Robert Fallson - Outside

"Oh my- What the heck happened to this kid?" Robert said as soon as he got close enough to see the face of Beacon's new arrival. Upon seeing Prof. Fullbuster motioning for help, the red-headed teen rushed in to aid the teacher and unnamed boy. Cobalt seemed to beat him to the punch though. "Okay, I'll get Ozpin," Robert said as he rushed to the the headmaster's tower. "Who could have done something like this?" he said as he burst through the first set of doors. Everyone was probably thinking it, but he was the first to say it out loud, though he knew he wouldn't receive an answer. At least not one that would satisfy his curiosity.

Two things stood out in Robert's mind as he raced through the hallways. One, even he knew that this was the beginning of something terrible, and it could only get worse from here. And two, could this be related to Priscilla, Daniel, and Greyson disappearing? They only went missing last night, so Robert thought that maybe they went out and did something together and would come back in the middle of one of their many classes together. With this though, the fear that the events could be related plagued his mind.

Finally, Robert burst through the last set of doors that led to Ozpin's office. Running from where the commotion outside was coming from and all the way up the tower, because the elevator was taking way too long, left the team leader out of breath. "Mr. Ozpin," he said before having a coughing fit. "Boy... Outside... Embodiment... Sewn mouth... Come quick..." Robert continued between large gulps of breaths. He definitely needed to try a lot harder in Ms. Iderson and Ms. Vanhomrigh's class so he wouldn't get like this after a small amount of running. Though in his defense, that was a lot of stairs.

Sapphire was suitably impressed as Oswald teleported up to the roof, his semblance was indeed a strong one and it seemed to serve him well. Though Sapphire enjoyed her ability to fade into the shadows she sometimes wished for a more active semblance, something that would aid her in battle. Though when the times when she needed to hide came around she was always more than happy that her semblance was what it was.

"Here," she said holding out the earplugs to Oswald. "I had a spare pair." It wasn't the reason that she'd returned to her room, that was the matching skater gloves coating her hands but it was a nice extra. As it got closer Sapphire turned to investigate the source. From her vantage point she could see a boy stumbling over the crest of the hill. He carried no more of electronics on him, though it was hard to tell from this distance, yet he was clearly the source. "I'm going to take a closer look. You're welcome to join me."

Sapphire turned to where the a crowd was gathering and started to run. As she neared the edge of the roof Sapphire leapt into the air, sailing through in on her way to the ground. As she neared the ground the girl in blue flipped her hands aiming at the incoming grass. She landed on her hands but rather than let them take all the force which would have damaged her aura if not broken her wrists Sapphire propelled herself into a front flip to dissipate the velocity she'd built up. She flipped three times before coming to a stop in a partial crouch one knee up, her head bowed, her hands on the ground.

Shaking off the landing Sapphire ran to see what exactly had caused the disturbance. It became disturbingly clear exactly what the obnoxious music was. It was a distress call, a boy with a sound semblance calling out to the entire academy in pain. He was either some sort of faunus or born with an interesting genetic mutation or possibly experimented upon because his eyes where black with white pupils. The lab rat angle started to look more credible as Sapphire saw that his mouth had been sew shut and he had the most forbidding word: EMBODIMENT emblazoned over his nose in black ink.

Sapphire turned to Oswald as he came up behind her. "Oswald, go get Ozpin, your speed teleporting semblance can get you there a lot faster than I could, I've got him." Then she turned to everyone else. "Clear a path!" She shouted at the crowd which up until that moment had been standing in stunned silence and at the sound of her harsh words many of the students stumbled to get out the way. You could say a lot about Sapphire's leadership qualities, much of it not particularly complimentary but she knew how to take charge of a crisis even if she wasn't particularly polite about it.

"Professor? I'll get his legs?" she asked looking to Fullbuster for confirmation. She may not have been the most tactful person but she knew enough not to try and order a teacher around. Another student beat her to the punch. He dragged the boy off the ground carrying him bridal style. Sapphire flinched. That wasn't how you should be carrying a person with unknown injuries. Ideally you'd have something hard and flat to carry them on to ensure you didn't do more internal damage but nothing like that was apparent at the moment.

"Are you trying to break his spine?" She asked glaring at Cobalt, "You need to keep him as straight as possible otherwise you risk doing more harm than good." For all they knew the boy had several broken ribs, in the manner Cobalt was holding him that could lead to a punctured lung, massive internal bleeding or worse.

Kuhaku Shiro -> Beacon Academy rooftops

Having properly restored himself by little pep-talks and words of self-encouragement, Shiro's pocket vibrated and his Scroll chimed. Not stopping as he made his way back towards the source of the sounds, his golden eyes peering at the electronic device's screen. It was another message from Gren. Always happen to be in communication with friends, Shiro smiled at the gifted tech as he read his message. Frowning, Shiro tilted his head.

"Find Abel? Can't Gren just...shoot him a text like he did me?"
Shiro shook his head.
"Thought you were a bit smarter than that, buddy.."
Thumbs rapidly tapping at the screen, he shot a response back to his teammate.

To: Gren Orchid; Abel Fulgurate
From: Kuhaku Shiro
Subject: Get my headphones? Re: Re:

Lol, the 'posing on a rooftop' sounds pretty fun. I'll be up there in just a moment, but why didn't you just message Abel or something? Oh, and another thing. Have any of you seen Scoot? Since I last left math class, I hadn't noticed he was gone. Usually he's by my side soo...I'm a little worried if he got lost or something. Have you all learned or seen anything new that's going on?

Sapphire's not with you guys, is she?

Part way in between formulating his response, something nagged at him to ask the question about Sapphire. Gren hadn't tagged her into the conversation and hadn't mentioned her at all. But, it was apparent he hadn't completely healed. Scowling angrily at the Scroll in his gloved hands, Shiro furiously shook his head.
"Agh, come on. Be a little more courageous. You're braver than you think."
Going back over his message, he erased the final question.

Puffing, Shiro locked and pocketed the Scroll. Turning to the nearest open window, he popped his neck and cracked his knuckles as he began to limber up. Shiro's the kind of guy to immediate react to things. Ask nearly anyone who knew him. Just, not any females whose name is derived from a gemstone with blue hair. "One set of headphones coming right up! Courtesy of Shiro's Delivery Service!" Grinning goofily, Shiro got down on all fours as he wiggled his tail and rear-end. Black stubby claws stabbed outward from the tips of his fingers as he gripped the ground. Sure, he could just as easily walk up to the window and climb out. But his rambunctious spirit refused to allow him to be 'reasonable' with his decisions. Especially if they were boring. Exploding forth, Shiro gracefully lunged out of the window. Feline flexibility allowing him to twist his body in midair, his claws sunk into the top outside ledge of the window and he swung his body up and over. Beginning his ascent to the rooftops of Beacon Academy. Oddly enough, climbing was something that came rather naturally to him. Expertly clawing and bounding his way up, powering to the top within seconds. If anyone were to ever ask him in an interview what his unique talents were. He'd say climbing and swimming without hesitating.

Beacon Academy Rooftops

Minutes after, Shiro found his way over to Gren. Once at the top, it wasn't hard to miss the green giant. Heels clicking on the shingles of the rooftops, he pulled his elbow-length gloves back on and enthusiastically waved at Gren. "Hey, boss! I got your headphones!" he called out to him loudly. Just as he came closer, he saw that it wasn't just him and Gren. Sapphire had just leapt off the side, which Shiro ignored. One student he recognized, another he had never seen before. "Uhh, friends of yours?" He asked as he pulled out Gren's headphones from his pack and handed it to him. Walking to the edge, wind tousling his hair and ears, he peered over the side. Looking back over his shoulder at Gren, he jabbed a thumb in Sapphire's direction. "What was that all about?"

Thanking Sapphire for the earplugs and putting them in, just as the music stopped, Oswald groaned. Of course. Whatever. As he was about to return the earplugs to their owner, he noticed the girl jumping off the roof. The one that he just teleported on top of. Looking at Gren with a somewhat forlorn expression, he sighed. "She could have just...ah, whatever, fuck this." Turning to the roof, Oswald stepped off, suddenly appearing on the ground next to a surprised student. "Teleported. Don't worry. Whatever."

Making his way over to the congregation of students around the Professor, Oswald's entire body raged when he saw Cobalt carrying the kid bridal style. Worried that Sapphire would make the poor team leader cry, he jogged up and looked between the two. "Already got someone on his way. Sorry, Sapphire, but my Semblance ain't good for distance. Short bursts, maybe, but sustained movement isn't my thing. Cobalt, she's right. Can't fault ya for wanting to help, though. Long as we get this guy to the med bay soon, he should be alright. Probably. And yes, I know, she's a bit mean. Don't worry too much about it."

Motioning at his team leader to help get the doors instead, Oswald ran over and yanked open the door, nearly tearing it off its hinges before realizing he was putting Aura into his movements. "Should remember not to do that."

"Haah? It was just some kid? Oh well...", was what he said, peeking out from the back and along some rooftops to get a first class viewing experience. It seems a few other students did too, Oswald he recognized as one of them, but he was careful to choose a position as to not be seen or noticed by them. Turned out to be a little strange this whole affair... Who was this kid even? Was that his semblance creating the noise? That's an awfully powerful semblance. In any case, Jack was quick to use this opportunity to skip class, and silently left the scene. The other students seemed to have this under control, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't interested. What was that kid even doing there first of all. How did he even get there? Why did no one notice him until now if he was the source of all that noise? Lots of questions, but he knew they wouldn't be answered immediately.

He silently left the scene and disappeared until the next class would start.

@Prince of Seraphs@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN


"I'm trying aren't I! I'm not exactly experienced in carrying dying people you know!" Cobalt indeed did try to straighten the boy out as much as he could but it wasn't doing much good. He felt hurt by this girl's insinuations but now was not the time for crying. Cobalt handed the kid back to Professor Fullbuster as gently as he could and rushed to the doors. He opened the next set of doors after Oswald and motioned for Sapphire and Professor Fullbuster to hurry. He was being quite rude right now, but that didn't matter. This guy could die any second as far as they knew so etiquette was not at the top of his priority list. He realized Oswald had defended him and smiled a little. Maybe this team could work out after all.

Delta had to be practically taken by the hand up the tower while he was lost in a daze, completely engulfed in the drastic change of scenery. He probably wouldn’t have even moved his legs at the faculty member’s incessant commands if the music wasn’t the only thing bounding him to reality. Now his gaze have shifted from greenery to the intricate layout of clockwork above, rhythmically grinding gears and cogs to uphold a physical elucidation of time. Aside from that, the office seemed pretty generic in general. It was what to be expected of the sanctum of a renowned academy headmaster. Well, that was not entirely true. There was one more peculiar aspect of the office that Delta hadn’t overlooked. It was the very headmaster himself. From books and personal accounts of fellow soldiers in their student life excursions, most people in his position were known to be uptight, pretentious, and held firm to their belief and theirs alone. But this man had a different aura surrounding him. There was the sense of tranquility looming around him, filling the air so that it may be breathed into the lungs of those around him.

His attire also deviated from stereotype, with a viridescent scarf wrapped loosely around his neck, an unzipped black suit, and shaded spectacles which seemed far too small to be usable. On top of that, he was tall. Very tall. He probably saw the world from a perspective nine inches higher than Delta. Ozpin briefly inspect the two before instructing them to collect their scrolls and then seek out their team leader, albeit the boy’s ears nearly reverberated it as squad leader. The boy picked up his device in hand and instantly got into the motion of pecking at the screen. He already knew how such devices operated, so sifting through the academy’s personal modifications was a synch. It was a bit of a challenge to hear him over the loud music, regardless of their current altitude. Though the way he finished his welcoming caused him to perk up.

”...it will be time to begin.” Delta and Eve exchanged glances then stared at the headmaster at unison. The student Delta’s side must have been his teammate, although he didn’t get a good look of the individual’s character, he would surely have a chance later on. ”Hey, Delta. There’s something I want to talk to you about. It’s about the mus-” Just like that, the perpetual rhythm, much like that of the clockworks overhead, suddenly came to an abrupt end. The only noise that filled the room now was a choir of ticking.

The boy slowly slipped the scroll into his shirt’s pocket and ambivalently paced his way over to the office’s window, walking past the headmaster without the slightest of recognition. He stopped right before the massive pane of glass and gazed down at the landscape below. ”Quite the view up here…” He noted in an absentminded tone, letting his eyes settle upon what seemed to be the source of the commotion. Quite the crowd of students had flocked to that side of the campus. Eve hoisted itself out of the pouch and leaped onto Delta’s shoulder to get a better look. The familiar winced at what it saw, digging its face into the student’s neck to obstruct its vision. This definitely wasn’t an average day at an academy. Either that, or school life was more hectic than Delta had foreseen. ”What did you see?” The boy nonchalantly asked. He could barely make out individual faces and features, all of them looked like ants from this height. What he could tell was that they were escorting something, or rather, somebody.

”It wasn’t pretty, to say the least.” Eve managed to eek out, finally raising its head from the groove in Delta’s neck, ”As I am sure you have already guessed, that was the source of the ’music’. I singled out the decibel frequency and traced it to the source. I tried to tell you about it, but we had already arrived here by the time I was done with processing.” As the popular trend went, semblances were reflections of the soul. ”A canary stripped of the right to sing…” Delta mumbled as he stepped away from the window and turned around to face the headmaster, giving the man of the highest authority his iconic deadpan expression, ”I guess Grane and I have enrolled during times of change. We will meet your expectations, and surpass them by far, sir.” He wasn’t one to speak for others, but seeing as dire times were at their doorstep, a dash of wishful thinking didn’t hurt.

Delta was about to gather his luggage and go out to search for their team leader, but as if on cue a student made a raucous entrance, panting uncontrollably with matted red hair hanging loosely. Eve was left dumbfounded at the sight, but as the student managed to force out some kind synopsis between breaths, the looks on the familiar’s face only confirmed the statement. Delta took this chance to take out his scrolls and navigate his way to the team roster, where each of the member’s profiles resided. He pressed a jutted fingertip at Robert’s tab, which popped up what might as well have been a mugshot. Well, that made his job a lot easier. But introductions would have to be left for later. Delta walked over to his case and rolling bag and placed a grip on both of them, then motioned at the headmaster with a nod towards the door, ”I believe you’re needed, sir. We’ll be right behind you.”

After listening to Skyra giggle and compliment her, as well as clearly enjoying the food that the fox girl had brought out, Mokuren did something that felt unatural. Something she didn't think she was ever capable of, but did anyway, to the surprise of everyone in her head that was watching.

She smiled.

It was strangely less creepy than was originally thought, and it felt kind of nice. Then, comically missing the point, Mokuren shrugged when Skyra mentioned she was better equipped, not even noticing the groping going on. Groping was always going on in her head, so why not have some of her head out in the open as well?
"My sword isn't that good. Sure it works well with my semblance, but I wouldn't say I am better equipped. We are both well equipped in our own respective areas"

Wide eyed Skyra stared at Mokuren as the fox girl smiled. Something in her heart started to move and a stinging pain, which wasn't painful at all pierced through her innards as Skyra gazed into the face of that smiling girl. An aura she hadn't ever felt before.
A strong red blush formed on her cheeks only enhanced by the embarrassment of losing her facade.
Just a short while later she managed to gather herself again, but this time Skyra erupted into a hearty, honest laughter. Her rough, breathy, laughing voice rang loudly through the field and was even audible on the entire school grounds.

"I didn't mean your weaponry at all!", Skyra wheezed after wiping away some of the tears from her enormously joyful eyes. "I'd say, the body is more important than one's battle utensils. You don't fight all the time and you still have to live in said body, am I not right?"
Still happily smiling she pointed her finger from Moku's head over her torso, her hips and down to her feet.
"In regards of fighting equipment you might not be as well equipped as I am, but as for your body, you're a lot better off than me, the tiny twerp of a girl with no defining features that clearly mark her as a girl." Skyra smirked, but then proceeded to hug Mokuren.
"I'm happy to have met you, you're a cool girl and you're going to be a close friend, I can feel that much already!", she exclaimed happily with her wonderfully scratchy voice after she had let go of Moku.

Mokuren frowned, wondering if Skyra was having some sort of cat-fit. Maybe it was a furball? Mokuren's tail swished in an axious manner as she turned red, and then started making a loud, and strange noise that Mokuren would never have associated with laughter. But then, she wouldn't really associate much noise with laughter, she wasn't that good when it came to the associate game, especially when it came to anything in the realm of mirth. Eventually, however, Skyra recovered from her catty fit, and spoke, while wiping tears away from her eyes. Very cute eyes, Mokuren thought, much like the rest of her.

"Ahh, yes. What is a sword, without the strength to wield it? What is a gun, without the skill to aim" Mokuren exclaimed, again missing the point. "I like your tiny twerp look. It makes you, you. And suits you very well, your whole twerpiness is good, like a bird with feathers. Or, a cat with a tail" Mokuren rather babbled, before being hugged. Then, while having Skyra's body pressed against her own, was the time for her own strange and rather worried noise.
"Err, umm, baa..." She couldn't really find words for this huge wave of happy, friendly, kitty emotion coming from the woman. It was, to much for her. Error, error, system can not compute, shut-down imminent. Or so she would have said, if she was a computer. If she was a computer, her eyes would have turned blue, with writing scrawled across them, but she was a fox, so she simply stayed very still and squealed softly.

Emerald Felicia - Feeling faint -

Emerald didn't respond to Diamond, simply due to the fact that she could not hear her, or much of anything really. The combination of the loud music and the covering of her ears saw to that. Emmy wondered when the torment would be over.

When the sound finally stopped Emmy waited for a moment, the ringing in her ears was so intense that she wasn't hundred percent certain if it had actually stopped or if she had imagined it. Slowly she took the hat off of her head and returned it to Diamond as she got a look at the boy who had apparently been responsible for the disturbance.

What she saw shocked her. The boy's eyes were not normal, she'd never seen anything like it. Was he a Faunus like her? She'd never seen eyes like that on any Faunus she'd ever come across. But that wasn't what freaked her out. One look at at his mouth was enough to make Emmy let out an audible gasp as her face paled. How did that even!? Who would do such a... The idea of having one's mouth forcibly sewn shut was a little more than Emmy could handle at that moment. She felt her body grow weak, the intense noise had already distressed her as it was and now seeing someone's mouth sewn shut was too much for her. Feeling dizzy, she barely noticed her vision growing darker.

"I...I don't feel so..." She collapsed onto the ground.

Sapphire rather resented being called mean by Oswald but now was not exactly the time to argue over barbs thrown. Besides he hadn't really meant it to insult her, he was trying to cheer up the other boy who it appeared was a lot more fragile than he looked give that now he looked close to tears. He likely would have cried if the situation weren't so urgent. When he snapped at her that he wasn't an expert in carrying dying people Sapphire rolled her eyes as she and Professor Fullbuster took the dying boy from him. "Isn't that sort of a necessity in this line of work?"

She didn't wait around for an answer, it was instinctive for her to get the last word but right now they didn't have time for anything like that. Sapphire tried to keep the boy's legs and lower back as straight as possible while Professor Fullbuster kept his head steady and tried to keep his shoulders and chest as stable as was possible for an older man and teenage girl running the boy through the corridors of Beacon. Sapphire cringed at how bad a job she was doing. It was a lot better than what Cobalt had been doing but it still wasn't optimal. She really wished they had a gurney or at the very least a very long board. That wasn't really important right now though, right this moment this kid needed the infirmary desperately and it was up to Sapphire to make sure he got there. The girl in blue was injured often enough that she knew the way.

As they rushed the boy through the corridors Cobalt and Oswald opening the doors students scattered out of there way. Sapphire just wished they could go faster. This boy could have a week left in him or ten seconds, they would have no way of knowing until the nurse took a look at him. When they burst through the infirmary doors the nurse came out to see what the commotion was. She stopped dead at seeing what had been brought in for her to deal with.

Sapphire and Fullbuster laid the kid on a bed as the nurse called the rest of Beacon's medical team and started to do a examination to see exactly what was wrong with him. Fullbuster stayed by her side explaining the situation. Sapphire thought it best to give them some room and retreated to where Oswald and Cobalt where standing by the door.

Something had been bothering her since seeing the boys face. Not any of the obvious things that would bother people when seeing a face like that. Sapphire took that kind of thing in her stride. No, it was something she couldn't quite place her finger on. She needed to say something about to just to make sure someone else knew. Maybe it would help her remember. "That word," she said to the two boys present. "The one tattooed on his face. EMBODIMENT. I could swear I've seen it somewhere before..." She trailed off. "I don't suppose either of you have an idea what I'm talking about?" If she were to ask anyone it should be her team, they knew a lot more about where she went and what she did than most people on campus. Ever so slightly more anyways.

Cobalt sighed in relief as the boy made it to the infirmary. Cobalt did the best he could, he just hoped it was enough. He closed the door he had practically thrown open and looked at Oswald. "We did good right?" He was questioning himself more than anything, he just hoped the kid would be okay.

He looked at Sapphire and began thinking. "The dictionary definition of an EMBODIMENT is a tangible or visible form of an idea, quality, or feeling." He thought about the boy and all of his injuries. "Perhaps the boy was some sort of scapegoat and was being tortured." It sounded bad but he had to consider every possibility.

He pulled out his Scroll just to make sure he had the definition correct and he did. He did a bit of searching to see if anyone else had this boys exact injuries but he couldn't find anything. "I don't know, do you have any ideas Oswald?" Cobalt asked as he put away his Scroll.

Sighing in relief as the job was done, Oswald took a look at his new leader and nodded. "Yeah. Honestly, he'll probably be fine. The procedures Sapphire mentioned are a standard because internal trauma is usually impossible for an immediate responder to assess, so you transport the person with as little movement as possible to avoid worsening their injuries. With that kid, though, he really just looked..." Oswald's face hardened visibly as his teeth ground against one another. For a brief moment, the air around him shimmered as his Aura flared in anger. Tendrils of darkness snaked around his arms and legs for a moment before retreating and dissipating.

"This is fucking barbaric. We didn't even do this to that...."Uttering a growl of disgust, Oswald turned away from Sapphire and Cobalt for a moment. "This is sick. I can't...who would do that?" With his breathing slowing and his anger slowly turning into disgust, Oswald remembered something Sapphire had told him. "Sapphire. Your mission. That guy who was...experimenting on people. Do you think...could he have done this?" The idea was absolutely abhorrent, but he knew people could be truly sickening.

Beryl Harken

I'm not making a promise that I probably won't be able to keep

The words ran through the faunus' mind as she dutifully followed behind her teammate. The wheels on her suitcase rumbled quietly against the paved walkway, the odd small stone occasionally getting in the way and breaking through the dull note.

Beryl had never known Gratia all that well. Their personalities did not exactly mesh well after all. However, now that they were on the same team the black haired girl figured that she should at least try to get along with Gratia.

"Sooooo, who else else is on VGNB?"

Sapphire rolled her eyes as Cobalt gave her the dictionary definition of Embodiment. Of course she knew what it meant, what did he think she was an idiot. That was not the problem here. The problem was where she'd seen it before. She felt certain it was another tattoo, on someone... her instincts told her brown hair but she couldn't place exactly what she was thinking of.

Oswald tried to reassure Cobalt that he what Sapphire had said in the courtyard was not about him, it was simply good operating procedure. Of course Oswald was right, it hadn't looked like the boy had broken bones or internal bleeding, he'd just looked utterly worn out. To the point of complete exhaustion. Then again for all they knew he'd had three broken ribs and was hemorrhaging. It was better to play it safe.

The reassurance sort of lost its effectiveness halfway through as Oswald broke down. He wasn't wrong either, what had happened to the boy was barbaric and it was sick but pronouncing those to the corridor wouldn't do anyone any good. Sapphire was taken completely by surprise when Oswald asked about Pops. It was certainly possible, the bear faunus definitely possessed the medical knowledge to do what had been done to the boy. Then again simple stitches were not difficult to do, especially if you didn't care about the health of the patient. It couldn't be said for certain that the boy's attacker had been a practiced surgeon, he could just as easily have been a butcher with a needle and thread.

"I don't think so. Pops was altruistic and extremely naive. He saw what he was doing as the work of the ancients. If something had gone wrong with one of his experiments he'd more likely treat the injured than sew there mouths shut and dump them in the wilderness. I doubt Pops is..." Sapphire trailed off as something stirred in her memory. Right before she'd battled Pops (and lost miserably) there was that girl, a coyote faunus and... Sapphire struggled to remember her face. Yes, curved around the outline of her eye, the word Embodiment just as stark and clear as on the boy's face.

That day had been a whirlwind of adrenaline, fighting and hiding. It wasn't surprising that Sapphire was a bit hazy on the details. "I don't think it was Pops. He didn't seem like the sort but I remember now. One of his test subjects, a girl, Sienna I think her name was. She had the same tattoo as that kid, curved under her eye" Sapphire drew her finger over the area marking it for the other two. "But definitely the same tattoo. She wasn't on the island when the emergency services made it out there either. But she had a speed semblance so I just assumed she made it off okay. You think there's a connection?"

Gratia Mindaro - Towards the Dorms

"Vega Venetia and Napoli Fiordilatte," she rattled off without missing a single beat, her purposeful stride continuing to carry her towards the dormitories where Team VGNB would be staying for the duration of their time at Beacon Academy. Her tone was restrained and flat, the former somewhat surprising when the subject matter included the irksome fool that was her cheese-eating acquaintance. "They are currently in the middle of class."

She stopped, the pit-pattering of her shoes against the floor fading away into the air as they arrived before the doors to the dormitory. Gratia reached out and grasped the door handle, turning it slightly clockwise and pushing open the wooden gate with a light click. This was where she and the rest of Vignoble would be staying, now joined by the Otter faunus standing behind her. Bianca's scent ... the smell of feathers ... that was still present, but she knew that their previous member was already heading back to Mistral for family business, leaving them with a new teammate who she was only barely familiar with.

"Leave your things here," continued the Mistralese Huntress. "Will you be attending class immediately?"

Cobalt nodded as he absorbed the information given. He knew how to carry and injured person now, this was useful knowledge. He saw Sapphire roll her eyes and frowned. There was no need to be nasty, he was establishing information in order to figure out what was going on. However it seemed as if he was missing something as they started talking about some guy named Pops.

"Mind filling me in on this Pops? I don't believe I know what you're talking about." He asked politely as he looked towards the infirmary. The kid would tell them everything that happened to him, so maybe it was pointless to be speculating like this. Then again, maybe the kid wouldn't make it. That was a worrying thought.

"I've seen people with good intentions do a hell of a lot worse than...that...believe it or not. But that's not really our problem. I think there's a connection, but you should check with Ozpin. Report on the situation, what you saw at that facility, and let him put it together. I'm sure there's a hundred variables we have no idea about." His chest was still pounding like a drum, but Oswald was at least a bit more calm than he had been a moment ago.

"This is probably something well above our level. Nonetheless, I'd love to get the chance to break some skulls if we ever figure out where the psycho who did this is. Give them a little taste of karmic justice. Just a taste, though." Opening and closing his fists, Oswald fidgeted uneasily as he tried to push the mental image from his head of the kid.

"I will try my best...Sir."

Grane wasn't sure how to greet the headmaster, so he assumed it was like meeting any other superior. Even if the headmaster turned out to be casual with his students, Grane didn't want to run the risk of making a bad impression, especially if the Headmaster was one of those types who cared about proper titles. He merely followed suit with his teammate, Delta. The Headmaster's demeanor in Grane's opinion, was scholarly. Yes, while the headmaster did seem to have an air of authority, it was unlike those in the military. He was not as forceful, nor did he flaunt much power. For a headmaster of Hunters, he'd assumed that the headmaster would be extremely authoritarian. Grane quickly swiped the scroll and inspected it to make sure it was in proper working condition.

A scroll was oddly alien to him. Was he supposed to use it to find their supposed leader, Robert Fallson? Turning it on only led to more questions than answers. Mail, search, home? Grane threw the scroll into his bag; He'd figure out how to use the blasted thing later. Maybe someone from his "team" could get it sorted out. Perhaps Delta could. Unlike Grane, Delta seemed to navigate the scroll with ease. Humans were good at technology, though he wouldn't admit that out loud.

But the academy seemed eventful today, with who he assumed was a student rushing into the office.

"Sir, Whatever you order, I will follow to the best of my abilities. Basically what Delta said."