History- A subject that could quickly turn into hell on earth with certain teachers, but Grane somehow managed to keep his sanity by the end of class. It was soon lunch time, and Gren invited him to meet his team. "Yeah, I'll meet you there. I'll invite my team too later alrite? Peace." He wondered how Gren's new team would be- Hopefully they'd get along, but if they were anything like Gren, then they'd get along quite easy peasy lemon squeezy. Receiving a text from Delta that he would go on to the dorm ahead without em, he decided to head to the cafeteria.

Grane stopped on the way to the cafeteria, seeing Gren in what he assumed was a deli- It was hard to miss the guy after all. He saw Gren sitting down, engaging in conversation with a few other people. IT would probably be easier to have the meeting in the deli anyway, seeing as those people around Gren might be his teammates. Pulling out his scroll, and finding another text from Delta, he painfully pressed each key one by one to create a message. He still wasn't used to it, but Grane managed to send a reply.

To: Delta Snow, Robert Fallson
From: Grane Blauer
Subject: Invitation.

Yo Robert, Delta. Meet me at the Deli. We're doing a meet and greet sorta thing. Screw the cafeteria k? I'll wait for you guys there.

Grane entered the deli, and walked over to the table Gren and company were at. "Yo Gren! Hope I'm not intruding on anything too important. Called the crew to meet over here too. It'll be easier like that. This your team?" He smiled meekly, wondering what their first impression of him was.

"Ha!" Jasmine exclaimed, immediately dropping her guard and flexing her arms as Varius caught himself. "I did it!" She dropped her hands to her hips and posed with a cocky grin on her face. It went over her head in her excitement, but during his recover would be the perfect time to attack an enemy. She gloated a bit more, shifting from foot to foot out of energy, before shaking her hands free and sighing. "Okay. Your turn--it's easier than I thought it'd be," she admitted, taking on an offensive stance. "Ready when you are."

Gratia Mindaro

As it turned out, Gratia had been correct in assuming that their newest teammate was afflicted with the effects of jet lag, and upon confirming that Beryl would be fine setting up in Vignoble's dormitory, she had made her way to history class, having quietly slipped in with nobody the wiser sometime during the period. As such; by the time lunch begun, the Mistralese huntress had left alongside the unwashed masses for the cafeteria.

At the present moment, she was sitting all by her lonesome at a desk situated near the corner of the room, quietly biting into a chicken roll in one hand while formulating a reply to the message Vega had sent her during the preceding period in the other.

>Beryl Harken, Otter Faunus.
>Likely swordsman.
>Currently in the dorm.
>Work on your fucking grammar.

She hit send.

As the roles reversed for the practice, Varius readied himself to do the pinpoint counter. His stance was eased, quite different to Jasmine's when she was defending, but it suited him. The girl Jasmine seemed quite happy with her result, though now it was Varius' turn.

"Right, come at me", he requested. When she did, he performed it perfectly. Silver sparks repelled her back, originating from the point of impact. The pinpoint counter was a success. Though his already full year of learning aura control showed here, his pinpoint counter was very clean, very little aura was visible, but it was still just as effective. It appears Varius managed to keep a lot of the condensed aura that was burst from completely leaving... Likely a side-effect of his flowing aura technique.

"Hm, I quite like this, I think I can find a use for this in another way... Want to go a few more times to be sure?", he inquired. There was still some time left before class ended, in this time they were expected to practice until the lunch bell rang, so it would be a natural course of events.



Jack was already in the cafeteria and eating before most other students, he was fast so he had that going for him, but he was quite intent on eating, so he often did not acknowledge the people around him. He managed to get a little bit of everything except for fish fillets and pizza, which he managed to hoard a little extra for himself.

Lauren Negasi

Amy Desire was tucked safely into the protected, silent enclave of Bastille's Bastille (Bastilleception! as Lorena herself had coined it) by the time that Lauren went to go get lunch. Her mood was a little bit stormy - least of all to the pounding that echoed in her unmedicated head, idiot that she was - and she'd ended up skipping history class as a whole in order to help Ben make sure that the half-Faunus girl on their team was properly cared for. Even that wasn't the sole root of what bugged her, though. What bugged her was...was...her mind kept going back to Amy's feathers, ruffled in agony, cringing underneath headphones, and the way that the bombastic music had suddenly just given out. Then there was Sangue, alone, dutifully taking notes for her absent, wayward teammates. That troubled her, too. Had she expected them to show up at all?

There was the root of her trouble. Lauren Negasi was a tank. A laughing, carefree tank in dark skin and a bleached leather jacket, sure. A tank with a weakness for a pretty face? Could be argued. But she was a tank, and she was put in this life - put into Beacon - to grab whatever threatened those she cared about at both ends and rip it in half.

But there were some things you couldn't grab, no matter how good you were in close quarters. And Negasi wasn't so great at that. Not like she could tell anyone that though. Amy was asleep, Ben would just tell her she was tough enough as it was, and Sa--

Sangue!

The lunch bell had rung five minutes ago. She was probably waiting for them at lunch. The thought of the 'S' in Bastille (a pretty vital letter!) sent a twist through her stomach that wasonly tangentially related to hunger.

If I were a soft-spoken altruistic cutie who liked putting the team on her back, where would I eat?

With Ben

Hrmm.

At lunch, Lauren immediately began seeking out the distinct red hair and claw that marked Sangue Naga. Finding the girl by herself dissecting a slice of pepperoni pizza with the care of a biologist, the hyped up, concussed addition to BASL grabbed herself a BLT and a bag of chips. Sauntering over to Sangue was a woozy experience; getting walking was hard by the hour [wait, what does that even mean? was she even thinking straight? freaking ben], but she kept her legs steady with the power of all the lunchtime idle chatter and sat across from Sangue with a wave.

"Hey, babe." She grinned impishly as she unwrapped her sandwich. A small piece of lettuce, flecked with a couple dots of mayo, tumbled out onto the wax paper, and she popped it into her mouth before taking a voracious, crunchy bite of lunch. Her grin found itself directed at the greasy cheese-meat-sauce hybrid in Sangue's hand, and she nodded at it with a wink. "Discovered anything new about the makeup of a piece of pizza?"

@NarayanK

Just that moment later, Skyra sniffed and wiped away what remained of the water that had flowed out of her eyes.
"I don't think, I understand you correctly. But that doesn't really matter... I think... I just feel the short time we know each other seemed a lot longer and a lot more fun than the time before. You're the first person I can call a friend here... and as such, yeah, I was quite hurt by what you had said...", she sniffed again, but managed to bring out a weak smile. "Apology accepted, though. You're the person I like the most in this ragtag group of people. Also... it helps that you're cute..." Skyra blushed as she uttered that out, more or less accidental.
"Also... you're hugging me too tight... a little less pressure pleaseeee...", she exclaimed as she hugged her back. "God you're strong...", Skyra noted passingly.
"I will help you deal with your new life, my bestie! I'd be an ass of a girl, if I'd leave you now...", she mumbled into Mokuren's shoulder, since she was hugged so much and Skyra was a lot smaller than a "normal" person.

Cian Kuze

With a sigh she sat down at a table that didn't really have anyone at it while she could have sat down with her team she was still somewhat of a loner and preferred being alone at times. Looking down at her food she couldn't help but sigh perhaps she should eat more than just fried soba sandwiches and milk but this was what she usually got so she wasn't going to change it now. Quietly eating she sat down and looked at her weapon she needed something more than just guns if anything she learned that while competent with her weapon and her semblance she lacked something when things became close range. She was not comfortable with a sword it felt unwieldy in her hands so perhaps she could try getting a twin pistol set up instead. Still that was later she supposed as she took a small sip from her milk bottle.

Krysthane enjoyed Oobleck insightful lecture and the way he was constantly questioning the students to ensure their participation. Naturally Krysthane raised her hand and answered at least as many questions as anyone else, all the while studiously taking notes. Sadly class ended too quickly, however Krysthane wasn't that disappointed as lunch was as enjoyable as any class.

She walked out of class thinking that maybe she would try eating at the new Deli that was available, not that the school food was bad, she just wanted to try something new. Besides she had seem some people heading over there already. As she walked out of class she saw Abel leaning against a wall looking deep in thought. Figuring that this was a perfect chance Krysthane walked up to him and said, "Hey, I was thinking about going to the new Deli N'Doul to try out the food, you wanna come with?"

Sangue Naga - Lunch

Sangue blinked in surprise after having her fascination with pizza stumble due to her teammate, Lauren. She looked at the pizza, then at Lauren, then at the BLT, and then at the pizza again.

Sangue looked up, returning to her idle expression quickly as she stated, "This pizza... thing... is very cheesy. And these pepperoni things are kind of greasy.

"I think... it's good."

She glanced at the pizza before looking up again. "How... is Amaranth doing?"

@Plank Sinatra

Mokuren heard that she was hugging to tightly, and so in her panic, hugged tigher.
"I'm sorry for hurting you Sky-Sky! I never meant too!" She loudly exclaimed, weeping in a highly exagerated manner. "I will try to be more understandable, but such a feat will be hard. Most people take understanding for granted. I would like to think of you as a friend, but I don't really know what that implies just yet, so for now I will simply have you as my Sky-Sky" She exclaimed, and then blushed, letting go of Skyra and turning away. "An...and, I like that you think I am cute. Ity makes me feel happy that I bring happiness to others, like you" Mokuren bit her lip, and her tail swished erratically. Unlike most of the time, her minds where coming together to think of a single thing, unanimously. And that thing, was Skyra.

Lauren Negasi

"She's laying over in our dorm right now," Lauren replied after swallowing her bite. There was a dab of mayo on her upper lip that she scooped off with the flat end of a piece of bacon, and she popped the crunchy sandwich meat into her mouth with a pensive smile. "She should be alright with some sleep. She was pretty messed up...dunno how I'd feel about having a semblance that heightens everything like that. I think I'm happy with just a strength and durability buff, you know? Keeps fighting simple. But Desire's tough, too. She'll be okay."

Negasi opened up her bag of chips, already wishing she'd chosen double chocolate cookies instead. She was in the mood for something ubersweet. Shrugging her shoulders, she popped a couple ruffle-cut chips into her mouth anyway and felt them crunch between her teeth.

"Thanks again for taking notes for us, Sangue. I really like history, but I'm uh...not so great at it. 'Specially not at the speed Oobleck flies through at. Missing a class might have really screwed me." She beamed her appreciation at the red-headed woman before taking another hungry bite of sandwich. "So thanks."

"Come with?" Sepia asked, a little surprised at Shiro's invitation. "Me? Really?" she stood up and slung her satchel over shoulder, feeling lighter than she had all day. Imagine that. She, the kid with no social experience desperately compensating by being as sweet as possible, was being invited to things already!

Sepia followed Shiro to lunch, breaking out of her thoughts as Shiro sighed. "Did you forget something?"

For a second, Delta thought Robert had gotten into a fight, and had his ass handed to him. But he soon realized that the all too hue pigment of blood was darker than the condiment plastered on his face, which related more closely with his hair pigment. Was facepaint in vogue nowadays? Delta would have to save reading up on popular trends later, as another student made his way to the table and asked if he could take a seat. ”Sure.” He responded to the blonde briskly while holding out a napkin. Eve leaped out of his belt pouch and yanked the sheet of paper from his hand. The familiar sped its way across the table, gracefully scaled Robert’s arm with finesse until it finally came to a halt at his shoulder. ”...I kind of want to ask how you walked into the line of ketchup fire, but I think I’ll just leave it up to my imagination.” Eve let out a thin breath as it wiped away the remainder of the ketchup, ”Oh, and pleased to meet your acquaintance, Napoli. I’m Eve, Delta’s semblance.” It called out from the other side of the table before it hopped off of Robert’s shoulder and began to dig into some of the macaroni.

The noise echoing throughout the cafeteria was still a bit overwhelming, there was never this much personnel where Delta was stationed, so it was an new experience in itself. That, and the food was surprisingly good. Living off of what his father liked to call cooking was arduous, but because he was raised in such a manner, he didn’t take everything for granted. Delta glanced at Napoli taking his seat, then at his comrade digging into his lunch. Faint signs of unease formed on his brows, which only became knitted by a mere nanometer. ”Even my classmates are taller than me...” It was accepted that adults by default were taller than him, but even people in his age group had at least a third of a foot on him. Delta sighed, realizing that he had yet to introduce himself or his teammate. ”Oh, my apologies. My name is Delta Snow, meanwhile the guy across from me is Robert Fallson. We’re on the same team.” He kept the introduction relatively brief. Suddenly, both his and Robert’s scrolls chimed with a notification. He slipped the device out of his pocket and skimmed over the message. Delta exchanged glances with Robert then tapped in a response, notifying their third member that they would be en route.

”Great sorta thing…?” The boy tilted his head, he attempted to discern what Grane exactly meant by that phrasing but ultimately came up with nothing. His mind was not yet capable of processing social linguo. The student looked up at the blonde classmate, who had just settled in his seat a few minutes prior. ”Erm… Robert and I are about to head over to the Deli. Not sure who we’re meeting, but you might know some of the people there.” The boy paused, still unsure of how he should continue on, ”...Want to tag along?” Yeah. That sounds right.
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Well, Grane and, unsurprisingly, Gren had amassed quite the circle of people. Delta vaguely recognized some of their features from the history lecture and the little smidgen of math class he was able to attend. A whole team, plus the social butterfly of a friend were sitting at a table. Slate pupils stared widely at the group, opened more than usual. He was surely caught off guard how quickly he had found himself in the midst of people. What was presumed to have been an arduous task of finding friends was savvily expedited by simply knowing one or two certain individuals.

The boy ran a hand down the back of his neck before he gave his classmates a wave, ”Um. Hi.” He managed to force out. Eve began to snickered at his pitiful attempt, ”Sup Grane~! Oh, Gren’s here too? G&G! I’m copyrighting that as of now, mind you.” The familiar chuckled at its own pun, ”Also, greetings to the rest of you! I don’t know your names, but I can’t wait to meet you!” Eve must’ve been brimming with happiness, this was probably the most people its collectively seen that are Delta’s age. ”Nice job texting us, Grane. Don’t tell me you studied how to use it during class.” He distinctly remembered the guy packing the device away as soon as he had received it in Ozpin’s office. Delta presumed that he had next to no experience using such devices, but maybe his teammate’s intuition was enough.

”Don’t worry about paying for me, whoever’s covering the tab. I’ve already eaten.” He reassured the team as he took his seat. So there was a guy with cerulean hair, another male sporting armor, a redhead with quite the interesting hat, a woman with blue locks, and lastly a cat faunus with viridescent eyes. ”Name's Delta... How’ve your days been?” Delta awkwardly asked. He was still lost in the sudden chain of events. Hopefully Grane or Gren would shine some light on why they beckoned for them all. A quick sip was taking from the can he bought on the way. When in doubt, drink coffee.
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"Happiness is awesome, you should try it every day.", Skyra exclaimed giggling. "And hey, if I can help with that, even better!"
Now that all that awkwardness was out of the way, Skyra scratched her chin a bit. "I'm wondering... should we head to class now or should we continue to chill out here?" It was then when Skyra noticed something. "I actually called you cute? Wow... I'm way too much of a girl right now...", she grumbled. "That's something girls seem to do a lot, I've noticed... but I've never called somebody cute before..."
She raised her fists and shook them in playful anger. "Damn you, Moku! You're killing my tomboy image!"She laughed happily and grinned her catty grin.

Abel Fulgurate

After a few minutes, a tone from the guardian's scroll demanded his attention. He slipped the device from the from jacket pocket of his gorgeous and stylish blue coat, pulling it out and activating it in a single, deft motion that by now was well-rehearsed. It took a moment to sort through all the unerased messages and find the newcomer, but find it he did, and he examined Gren's alert thoroughly. Just before Abel could shut the scroll off and pop it back into his pocket, a new message arrived. This barely provoked a reaction from him, totally expecting it to be another text from a teammate. He opened the message to read without glancing at the number, only to pause in confusion.

To: Abel Fulgurate
From: Leo England
Subject:
Body: cme to emeerald faoreestalone tomorwo lok for falre if you dont people wioldie

A couple of seconds later, Abel looked to the sender and the subject for any clarification. One proved to be totally unfamiliar and the other blank. Baffled but suddenly intrigued, Abel focused his full mental capacity on deciphering out the ridiculous arrangement of letters he'd been confronted with. This new problem to solve swept away all thoughts about lunch for the time being, but fortunately for his stomach the guardian didn't take long to figure out that this was no code he'd been sent, but rather a short statement more rushed and full of awful mistakes than a speeding prison bus. He'd reached about halfway through over the course of thirty seconds or so -come to Emerald Forest alone- and was puzzling about its meaning when a bright and familiar voice drew him from his riddle. Before Abel's eyes, looking good as ever, was Krysanthe, and if he'd heard her correctly she'd just asked him to accompany her to lunch. He blinked once, motionless for a split second. On the inside, however, there was an exhilarated yet dignified party going on. Holy cow she wants to hang out with me I did okay last night and she did the asking she's totally assertive that's really hot and man I'm happy!

“Sure, I guess.” Uh oh. Too disengaged. “I mean, yeah, sounds great. Now? Sure, let's go.”

He pocketed the scroll and its cryptic contents, rerouting every mental function available to not looking like a complete dolt. Wearing an optimistic smile, the guardian walked alongside her toward the deli, marveling internally that he'd managed to do well enough to have a second date with someone. Was lunch a date? Who cares!

Deli N'Doul, despite its moniker, wasn't your everyday sandwich shop. It brought along an atmosphere of culture and quaintness, visible in the art on the walls and the decorative objects found everywhere. Even more visible than the scenery, however, were Abel's teammates. Instantly, a dilemma hit him. Do I bring her over to the others or find a table for two? Ah, I know. A cleared throat later, Abel remarked, “Nice place. Where do you want to sit?”

Mokuren shrugged as she heard that Skyra's tomboy image was getting killed. Totally mangling the metaphor, she decided to continute it with her own brand of Mokurenness.
"No. I am going to drive my sword into your tomboy image and twist it about, causing excrusiating pain before pulling the sword out and using the blood drained to shoot needles into it's eyes and extinguish it's life force forever!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms up in the air. "And then, I will grind it into the ground with my heel, and make sure it's skull is crushed in, before taking you off and getting you a cute dress to wear, while also designed to be practical in a combat situaiton because I am forward thinking like that" She finished, before sitting back down. "And most classes are just ones and zeroes, so I am happy to just sit here with you, and have your cuteness brighten up the world, or at least the small part of the word I am in. And not really brighten it up, but more metaphorically"

Cobalt began drinking a lot of water as more and more people showed up. He was not going to be able to pay for all of these people. God this new guy who approached was kinda scary too. One guy spoke up about paying and Cobalt practically collapsed on himself as all of his tension released. "Oh thank god, I wasn't sure if I could pay for this many people." Cobalt wiped his brow and let out a sigh of relief.

Emerald spoke up and he put his water down. Cobalt sighed and ran his thumb over his knuckles. "Yeah, that was another reason I invited you guys here today. I feel like I made a bad impression today and I wanted to start over. I'm Cobalt Chideta. I hope I make for a good team and that fortune smiles upon us always." Cobalt actually pushed his seat out and got up. He bowed formally with his head looking down. He then pulled his chair back in and sat back down. Cobalt blushed slightly and smiled.

Sapphire glanced at the blue haired kid when he spoke about not being able to pay for everyone. She raised an eyebrow "Were you expecting to?" she asked. He looked like someone had just released him from an interrogation chamber. His brow covered in sweet, a look of relief on his face and a drink in his hand. The obvious conclusion was that he'd offered to cover the tab expecting a smaller group of people and became increasingly worried about his finances as more people joined the group.

Sapphire tried to imagine what that was like. Of course had she wanted to the azure haired girl could easily have covered the cost of food for everyone at the table and anyone else that cared to join but Sapphire didn't particularly want to flaunt her family's wealth. She'd been lucky up till now that no one had recognized her father's last name. He'd been a hero in the faunus wars years earlier and a fairly influential hunter since then. Sapphire was just glad no one had connected her surname with that of Janus Rode. Her family was not a topic she particularly cared to discuss. Besides it wasn't as though just cause she was well off Sapphire bought whatever she wanted. She tried to use as little of her family's money as she could, school supplies, weapons and material. The things she needed not those that she wanted.

Sapphire listened as Cobalt addressed Oswald's team. She thought they were called Codex now but keeping track of team names at Beacon was difficult with all the recent drop outs. As he talked about how he was going to make the team proud and would be a good member Sapphire couldn't help but chime in. The whole thing was so... sickeningly sweet. "Can't fault you for enthusiasm. Could use some more restraint and tact and perhaps a touch of caution." After this Sapphire took a sip from her drink. Perhaps she wasn't the best person to talk about tact but someone had to keep everyone grounded.

Kuhaku Shiro - -> Deli N'Doul

His ears twitched and swiveled as Sepia caught up to his side. As the two walked, he returned to the world of the living and turned his head slightly towards her. Flashing her another grin, he reassured her to dispel doubts. "Yeah, of course come with! Why wouldn't I invite another friend to eat? It's always boring and lonely, having to eat alone. Food always tastes better when you're in good company!" Whether or not his statement was based in any factual evidence, Shiro didn't know. All he did know for sure was that eating together with someone was always more pleasant.

When Sepia questioned him, he shrugged and made a motion with his hand. Waving away and dismissing his prior thought. "Ah, I did. But, it's nothing important. Trivial, really."

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It didn't take long for Shiro to arrive at the new eatery. Though not exactly connected to the cafeteria, it was close enough to technically be. Lifting his head to sniff at the delicious scents that lingered in the air, Shiro lightly chuckled as he took in the sights. "Man, this place looks cool!" Come to think of it, when had this been constructed? He hadn't been aware of any new additions to Beacon Academy. No formal electronic or paper notices. No cordoned off construction/build sites. Nothing. It piqued his curiosity, but at the notice of his familiar teammates the thoughts were washed away. Same as with any other memory Shiro deemed to be irrelevant, they were obliterated. Grinning mischievously, Shiro found a safe place to set his belongings down. Turning to Sepia, he winked and placed a finger over his lips. "Watch this. Hee hee..." As far as Shiro knew, no one in the Deli had taken notice of him yet. Perfect chance for what he was about to do. Crouching down on all fours, wide grin on his face, Shiro did a slight butt wiggle as he locked onto his 'target'.

He was feeling extra playful today for some reason or another, and Gren was going to be the recipient of his spontaneous spike in energy levels. His focus causing his vision to tunnel, he had no idea of the large group Gren was amassing around him. No clue that they were fellow classmates who hadn't yet been warned introduced to him. He never made good first impressions anyways. Bounding forward just enough distance to gain some momentum, Shiro launched himself into the air as he attempted to sneak up on Gren to pounce on him. A blur of silvery-white, he inhaled deeply as he bellowed out a joyous "GREEEEEEENNNNN~....!!!" Hands and arms stretched out wide in a dangerous, lethal...

Bear hug.

Sangue Naga - Lunch

The red-haired swordswoman nodded, her idle expression remaining in place. "She is a strong person," Sangue agreed.

As she bit off another piece from her pizza, the woman stared at her food for a brief moment. She seemed to be pondering on something, though she did not seem to have any intentions on speaking her mind to the world. Instead, she assured Lauren, "I have the notes. It was not hard." But truthfully, the only reason why she was able to take notes was because a paper ball that came out of nowhere to save her hide.

With a bit of backbone, the woman asked Lauren, "You are... feeling okay, right? If... you feel unhealthy, then do not hesitate... to go to the infirmary."

Sangue liked talking to Lauren. The dark-haired woman just screamed "friendly" to her, so it was hard for Sangue to shrug her off, especially considering her fondness for nice people.

She then wondered when Ben would eventually pop back up. Though, she did not mind if Ben stayed with Amaranth for the Faunus's sake.

@Plank Sinatra