply, heavy handedly closing shut his book and running his delicate fingers through his wavy black hair and lightly caressing some hair behind his ear. "Finally done....for now at least", he said in a soft voice, giggling briefly. He giggled, but really...he was exhausted. Being a teacher's assistant was hard work. He wasn't an assistant to one of the teachers, it was all of them, and this made his work load quite cumbersome at times. Of course, he appreciated being helpful and putting his needs before others, so, he kept his complaining to a minimum. It's like his mother would say..."Its about being there for others when they can't be there for themselves"....

With his cloths daintily wrapped around his body, he stood up from his seat and slowly pushed it in. Taking a moment to gather his notes and papers and books of course, he made his way out of the library and walked down the corridor, taking special notice of any of the Faunus he walked past and briefly smiling each time he saw them. "Oh right...", he thought to himself. Pluto stopped for a moment and looked up as if he was thinking intently and then made his way to the infirmary, looking through the doors briefly to check in on who was there. It hit him though, the rooftop. He hadn't been up there in a while, its always such a peaceful place to go if you need peace and quiet and maybe some R&R.

Having made his way up to the roof of the infirmary, Pluto sucks in the fresh air and lets out a deep breath, taking his time to relax-fully inhale and exhale the air as it breezes by and blows his cloth and wavy black hair. It hadn't been an assistant for long, but the workload was heavy already, and there was nothing like taking a moment to go outside and just....breath. His pretty eyes followed along the scenery until he noticed a strange looking person. Faunus most likely due to his inhuman like face, though...quite frankly, he couldn't make out what kind of faunus he was. Nonetheless, his countenance seemed quite sulky and washed over. Slowly, Pluto walked up near him and stood nearby, but not too close. He kept his distance, taking a few seconds here and there to look back and forth at him. Pluto frowned. "I wonder whats up with him...", he thought curiously to himself.

With his books still tightly grasped and pressed against his flat chest, he sat them down and stretched out his arms and yawned, slyly looking to the faunus once more as he did so. He spoke tenderly..."Ugh...sir...I'm sorry to bother you but...you just look really....bummed. Are....are you okay?", Pluto asked in a sweet and sincerely concerned tone of voice. It was always his "motherly" instincts and empathic heart that wanted to make people feel better. He was usually a wallflower, but...when others were in need...or at least...if it seemed that they were in need...he couldn't help himself but to at least try and help.

Priscilla totally looked at the girl who bumped into Robert, she couldn't help but to giggle because it was pretty funny, how she didn't even let the guy react to it. "Come on Greyson! Stop being a party pooper.." she said turning around facing Greyson, but it seems that he left already to their room. Priscilla couldn't help but to facepalm because she wanted to spend time with him too! She turned around to face Robert now. "Guess, Greyson.. isn't coming now...wanna go ahead without him then..?" the girl smiled at Robert, now making her way out of the hallway, hopefully he would follow.

Pondering the days events, Gren wondered what he must do next. Though Bridget was their team leader and thus usually had a final say in what their actions should be, Gren felt that currently, his team was weak. It was a harsh ruling and he'd never openly admit it, but his team has too many flaws to justify keeping. Most of was was Kuhaku's amnesia after using his Semblance. Power may come at a price, but that was no reason why it cannot be improved, or at least circumvented. His sense-altering Semblance would be highly useful for the others and against his enemies, but the risk of forgetting everything the more he used it was too extreme. Gren would think of a way for him to retain his memories regardless of the Semblance's draw back.

Bridget, Gren felt, was much too fragile. He understood the archetype and that she sacrifices defensive ability for speed and attack power, but this was not some competitive sport. She shouldn't need to play "Fair". To that end, he needed to figure out ways to increase her durability. She was naturally a rather lithe girl, so trying to bulk her up would be pointless. He was just going to have to make her more... Solid.

And than there was Abel. Gren did not see much problems with him in terms of physical ailments, however he did wonder where Abel's loyalty lies. He seems to be the team player type, however his outburst to Gren before may have shown a darker side of him than Abel would normally show. Or perhaps Gren was simply looking too deep into it. Regardless, Abel would need no physical augmentations, however Gren would have to keep track of Abel's action and personality for the future.

Gren's silent brooding was inturpted by the sight of a comely Faunas. Quite easy on the eyes, however Gren did not allow it to distract himself form his thoughts. He had figured the fauna had just come to the roof for quite time just as he had, however when the fauna asked Gren if he was "Bummed", "Bummed? Hmm... Something like that." Letting out a breath, Gren debated with himself if he should talk to the stranger about it. On one hand, Gren was never the type to keep his problems to himself, at least vocally. Granted, he wouldn't complain, but if asked, he would answer. But on the other hand, he did not want his team to think that he did not trust their current abilities if word got out that he was concerned about their weaknesses. "I'll give an answer, but not the whole truth."

Gren looked down at the ground below. It was a much shorter fall than the one he had to take during the opening exam. He could likely survive if he fell. But putting those thoughts aside he looked up. "I just returned from our opening exam. Though my team made it, our leader and my partner were grievously injured, and it makes me wonder... Just what do I need to do to ensure that does not happen again. We may not be perfect, but that does not mean we must accept weakness. But... I also wonder just where I stand amongst them. I am not their leader, and they are strong fighters, but I fear what their reactions would be if I were to... Critique their performance and ability. I feel that it would be unbecoming as a teammate to tell them, but I fear what would happen if they do not improve. Additionally... I wonder what else I could do for myself, to ensure that even if they do becoming stronger, that I can stand as an equal amongst them. What I wish to do is ambition, and ambition... Has negative conation."

Gren looked aimlessly into the sky, pondering the saying "The sky is the limit". He wondered what would happen if he actually tried to go for it. Would be be ridiculed? Would someone stop him? He did not know. He contemplated these thoughts for a short moment before turning his attention back towards the stranger. "Ah, forgive me. I ramble. My name is Gren Orchid. I am a faunas. To whom do I owe the pleasure of speaking to?"

The halls were decently occupied, people moving to explore whilst conversing, and Tai weaved through them like a leave on the breeze, his presence unnoticed or uncommented on. He didn't mind that too much, since he hardly could have expected less from the people here. They were too busy getting to know their teammates and each other to strike up a random conversation without someone walking by, at least if they were rational

Still, sometimes he had his doubts about himself. He was calm, at peace, but was that really what he wanted to be. At times, it seemed like he would walk through life without leaving an impact, some mark to indicate he was here. Would people miss him when his time eventually came, or would he just be remembered as the quiet one who did yoga on the front lawn in the morning? The thought was unexpected disturbing to the boy.

But laying that question aside, he entered the cafeteria. It wasn't filled to capacity by any stretch of the term, but there were a few people in it. Moving past them, Tai went up to get his food. It was simple affair, an apple, a small cup of water, but he wasn't very hungry at this point. If he needed more, he could get some later, and he wasn't disposed to waste food by taking in excess.

Meal in hand, he went to one of the empty tables and sat down there, by himself. He took small, measured bites as he looked around the room, occasionally adding a sip of water as he watched to see what happened. A passive bystander, as always.

Pluto


"Something like that?", Pluto thought to himself in a somewhat disappointed manner. Surely the tall orcish looking faunus had more to say than simply, something like that. Then again maybe he did not. And even if he did, he had no obligation to disclosing how he was feeling. And well...Pluto isnt exactly the most talkative type himself, but when he does speak, it is always heartfelt and passionate. So when the faunus actually continued, with quite a lot to say, way more than Pluto had expected, he smiled softly in genuine concern and gleefulness. His countenance lit up subtly and his feminine pretty eyes glossed as they followed the faunus' gaze over the rail and to the ground below.

Pluto stepped closer and lightly leaned himself against the railing to the left of the faunus. Cutely grasping his fragile hands behind his back, he warmly smiled, affectionately so, listening intently to what the faunus sincerely disclosed to him. As the faunus discussed the opening exam and his worry of his team, Pluto pondered over his own incompetence and sighed somewhat heavily. He was not on a beacon team and instead, was a teacher's assistant. Somewhat lacking in combat skill compared to many of the other students his age, he was offered the teacher's assistant job as a placeholder until he was strong enough to make an official team. This was a heavy hit to his confidence for sure.

Pluto chuckled lightly when the Faunus awkwardly paused and finally introduced himself as Gren. "Gren", what a subtlety simple, but nice name, Pluto genuinely thought to himself. Pluto smiled at him warmly and briefly looked over his shoulder out at the scenery before turning back to face him."Oh, no no no, forgiveness isn't necessary. I genuinely enjoyed listening to you.", he said in a soft and low and almost dainty tone. He paused awkwardly, brushing some of his wavy black hair out of face that the wind seemed to want to relentlessly retaliate against his efforts. His hands were still clasped behind his back as he continued..."And ugh...my name is Pluto. I'm ummm...I'm a teacher's assistant here and also faunus believe it or not.", he said gently, taking a brief moment to delicately lift up and pull back his garments to reveal the fish scales on his lower legs and forearms. Oh and the fins on his ankles. He smiled awkwardly before covering them back up.

"So... anyways... ummm....", he began awkwardly..."I'm the son of Madame Schön. She was a teacher here long before I was even old enough to come to this school. But...she isn't ummm...she isn't alive anymore...", he finished off with a sorrowful tone. His eyes began to water, but he quickly wiped them in an attempt to maintain his composure. It hadn't been long since his mother died and the harsh reality still hadn't completely set in yet. "Anyways...sorry about that Gren. Just had a moment. It's nice to meet you.", he said with a semi smile, the lingering thought of his mother still resonating in his mind. He shook his head and tried to focus. "But...I'm really sorry to hear about your teammates Gren. I usually don't do this, Well..actually... I've kinda been told not to do it. Its kind of the main reason why I'm not on a team fighting out in the field. But...I think I might be able to help your teammates...well...at least one of them. Perhaps...we can go get something to eat and talk about it.", he said to Gren in a sincere and pleasant tone. "No joke...I'm dying of hunger. My workload for these teachers is completely insane", he said in a teasing manner, his countenance beautiful and radiantly affectionate.