Gratia Mindaro - Armory

Gratia's bored gaze moved away from the front of the classroom, slowly turning before it finally fixed itself upon the student that had dared approach her. Her unblinking eyes watched him, their intensity lowering not a single inch as she studied the other's appearance. A Faunus. That was apparent. Some form of swine, if the features were any indication. Muscular and powerful as well; likely a physical combatant. Her eyes flicked down towards his hands for a second. The calluses supported her hypothesis. And there was a mask in his hands. Gas mask? No, breathing mask.

From the manner in which the Faunus had approached her, and the presence of the mask, it was clear that her time was going to be wasted in some way. The Mistral native was not particularly busy, per se (especially when the teacher had yet to fucking arrive), but she much preferred being on her lonesome than deal with her inferiors. This interruption was a minor irritation, but an irritation nonetheless, and so she was rather non-inclined in responding to whatever shit the swine would spout. Probably wanted some help, and unless it was actually worth her while, it was likely to be utterly pointless.

She continued watching him, her solemnity unbroken as her gaze continue to bore into the Faunus.

The huntress could not care less about whatever the swine wanted from her. But for all that was her slight irritation, she wasn't going to push him away immediately. Chatsworth had yet to arrive, and while this was a time-waster, she still had some fucking time to kill.

Her silence was all she would give as acknowledgment.

But Gren would have to show that it was fucking worth it.

Gren Orchid

From Gratia's resting bitch face, Gren could imagine that she wanted nothing to do with him. Fair enough he supposed, there were always others he could turn towards. He noticed Sapphire enter the class, which actually would be good for him. He wanted to speak to her in private. "If you happen to know how to make a hermetic seal, come find me." And just as quickly as he came, Gren left the girl to go find Sapphire. She sat between Emerald and Krysanthe, two girls who, if memory serves, had some infatuation with Shiro and Abel respectively. Or perhaps it was the other way around? Gren didn't really ask too many questions about the affections of his fellow teammates. "Well, that's one conversation we can bring up."

Walking over to his team leader Gren called out to Sapphire. "Hey Sapphire, I got something I could use your help on... Wait..." Gren only got a cursory glace at Sapphire's current blue prints, but they appeared to be calculations about suction force and a rough schematic of a hand-held device. Perhaps a glove? Gren couldn't tell, but he did recognize some of the equations because he used similar one before he started using his Friction Semblance; while his relies mostly on his Semblance now, he's tried looking into mechanical alternatives for himself. The issue however was his weight: he's simply too heavy for conventional suction devices to work without using a lot of energy, and only under the best circumstances. But that was years ago, before he was able to fine tune his semblance. Since then he never really put much thought into it, but perhaps he could look into it for Sapphire. After she helps him of course.

"Interesting. Anyways, do you have a moment? I could use some help with this mask."

Sapphire had found a number of minor miscalculations. She'd rushed through the process in the initial design because she'd been excited by the idea and how it might influence her fighting style. The mistakes were minor but completely changed the end result. She was glad she’d started checking her work, she didn’t want to be falling off walls thirty feet up. Her aura would protect her but that would still be some serious bruises.

As she worked Sapphire became aware of Krysanthe looking over her drawing. More than likely attempting to figure out what it was. Sapphire was about to snap at the girl that it was impolite to stare when she heard her name from one row up. It was Gren, he trailed off looking at her schematic. If Gren was half as smart as he acted then he’d more than likely done some research into the forces that his semblance manipulated. The equations that Sapphire was using weren’t all together that different from friction manipulation though a bit more refined. He must recognize what she was trying to do. Perhaps she could ask for his assistance. It never hurt to have a second opinion, it was always the simplest mistakes that you overlooked.

But that could wait. Gren was asking her to take a look at something in his hand. It was a breathing apparatus. Her first thought was a gas mask but there was no filter. It was more likely designed to operate in environments where oxygen was contaminated or absent. Though Gren wouldn’t be bringing it to her if there wasn’t something defective or incomplete about it.

"What’s wrong with it?"

Kuhaku Shiro - Robert Escort -> Armory

Feeling Sapphire's hand on his shoulders, he couldn't help but roll his eyes too. What did she want now? Eyes lazily scanning the air above him, he still took in her words but granted her no response. Go ahead. Talk to Ozpin. He was doubtful the Headmaster would divulge any sensitive and private information on select students. Even if Sapphire was a Team Leader and he was technically her subordinate. If he thought it would be prudent to notify her of his condition, wouldn't he have done so long ago when she was assigned her position? Whatever. As Sapphire snatched her knife from Robert and left, he couldn't be any happier as he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, princess."
Shiro wasn't normally one to think ill of anyone.
But Sapphire was quickly becoming a 'special' exception.
Where was that small bit of warmth and understanding that she showed during their first mission?
Was that all she could muster within her heart as a decent human being?
"Compassion skill cool down time estimated 4 years."
Shiro smirked at his internal joking.
Shaking his head, he tried to keep his thoughts in a positive light.
"Come on, cut it out. Don't be mean.."

Just in time, Shiro arrived at Grimm Studies with Robert.

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Giving Robert an odd and confused look as he cocked an eyebrow, Shiro couldn't help but feel a bit awkward. Embarrassed, his cheeks tinged a slight red as he looked away at the ground. Scratching his head, he was unsure where Robert was coming from so suddenly with his remarks. Shiro didn't really have much else to say except for a quiet, "Uh...Y-yeah, o-okay. Thanks. See you 'round.." Turning away, he pulled out his Scroll to distract himself by checking the time. Looking over his shoulder back at Robert, Shiro was obviously flustered. Sure he considered the guy to be a friend, but they weren't that close. At least, yet. Anyways...There was still time for him to make it to his own Armory class if he hustled. So, breaking out into a brisk jog, he put a bit of pep into his step.

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Tossing his book bag of things under an unoccupied chair at the front of Armory class, Shiro made it just in time as the bell rang. Looking around, Professor Chatsworth hadn't arrived yet it seemed. All well and good, it worked for his favor. Unceremoniously plopping down into his seat, Shiro let out a sigh and racked his mind to focus at the tasks at hand. Unaware of the students were seated around him, he didn't pay them any mind as he unsheathed his sword from its shield and set the thick blade on the desk in front of him.

"Step one; Disassembly..."

Shiro muttered to himself, his gloved fingers working with a vigorous dexterity as he began to click, pick, and unlock various parts of Kladenets to break it down. An assortment of many large metal gadgets and doodads that seemed to be machined by a genius who was as equally mentally unstable as they were brilliant. It became quite clear and apparent that Shiro's weapons were hardly solid, rather comprised of complex mechanisms that were somehow able to withstand the rigors of hard combat without fail. Within seconds, Kladenets was broken down into a shell of its complete self. A skeleton. Hefting what looked to be the spine of the sword, Shiro took the time to carefully examine where Luke had battered it. Angling the alloy chunk so that the light could reveal anything that Shiro didn't notice the first glance he gave it.

Brightly smiling, his ears perked as he realized that the damage done was trivial.
"Ah, good! No denting or gouging of the metal. That'll make things quicker and easier on me..."
Regardless, he still gave it a more intense examination and inspection. He had to be sure after all.
If there was any extensive damage done, Shiro would have to take out a debt to be paid against Mr. Schwarz. One that could only be repaid in bloodshed. Not that he was going to let anyone else know that, of course.

"I don't think it will turn the same as math" Cian replied quietly as she started to dismantle Byakko. Despite its size there was a surprising large amount of things that went into it. Still as she carefully looked over the inner mechanisms for the weapon she thankfully spotted some parts that needed to replaced springs and locks being the main part. Those were thankfully a easy repair but as she continued she couldn't help but think why she choose to make a weapon such as this. It was pure range that was obvious but looking at the mechanisms and her original blue prints of the weapon which she unfurled on the table. There was some parts she noticed were doing no good in the weapon or a part that should move a different direction to increase the speed in which is transformed. With small sigh she put her weapon back together quickly with ease due to the sheer familiarity she had with it. Looking up she saw that the teacher had yet to arrive yet either so with that in mind she decided to take her time with some parts to polish it up a little and get rid of some buildup that was caught in some of the delicate parts.

It seemed his schedule currently was the same as his teammates- After the bell had rung, Grane had taken a quick look at his scroll to read his schedule off again. Was this on purpose? He wouldn't put it past the headmaster to do so. Perhaps for some team bonding or something of the sort. His teammates had already left the deli, along with Gren and his buddies, which was probably an indicator that he should probably get moving. Skipping class would be preferable on a day other than his very first, and he wanted to get used to his classes a bit.

It didn't take long to locate the classroom. After all, rooms were organized in a orderly fashion, and even if Grane could not find the room without this knowledge, there were plenty of others to ask. Hell, he could have texted Robert, Delta, or their new addition, Vixian. Only a complete imbecile or airhead would be able to get lost. But Grane supposed there would be a said individual somewhere in Beacon.

Grane arrived at the classroom, finding some of his teammates already there. He took a seat and waited for class to start, he had already socialized enough with them as far as he was concerned.

"Yeah." he replied with a nod, watching as his teammate dissected and reconstructed her rifle with mild curiosity. "I doubt we're gonna have another random incident like that, so it's gotta be a step up at least."

Deconstruction, contemplation, reconstruction, all in the span of two, possibly three minutes. Most of it being the step in the middle, to boot. What minutiae could she possibly be fussing over? It looked a lot like those blueprints she'd pulled up to him, but then again, he knew nothing of firearms. All those tiny mechanisms, springs, locks, levers... they were all beyond alien to him, as much as his hair was to Gratia, seated all the way up at the front of the desks. Glancing up at the impassive curtain of ebony hair some three desks up, his eyes bored into the back of the huntress's head for a moment, noting a disappointed-looking Gren walking away from his no doubt brief as all hell conversation with her.

Why is she so pushy with me, anyway? Are her teammates and I the only people she's spoken to since getting here?

It can't just be my hair that's elavated my stature amongst everyone else.

R-Right?

Exhaling a breath he didn't know he'd been holding through his nose, his eyes turned downwards as he activated the first stage of his right watch's transformation. A familiar sensation similar to putting on a heavy glove struck him, and in the watch's place was a gauntlet of gleaming silver plate, extending all the way up to his elbow. Gauntlet being used as an easier, shorter term than "gauntlet, vambrace, and reverbrace", that is, but you get the picture. Wiggling his fingers and rotating his wrist, the pugilist did his level best to fit in with everyone else working on their weapons, testing the articulation.

As always, full range of motion. He could have it on all the time during his daily life, if he really wanted to.

Beyond that though, he wasn't quite sure what to do with it. He wasn't exactly sure how to take it apart and fiddle with the inner workings...

"Say, Cian. You designed that yourself?"

Gratia Mindaro - Armory

A hermetic seal. That was why the swine Faunus had approached her for? Gratia allowed her gaze to linger on the other student's retreating back for several seconds before she returned to her own work: cleaning the dust and grime off Valens with a towel. Breathing apparati were not particularly her field of specialisation, but creating an airtight space was not too difficult in the long-run. All that was required was a substance that possessed low moisture and oxygen transmission rates, and from there it could be utilised to hermetically seal whatever object it was being applied to; which, in the case of the teenager that had just approached her, was a breathing mask.

What were the substances being used to construct the mask? That would determine what was necessary to hermetically seal it. The Mistralese teenager had once kept a bag of cheese (a small luxury for her family) air tight after opening it with an empty water bottle, but obviously her method would not have worked on something so important as a mask.

However, it was no longer her problem anymore.

She didn't need to waste her fucking time when the Faunus could figure the shit out for himself.

Quietly, the Huntress pulled out a bottle of oil, applying the most miniscule amount to a rag. She began to wipe it along the entirety of the blade with the practised care of a long-time sword-user, safe in the knowledge that her weapon was once again protected by a new coat of oil.

Accompanied by the ring of the beginning bell Professor Chatsworth appeared from an adjoining room. His rolled-up sleeves and filthy hands abundantly gave off the impression that he'd been at work on some laborious project or another. Approaching the students, he waved to get their attention before giving instruction. “Good afternoon! Today, I'll be giving you all some time to tinker with your own gear as usual, but this time I have a new assignment that is to be started no later than thirty minutes in, as well. This marks the first time that you're not understanding or modifying, but actually making. I want you to concept, sketch, and then begin gathering parts for a functional headgear. It can be goggles, a hat, a visor, glasses, what have you, but it must perform some task useful to a hunter in the field. As always, if you're unable to find the parts you want in the scrap room, you can place an order for materials using my terminal. The first ten orders are free -you can thank your tuition for that- but after that there will be some small charges to your account. Good luck and fulfilling work!” Chatsworth wiped his hands off on a rag and produced his scroll, sending a copy of the assignment to the electronic blackboard near his desk, where it displaced the usual two or three diagrams taken up residence there. After that, the professor returned to the back room, leaving the door open so that anyone who wanted his help could ask.



“Hallooooo there, young learners!”

The resounding voice of Professor Port threatened to drown out the bell for a moment. Abel seated himself at a desk, noting that somehow pretty much everyone else in the class beat him to it, and looking expectantly at the mustachioed instructor for the beginning of the lesson.

Port obliged. “Today, we'll be studying a brand-new type of Grimm! We've introduced ourselves to most of the pitiable Kleins and a few of the Feinds already, but this elusive type we can't easily encounter in a classroom. Follow me, eager adventurers!” He pressed a button on his desk with his signature bravado, and in one corner of the room a previously-unmentioned metal door swung open. Seemingly disregarding the notion that some of the students might have second thoughts, Port led the way into the brightly-lit hallway and into a surprisingly well-known room: the pool. While it fell under the classification of 'gym' and stood right next to it on the Beacon floorplan, the pool had been inexplicably inaccessible today, and one look at it made it pretty clear why. A large, dark shape moved beneath the water, ignoring a series of circular floating platforms arranged like lilypads across the pool's surface.

Despite the overwhelming ominous sense flooding from the pool, Port seemed mightily pleased with himself. “Today's monstrosity is a water-borne behemoth, the Megaladeus! They're downright nasty pieces of work, let me tell you, I nearly lost a leg to one once...but that's a story for another time! Anyway, I'm stacking the odds in your favor since you're fighting out of your element. Old Port took a handsaw to this Grimm's teeth after helping to capture it, so it won't turn you into mincemeat if it grabs you, but rest assured it'll still hurt! You're going after this ferocious fish as a team, so it's the job of each of you to look after everyone else! Unless you want to be that one hunter who drowned in freshman-year Grimm Studies, I'd recommend removing any extraneous clothing or armor in one of the locker rooms over there. If you've got swimsuits, now might be the time. Remember water resistance for melee weapons, to keep your balance on the pads, and while bullets don't work in water, dust still does! Five minutes until I blow the almighty whistle, brave warriors, get scheming!”

Diamond - Worst class ever

By the time Diamond got to the classroom (late, as she had to return the notes for Math she borrowed), the only spot left was next to Cobalt. So much for this class starting well. Rolling her eyes the redhead walked into the room to take the seat. "Seems like the fates won't let us be apart." the thief whispered as she sat down, trying not to look too hostile.

After a short while, professor Port opened a door Diamond was wondering about where it went. The class started shuffling through it, and the thug followed on the tail. The second she saw where they were though, what color was in her face drained rapidly as she took a pace back. Shringking, she pulled her hat into her face. Nooo, why this, why now? She wanted to turn tail and run like hell. But instead she shuffled behind Cobalt, lsitening to what the professor was saying.

As soon as Port finished, she straightened her hat and tapped Cobalt's shoulder ever so slightly with her gaze pointing to the ground. Her face was an odd mix of embarrassment and fright as she shared what her problem was: "I can't swim." she whispered through gritted teeth.

@floodtalon

Cobalt chuckled slightly as he heard Diamond. "Fate is cruel to some." A door opened in the corner of the room and Cobalt raised his eyebrows. How did he miss that? As they walked through the corridors he noticed that they seemed to be going towards the gym and he began thinking. 'Are we going to be fighting something big today?' Those thoughts were soon answered.

"Son of a..." Cobalt paled at the sight of the massive Megaladeus. Oh god his professor was insane. After he heard that it's teeth were dull he relaxed slightly and began removing his clothes. He threw off his coat and folded up his scarf right next to it. Then Diamond spoke up. Cobalt cursed under his breath and sighed. "Well it's not like I'm going to let a teammate drown. Stay on the lily pads, if you fall into the water I'll get you out. We're going to have to fix this problem soon though." Cobalt began thinking of how this was going to be taken care of.

"What can you do with your Semblance? What are it's limitations, does light effect it in a negative or positive way, can your weapons be thrown? Just tell me anything that you can do that would be useful in this situation. Final question, do you know anyone else in this class? We are going to need more than two people working together to take down this monster of a Grimm." He asked quickly, yet slowly enough to be understood. This was going to be tough but doable with a plan.

@Forsythe

Gren Orchid

"For the most part, nothing that I know of. However it's incomplete because I lack a hermetic seal to ensure that it functions properly as a breathing mask. I've tried to see if the scrap room has anything, but alas, nothing I found is suitable." As Gren spoke to Sapphire about the mask Professor Chatsworth arrived. He arrived to give everyone their assignment, which fortunately for Gren was already something he was working on. In fact he was working on a piece of head gear right in his hands. This inspired Gren to begin thinking of potential upgrades and additions to the rebreather, but before he got ahead of himself he had to at least finish the prototype.

"It must be my lucky day. I can spend the whole class working on this. However I'm almost done with it, I just need something I can use as a hermetic seal. I'll need to shape it too, so if we can somehow find one off another object I'll need to gather enough to shape it for my purposes. I could always order the supplies, but I want to save those for something big. The seal itself isn't anything rare or unique, there just isn't any here. I was hoping you could help me brainstorm an idea to at least make an improvised seal so I can test the mask's functionality." Gren knew a improvised seal would only lower the quality of his rebreather, but as it stands without that seal it won't work as a rebreather anyways. At least if he could improvise he can test to see what else he might need to tighten up first before he starts working towards a final project.

Another important thing however was that Gren wanted to spend some time with Sapphire. He didn't like her, sure, but he has to make the effort to try at least. And if she snubs him then he can hate her without guilt. That and there was the matter of the party that he wants her to go to; she may not want to be involved with a bunch of hormonal young adults, but she's hardly unique among them just because she's stoic and aloof. Plus she needs to spend some downtime with her team for once, and Gren was going to make her do it, kicking and screaming if he has to. Hopefully she won't make him go so far, but he was ready for it.

Krysthane grinned and pondered the task given them. Create some sort of functional and helpful piece of headgear hm? The first thing that popped into mind were goggles for protection from the elements. But as she thought of that she considered if she made a sort of diving helmet, one that had a breathing mask and goggles so you could see clearly underwater. Deep in thought she quickly made her way to the scrap room and managed to find a pair of lenses that she liked as well as a broken pair of goggles. She quickly replaced the missing lenses and though about how to go about things next.

Honestly Krysthane wasn't quite sure where to go from here. She grabbed her notebook and began scribbling her design in it. She needed to create some sort of breathing mask, maybe something that ran on dust and allowed you to breath underwater without an air tank. Yeah that sounded cool. Krysthane scribblings grew more pronounced as she filled out her idea, it looked like she would probably need to place an order to complete It though. Regardless she liked the idea and decided that she would continue attempting that.

Robert Fallson - We're Gonna Need a Bigger Boat

As all of the other teams seemed to be working on different possible plans on how to take down the Feind Class Grimm, Robert stepped forward from the crowd and walked toward a spot that looked like a good place to keep things you wanted to stay dry. "And after just getting dry from first period, too. Note to self: invest in swim shorts," he said as he removed all articles of clothing except for his pants and underwear. The ugly burn scar on his back that he had gotten as a small child was now very much on display for anyone looking at him. After taking everything out of his pockets, he approached the pool that had the blood-thirsty Megaladeus.

"Alright team, here's the plan. I volunteer to be bait and get this thing to try and surface so we can do the most amount of damage. Grane, while I'm trying to not get turned into this thing's chew toy, you stay behind it and aim for it's back fin to cut off its maneuverability. Delta, since you're our resident marksman, you should try to put as much distance between you and it as you can, and aim for it's gills whenever I successfully get it to surface. It can't fight if it can't breath right?" Robert explained as he got into a runner's position. He hoped that he'd make it on the lily pad-like object with little to no trouble, but knowing his luck he was expecting to take a swim. "So what you guys think? Good plan? Yea or nay?"

Diamond - Nu-uh

"It's the falling into the water that's my problem!" she barked, albeit in hushed voice so no one else would overhear her in her pathetic moment. "Absolutely no person, with maybe the exception of aquatic faunus has any business being in water! It's against nature! And it already tried to kill me once, I'm not giving it a chance to finish the job!" The words may have been intended to sound harsh, but they came out somewhere between whimpering and pleading.

"My semblance... I can forge items out of my own shadow. I have to keep in contact with it though, and using it to create platforms to walk on is tiring. I can however use Ice and Kinetic dust, be like an artillery of sorts. I'm new to it but hey have to train sometime. _{and I don't have to get near the water that way.}" she added for herself. "Or, hypothetically, if you were to lure it into a given place at a certain time, I could set up a trap for it. I'd need time to set it up though. I don't think we're on such bad terms for me to use you as bait though."

@floodtalon

Sapphire took a look at the mask being offered her. It was a fairly basic design, a simple mask that covered the mouth and nose connecting to an oxygen tank to allow easy breathing. It wasn't the way that Sapphire would have designed a breathing apparatus. If she was going to craft one she would make something that filtered oxygen from the surrounding environment which would illuminate a limit on time spent there. However that type of device required knowing where you would be before hand and building it to make the specs of the environment you were trying to breath in. Gren's design was a more multipurpose model.

Proper hermetic seals were difficult to perfect. You needed an airtight solution that could instantly bond and release from any substance, for this type of device human skin. Those types of materials were generally expensive. There were of course some cheap alternatives but those resulted in a lower quality seal which could end up becoming compromised which depending on the environment you were in could get you killed.

"You're best bet for a proper seal would be a synthetic biopolymer. However those can be expensive. It might be possible to distill something off of another device from the scrap room but I'd have to take a look around. Of course there are some cheaper options too but those result in less... secure seals. Did you have an environment planned for this device? If I knew what it was planned for I might be able to specialize it somewhat for that location."

As she said this to Gren Sapphire listened to Chatsworth dole out today's assignment. She cursed under her breath. Sapphire had been hoping to use this class to work on her climbing, acrobatic apparatus' she'd started in math. Of course she could create a cheap pair of nightvision goggles in a half hour but she would rather have a decent mark in this class if she could. She'd think of something before next class. Something unique, she didn't want her inventions to be like every other assignment.

Gren Orchid

"Mainly underwater. This is of course a prototype; once I'm certain that it can work properly underwater I'll see about upgrading it for different environments such as toxic air of even vacuums." Of course there were other reasons Gren was working on this mask too. The mask itself wasn't all that important, but rather, the apparatus he's using to create breathable air is. The fact that he needs it to operate as a breathing mask is only important so he could hand it off to Shiro, since Gren typically has a face-covering helmet on in dangerous situations.

Working on headgear designs was actually funny for Gren. He wasn't certain if any other hunters ever actually invested in helmets aside from him. His combat armor creates one automatically, which itself is a nice function as it allows him some extra durability on top of his aura. But his own helmet has a Heads-Up Display which allows him to monitor his aura levels, as well as the levels of his allies. It has a digital screen which will allow him to take a peep at information without using his hands, activated by voice prompts and the occasional somatic components. And of course it augments Gren's own natural Night Vision, like being able to be able to dim sudden light sources so he doesn't get stunned by bright lights. He can also discern distances and lengths between things he sees or himself, which is useful if he needs to make some calculations for leading targets. Of course he could add a few more options to them: Aura Vision being one that he was interested into looking into. A radar, perhaps linked to detecting Aura, is another. Of course he'd need it to be able to pick up Grimm too, so perhaps a Heat-Detection. However all of this doesn't come from an actual object he could make in the class; this is stuff he'd have to program into his helmet and by extension, his body and armor.

"Hmm... Anyways. For the most part I'm almost finished with this mask, I just need the seal. Incidentally, that gives me plenty of time this class for just about anything else. So Sapphire, how about we do something like this: If you can find me that seal for the rebreather, I'll pitch in and assist you designing and crafting some headgear of your choosing. I can see that you've already begun working on some gloves and I'm sure you want to finish them. Once I get my seal I'll just need to test them, but I'm sure I can ask Shiro to handle testing for me while I help you with your mask." Speaking of Shiro, Gren supposed he ought to ask him what he needs help with. Gren wouldn't mind letting Shiro piggyback on his project: By being the test subject Gren figured Shiro would deserve as much credit for it's creation as Gren would. Or at least Sapphire, if she chooses to help.

Sepia looked down at her uniform uncertainly. She didn't think it wise to try swimming in a skirt and blouse, but she hadn't exactly brought a swimsuit either.

"Well... I have my athletic shorts on and my bra is kind of like a swim top. It's nylon and covers everything but my back and stomach." she shrugged and started stripping, stepping out of her skirt and shoes as she pulled her shirt off over her head. After braiding her hair carefully and checking Orthus's chains, she approached the group that appeared to be strategizing.

"Do you mind if I join you? I think the rest of my team has Armory." She asked the boy who appeared to be directing the others.

@Guess Who

Lauren Negasi

Glasses?

Had he said glasses?

G L A S S E S

She could see it now - Team BASL, alone in some dark forest that could've been a gate to hell itself, no backup on the way. The mission? Suicide, no two ways about it. The enemy? Dark, twisted, snarling creatures that meant to turn their bones into dams (maybe they were beaver Grimm?) and clean the flesh right off those bones. Yet they, Team BASL, the scrappy heroes of Beacon Academy, blew the forces of evil THE FUCK OUT, and did so in style - all wearing NegaSuns (ehhh maybe change the name up there baby girl) to determine...diagnostics?

What would they diagnose? Enemy vitals? That'd be hard without being right on top of the enemy...and how would they measure vitals? What about...friendly vitals? Yes! Have them form a small network, like Scrolls did! So team members could cycle through each other's vitals in augmented reality! With the missing piece of her daydream properly twisted, it all clicked together and the film in her head resumed as normal. Giddy with inventor's high, she saw herself sauntering away, wrapped up in white leather and black girl attitude, with one arm thrown tightly around the collar of a certain red-headed ex-stripping someone. Behind them, a burning airship full of Grimm would explode (who cares why the grimm took over the airship ITS MY FANTASY) and the resulting gust of wind would fuck up their hair, just like in the movies, and Lauren would check her badass sunglasses. And what would they tell her?

Vital signs - smooth as butter. Smooth as satin on skin. Whose skin? Hers? Desire's? Sangue's...?

...Oops. Lauren was steering a little far off base.

This was it. This was the class for babes-- well, not really by babes, but definitely for them. The presence of Amaranth beside her only solidified that fact. And hey, she was a member of BASL, and Lauren always carried around an extra pair of sunglasses. Amy could help her beta test! And she could help with different visions for the sunglasses, because lenses were cool enough that she could use them to monitor more than heart rate, glucose levels...hell, there were commercial applications here, even! She would get so rich she could make it rain on Amy!

"Waaaaaaaaaaaallahi."

Cobalt sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. This was a very bad idea. This was a crippling disadvantage for a Hunter or Huntress. Not being able to swim effectively destroyed battle effectiveness in aquatic environments. He should get the whole team together to talk about this. "Fine. Fine. Thank you for the information. I say we go talk to that other group that's strategizing, team up with them. The more the merrier right?" Cobalt made himself look tough, easy for a guy as big as him, and he walked over to the other team.

"Hello there fellow classmates. Any of you guys have an idea on how to take out this monstrosity? Because we actually had a few, we just need more people to pull them off." He greeted them with a smile on his face and the 27 Smasher at his side. He probably shouldn't mention he needed live bait for his plan to work.