After a moment, the door would open for Trico, though she would find Ozpin at his desk, staring curiously at the door frame. The cards were now all neatly stacked on his desk, and his posture seemed very lax, his hands crossed over each other supporting his chin, his elbows holding his chin-support up. "Come in, Ms. Kunrai." he spoke to her, a neutral expression on his face.

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Beliya looked over the message on her Scroll, before taking note of her classes already being checked off...and then she read the message at the top, above the listings.

"All teams are required to take classes together in order to ensure that students have peers that they can always depend upon for review and study. Teams are required to take two Educational Courses (ie, Mathematics, Language, Computer Science, and Music) and two Hunter Courses (ie, Survival, Physical Training, Weapon Care and Testing, Grimmology, and Welding). We recommend that the team leader, or a general group consensus decide what courses will be selected."

After reading the message aloud, Beliya said: "I have no problem with the courses you selected...but...I am curious...what is 'Innawoods'? Is that a common phrase in Vale?" Pacing about, Beliya looked out the window, before asking: "Also, Ineko, I have a question. Is your strength entirely your own, or does it receive aid from your armor?"

Collab between Kimono(Pluto) and Lucius(Gren): Part 1


Gren simply smiled and extended his hand towards Pluto. "Come with me than. I know a place where we can get something good to eat."

Pluto smiled warmly and placed his own dainty hand into Grens, looking to him with a sense of affection. "So...this means we are friends now then?", he asked teasingly.

Gren smirked and nodded, saying no more. With Pluto in hand, Gren pulled him close to Gren's body. He than jumped off the roof, putting his free hand against the wall to slow their decent. It only took them four seconds to reach the ground where Gren landed with a solid but otherwise nondamaing thud. He let Pluto stand on his own feet once the threat of hitting the ground was over. "So, what is it that you'll like to eat?" Gren asked as he led Pluto off towards the cafeteria.

Pluto's face brightened gleefully when Gren nodded in agreement to his question. Pluto was most definitely somewhat of a wallflower, but was always thrilled to become friends with others. He loved the positive spirit and aura that was brought about by being with friends. But in a sudden moment, Pluto's thoughts were interrupted when he was suddenly taken by suprise as his small frame was abruptly pulled close and pressed against Gren's much larger frame, who had wrapped his strong arms around Pluto's lithe body and held him firm. Pluto briefly turned red in the face and smiled softly, as Gren jumped off the rail of the roof and keenly braced his hand against the wall to balance their descent until they had finally reached the ground with a thud.

Gren slowly released his grip from around Pluto's frame and Pluto slipped down to the ground on his own two feet. He briefly looked back up at the top from which they had just jumped. "I could never do that..", Pluto said to Gren in a awkward tone, before turning back to him and pacing along with him as they made their way to the cafeteria. "Hmmm...I don't know. You have free reign. I'll eat what you eat, except fish. I don't eat fish.", he said in a teasing tone, playing to the fact that he himself, was a fish faunus.

"No fish eh? Alright, let's see..."

Sometimes later after the two reached the cafeteria, Gren exited with some food. Pasta. "Here we go. Just a bit of noodles with tomatoe sauce, sour cream, green stuff. Enjoy."

Gren sat down beside Pluto, eating a bit of his noodles with chopsticks.

Pluto chuckled softly..."I think those are called curry leaves Gren.", he said in a playful tone, as he took his bowl of pasta and sat down at a table, with Gren sitting next to him soon after. Pluto looked to Gren and frowned, frustrated by his feeble attempts to eat the pasta with the chopsticks. but quickly noticed how effortlessly Gren seemed to use them. "Oh boy, I'm terrible at this Gren. How do you eat slimy noodles with sticks?", he said in a flustered tone, his pale face turning red in the process.

"Practice. Lots of practice." Gren smiled smuggly as he ate his noodles, most of which he was almost done with. He took a napkin and wiped the sauce off his mouth before plucking some noodles in his chopsticks and raising them up to Pluto's mouth. "Perhaps you'd perfer if I feed you?"

Pluto turned red at Gren's offer and smiled awkwardly..."Are you sure you want to do that?", he said in a shy and dainty tone. He had never been offered to be fed before. He looked at the chopsticks that Gren had raised to his mouth and looked at them with a confused countenance. Looking at Gren's sincere face to help and then back to the chopsticks, he let out a simple sigh. In the spur of the moment, he launched his face forward, chomping the noodles away from Gren's chopsticks and slurping them into his mouth, not realizing he had gotten a bit of sauce on his small chin. Pluto sighed and smiled at Gren with warm and very thankful eyes..."Waaaahhh, that was so good", Pluto said in a satisfied tone.

Smiling Gren plucked another small amount of noodles for Pluto. "Here's some more. And eat slower, you're making a mess." With his other hand Gren reached out and wiped some sauce off Pluto's chin. Gren's hand was oddly... Cold. Gren licked the sauce off his thumb absentmidly. "So, what do you do for the teachers? I mean, if you're not a hunter, what do they make you do?"

Pluto chuckled as he playfully ate from Gren's chopsticks, blushing momentarily when Gren reached out and softly wiped the sauce he hand unknowningly gotten on his chin. "Oh dear, sorry about that.", he said softly, quickly taking notice of Gren nonchalantly licking the sauce he had just wiped off Pluto's chin. Pluto let out a giggle. "Well...you see...", he began, but was suddenly distracted by the small gash on Gren's hand. He quickly reached out, and gripped his two dainty hands onto Gren's much larger hand, looking at the injury with concern. He did however, notice how cold Gren's hands were, but, as a fish faunus, his body was particularly cold also. "Gren your hurt...didn't you notice this cut on your hand?", he asked the faunus sincerely.

As he was going for another scoop of noodles Pluto took Gren's hand. At some point during his exam he had injured it enough for it to break his skin. The gash revealed a bit of his blood, but also a glint. Gren closed his hand to hide it. "Ah, nah. I got hurt by a lot of things during the exam. I can't worry about every little nick and scratch. Most of my serioues injuries are fine anyways, so the only thing left to heal are these small stuff. Don't worry, here." Gren used his other hand to continue feeding Pluto, which was somewhat less injured aside from the scratched up knuckles.

Pluto shook his head to Gren's attempts to offer him more noodles and looked directly into Gren's eyes. Pluto's face was particularly beautiful and feminine for a boy, especially when looked at directly. Pluto studied Gren's face briefly, before holding out his hand to Gren, making a quick gesture of his head. "Here, give me your hand. Please?", he asked sincerely, lookng to him comforting and reassuring eyes. Despite Gren saying he was fine, which, he probably was, Pluto was the type of person who felt a compulsion to help others. Although, the way he was about to help Gren, he didn't do often. But, there is always a time and place for everything he figured.

Sighing, Gren ate Pluto's share of the noodles and set his hands down. For a brief moment, he wasn't sure if he wanted Pluto to see them. He could guess that Pluto just wanted to make sure he would be fine, but Gren was a bit scared of what else Pluto might find out. But eventually he relented and showed Pluto his hand. The gash went from his index finger to his thumb. He recognized the injury; he likely got it when he was using the God Eater to rip through that mech. "So... What are you going to do?"

Pluto gave Gren a coy smile. He wasn't quite sure why he felt the need to do this, but, he did. Pluto grasped his small hands around Gren's large hand, placing one on the bottom and the other on top of the gash. "Umm...just watch. It might feel a little weird, like numbness, but...this is going to hurt me a lot more than its going to hurt you.", he chuckled awkwardly. Focusing intently on Gren's hand that was cupped within his own, a swirling and almost mystical display of colourful radiant lights began emanating from the middle of their clasped hands. The lights would flow and dance around their hands like a stream and Gren's hand would most likely begin to feel numb.

After only a few seconds had passed, the lights dissipated, as well as Gren's numbness, and Pluto released his grasp from Gren's hand. The gash had been healed completely. However, soon after, Pluto grasped his right hand with his left, and groaned softly, wincing as the pain that was in Gren's wound, had passed onto his own hand. His eyes began to water, as the pain that Gren had seemingly been unaware of, was amplified once it had transferred to his own hand. "Ugh...", he tried to speak through the pain. "Thi....this is why I am not a hunter. My semblance...it is quite debilitating. I'm not exactly fit for the field with this side effect. I've really gotta raise my tolerance for pain.", he tried to say in a jokish tone, trying to make light of the pain he was currently feeling from healing Gren's wound.

Gren's face looked shocked. His body was still, but one could tell that he was shaking (Methaphorically). This would be the second person who had to use their Semblance for him, but at the price of themselves. He knew that it wasn't sever, but he didn't like it. Not at all. He was strong. Or at least tougher than Pluto and Kuhaku. Why did they insist in harming themselves for him? Gren was silent and he looked down, hiding his hands in shame. He didn't know what to say. He just felt bad.

After the pain had subsided and he wiped the small trickle of tears that had crept from his eyes, Pluto looked up at Gren, whose countenance was obviously upset and ashamed almost. "Gren...Gren...what's wrong?", Pluto spoke to him in a delicate and soft tone. Pluto was concerned. Genuinely. He really disliked seeing Gren like this. Eventhough they had just met, he felt a weird connection to him. He couldn't really explain it but, it made him upset to see Gren looking so distraught.

Gren sighed. "It's... You are so soft." Gren put his face into his hands, partly out of shame, partly out of embarassment. "You and everyone else. So soft, and so easy to hurt. While I am... And Orc, who are suppose to be strong and tough. And yet it seems that no matter how tough I am, those who I care for, the softer people, they always hurt themselves for me. I... My partner, his name is Kuhaku. He is a Faunas as well. His powers are great, but using them makes him forget himself. It has made him forget our time together. And that... That scares me. That everytime he uses his Semblance, he may forget who I am, or who he is, and in the end using his powers will only harm him in the long run... And as his partner, I cannot accept that. Or... For people like you, who can use their powers to heal me, but must take my pain as the price. I cannot accept that... I feel that I must... Do something... I don't know what though." Gren let out a heavy breath as he kept eating the noodles.

"I'm sorry. I got a bit depressing there. But I became a hunter to make sure that people don't need to hurt themselves to help me. I want others to rely on me so that they never have to feel pain again."

"Oh dear...", Pluto mumbled in a soft and touching voice, looking at Gren's disheartened face with concern. He scooted a bit closer to Gren and smiled warmly, placing his soft hand on Gren's back, and carressing it gently in a circle motion. "Look...no matter how strong we all may think we are...or how invicible we may be...at some point...we always need help. Always". He paused for a moment and tilted his head, trying to get a deep look into Gren's eyes before he continued. "We know the consequences and we choose to suffer through them in order to help others. And of course....that includes you". Pluto made a silly face in his attempts to cheer Gren up."That's what teams...or rather....friends are for right?", he asked Gren in a reassuring tone.

Gren didn't look at Pluto directly, but he mulled on the words he spoke. It wasn't as though he was wrong, yet at the same time Gren didn't want to admit he was right. He didn't like the idea that people like Kuhaku and Pluto, or even for Abel and Bridget, to do anything to harm themselves just to save him. That was something he wanted to do. He was going to keep brooding until he caught sight of Pluto's face, which looked funny. Gren was shocked at first, but than cracked a grin.

"Yeah... Guess you're right. So, still hungry?"

Pluto's pretty face would lighten up with glee at the sight of Gren's meager smile. It wasn't much, but it was enough to satisfy him. "Hmm...I don't think I'm hungry anymore. Why do you ask?", he inquired, awkwardly scooting his chair back to its original position. "Sorry. Didn't realize I was still in your personal space", he said with a chuckle.

Gren shook his head. "Nah, it's okay. Anyways, I was thinking of heading back to my dorm for a bit. See how it looks, maybe do a bit of decorating. I think the rest of my team might be there too, we could hang out together. Sound cool?" Gren looked at Pluto, his head tilted to the side a bit.

A smile came upon Pluto's face at Gren suggestion. This was the first friend he had made since he came to this school and he couldn't help but find it completely thrilling when he was invited to come back to Gren's room. Although, a quick thought rattled through his mind and he briefly frowned. I hope his teammates won't mind, he thought to himself, quickly shaking his of his rambling thoughts and focusin back to Gren. "Decorating huh?", he mumbled playfully under his breath. "Sure, lead the way", he casually said, readying himself to follow behind Gren once they set forth.

Nodding, Gren cleaned up the table and put their dishes away. "They're pretty cool people. You already know my partner's name, Kuhaku. Our team leader's name is Bridget, and her partner is Abel. Decent folk, they don't seem to be the type to dislike faunas given that me and Kuhaku are faunas."

Eventually Gren and Pluto reached their dorms. He already knew where it was prior to visiting the others at the infirmary, though this would be his first time entering it. He felt a bit nervous for various reasons: For one, he did leave his team out of the blue. Secondly, he had brought a guest with him. He hoped that they wouldn't mind. Putting away his hesitation Gren opened the door to his dorm.

"Hello everyone. I'm back."

Jack Orpheus | AEJS Dorm Room

"Wait... It's morning?", Jack got up properly this time, looked to the window and moved the curtains, then to the clock by his pillow.

"Oh, it is", Jack positively leaped from his bed and disappeared into the bathroom with Emlyn still in there. After roughly ten seconds he emerged with cleaned teeth, during that time there were some sounds of protest of him barging in there.

"Calm down Emmy, if we had to wait for you to style your hair before any of us could use the bathroom we'd be here until lunch, so hurry up or something", he yelled back, as he put his uniform on. He turned to Auriel and the new girl Sasha. She had an interesting inquiry, that she must have met one of them in the forest... Personally Jack didn't remember seeing anyone, he was having a blast just dashing through the valley, but he responded.

"Well, if you saw a blue blur at some point, that was probably me then. Sorry I may not be able to 'protect' you, but hey, at least they can't catch me. I can keep enemies tripping over themselves ten times over... Well, catch ya later Kitty, Aury, and Emmy. I'm gonna hit the cafeteria before the good food is all gone". And with that, he was gone... Well, they would see him again, but still, he had a point. Cafeteria opened some time ago for breakfast.

Sighing at Jack's antics, Auriel shrugged as he paid attention to Sasha's explanation of her spear-bow. Well, at least it gave them a reliable ranged form of attack other than Emlyn throwing his chakram. Even if she needed near-constant protection, it was still helpful. Auriel could fit the protection role with his sword and shield. Their team was starting to look like they had a decent chance at not getting brutally murder by hordes of Grimm. Maybe.

When Jack made a rapid departure to the cafeteria, Auriel couldn't help but sigh yet again. "That guy...we didn't even decide what classes we'll even be taking. Don't mind him, he's an asshole to everybody. Jeez. Ah, whatever, I have to give you this." Grabbing another scroll from the package, he offered it out to Sasha. "We just got these. Apparently they're gonna be really useful while we're here. Monitor our Aura, act as communication devices, identification, stuff like that." He purposefully left out the dog tag part. "Just pull the ends apart, and it'll guide you through doing it."

Shiro jumped with a start whenever Abel sat up in his bed. He was certain that his teammate was dead asleep and wouldn't be bothered by his tinkering. He felt a little apologetic that the noise he generated woke him up.

"G'night," Abel said shortly after. Falling backwards to return to his slumber.
Well, that didn't last long. Ah, well.
At least he had the ability to quickly fall back asleep.
Shiro didn't feel as bad for having woken him.
However, after a few minutes there was a knock on the door and Abel stirred again.
Damn it. Shiro's ears drooped. He felt bad.
Looking towards the door, a package was pushed into the room and the door was quickly shut after opening. Blinking, he watched as a bleary-eyed Abel got up and opened the package to pull out what looked like a white cellular device.
"Dog tags? Real encouraling. 'Couraging. Whatever. 'S cool. I guess." Abel slurred. He must've been absolutely exhausted. Shiro felt even worse.

Pushing his remorse aside, he grew curious. He set his weapon and tools down and made his way over to the box as Abel passed him and gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder. Looking back at him, he saw Abel return to his bed and collapsed again. Padding over to the box, he pulled out his own device and turned it over in his hands. After a brief examination, he read the message that was left in the box. Reading quietly to himself.

"Congratulations on making it into Beacon! These devices are called 'Scrolls', and will be essential to your work as a Hunter. Having this is mandatory, and the loss or damage of one must be reported immediately; These serve as your Identification, License, Communication method, Messaging device, and, in the worst case scenario, your Dog Tags. Having these will enable you to access the various technology based facilities at our academy, with some restrictions of course. These will even be able to monitor your Aura level, as well as the levels and physical conditions of your teammates. To use these, simply pull the two plastic ends apart gently to reveal the screen. Upon system Startup, you will be provided with further instructions. Sincerely, The Package Man."
Shiro snickered at the odd delivery man's title. 'Package'.
He halted his snickering and covered his mouth, looking back to the sleeping Abel.
Right, quiet.
Looking at the scroll, he opened it and powered it on. Reading the message left on it to himself.

"All teams are required to take classes together in order to ensure that students have peers that they can always depend upon for review and study. Teams are required to take two Educational Courses (ie, Mathematics, Language, Computer Science, and Music) and two Hunter Courses (ie, Survival, Physical Training, Weapon Care and Testing, Grimmology, and Welding). We recommend that the team leader, or a general group consensus decide what courses will be selected."
Just two for each Course? That would prove difficult for Shiro to decide on.
A lot of the courses he knew he needed to take. A few others seemed interesting to him.
Whatever, he would decide later. He quickly entered his personal information and shut the scroll, powering it off.
For now, he wanted to quickly finish his weapon alterations and put everything away so as to not disturb Abel further.

Pocketing the scroll, he padded over to his disassembled weapon. Snatching up what he needed, he quickly put it back together after a complete conversion of its internal firing mechanisms. He decided that a shotgun modification would serve to be more prudent than a grenade launcher. He was more used to the shotgun form anyways, it proved to be far more reliable. After a quick functions check, he reloaded the hidden internal magazine with fresh dust ammunition. As swiftly as he could, he then slung his reassembled weapon on his back and put away his things. As he finished, Gren had walked into the room.

"Hello everyone. I'm back."
Smiling, Shiro was about to return his greeting as the door slowly opened.
His expression froze.
Gren brought a guest.
A scent wafted through the air and immediately activated something in his blood.
His eyes began to glow a bright blue, black stripes appearing on his ears and tail. A low growl rumbling in his chest and throat.

Trico frowned for a second as Ozpin told 'ms Kunrai' to come in. So, she looked around, and then suddenly realized that was her. So she entered Ozpins office in a flourish of spins and giggles.
"Good morning~ How are you?" She asked, before immediately launching into her own sentence. "So, do you have a spare team-mate or something, because ours never showed up and we are three now. Not that I don't mind having two beds but I think having four people would be better." She told Ozpinstill grinning like the idiot she was.

Quick post to get things rolling

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"I have no problem with the courses you selected...but...I am curious...what is 'Innawoods'? Is that a common phrase in Vale?"
"Innawoods? I personally have no idea. But if they teach it, it must be at least worth knowing about." Ineko concluded. "We should talk with the other members of the team about the classes." He said, getting up and walking to the beds. Before he opened the door, Beliya asked, "Also, Ineko, I have a question. Is your strength entirely your own, or does it receive aid from your armor?"
Ineko turned, "Huh? Yeah. The last time I measured was way back when this was A1E9." He paused, "Version 1, Enhancement 9. Or Mark I.9," He explained, "I lifted 8,000 pounds, but ran out of stuff to throw onto the pile. Mark I could easily lift more. I can always turn it off though, then it just becomes a very expensive suit of armor."

Sasha quirked another eyebrow at her new teammate who, in his desire to do something quickly, tumbled over his own words and made it pretty hard to even work out what he was saying. Taking a step back, she allowed him to rush past and into the bathroom which only erupted into a small argument that he quickly shoved off. Whenever he began to get changed, without any prior warning might I add, she turned rapidly and stared at the guy who seemed to be her team captain.

It didn't take long for Jack to leave but in that short time, he managed to annoy the guy in the bathroom, annoy the captain and most of all, annoy her. He had blatantly stated that he had no interest in participating with the team in fights and he had called her 'kitty' again. Sending him a scathing glare that lingered for a few moments, she shook herself and turned to talk to Auriel. Taking the small device he handed to her, she dragged the two ends apart and slowly entered the required information - her and technology did not go well together. "As much as I dislike him, we should probably meet in the cafeteria and decide what classes we are going for." She murmured, resenting herself for even trying to be nice to the guy who had only been rude so far.

With that out of the way, she tugged her bag over to her bed and sifted through her stuff before pulling out a fresh uniform. Sasha could pack away everything later but right now, actually getting to class on time took precedent. "Do you mind if I use the bathroom?" She asked quietly, popping her head past the door to stare in at Emelyn.

It seemed that the world was hellbent on not letting things lie.

With a noteworthy degree of surliness, Abel shoved his covers off and sat up. When exactly was he going to be able to get the sleep that he, and indeed all his team, so richly deserved? He couldn't call a single image to mind, out of all the things in his brain, that would make such an second intrusion worth his while. He shook his head to purge some of the sleepiness from it and turned to look at the door. The sight that greeted his eyes was not entirely unwelcome, but still the subject of some dislike for disturbing his rest. "Gren. Great. Go 'sleep."

Off to the side, he noticed something up with Shiro. His white fur had developed stripes again, and he stood rapt to attention, like a cat staring at a laser pointer. Not really in the position to analyze such a behavior, Abel lazily shrugged and waited for Gren to say his piece so that he could return to dreamland without seeming unnecessarily rude.

Swallowing his food, Marwan wipes his mouth with a napkin and replies "I just need something to do something to keep my self occupied. I can't stand being bored."

As he finishes his food, he turns and asks "So what's next boss?"

“Let’s get back to our dorm. Hopefully the smell dissipated” as she finished all her chicken strips in one bite.

She descended her mask after wiping off the crumbs from her mouth. Afterwards they both got up and walked back to their dorm.

Inside their dorm room, there were packages with a note attached to it saying “Package Man.”. In the center of the room, were boxes attached with the note “Property of Cynthia Dea.” Cynthia immediately grabbed her packages and placed them near her bed.

One thing that was different with the room was the smell. It was nonexistent as the window and doors were all open. Apparently the deliverers of the package opened the window as they must have sniffed the ungodly smell of piss.

Cynthia first read the note talking about the scrolls and grinned at the word “Restrictions.” She then read the sentence about the piss on the bed, the smell, and how he opened the window to let out the “ungodly smell.” She then grabbed her scroll and activated it.

It was decent to her. She inputted her info into the scroll and opened a message reading classes. She waited for Marwan.