@DiZL ReloadeD@rechonq@Rex'The side-effect of increased fatigue is the worst...'Vivianne was simply laying in bed, one leg dangling precariously over the edge as she stares up at the bunk above her. Truth be told, she didn't mind where she was going to sleep, and would've called dibs on top bunk if she could. However, with her little amounts of energy and tendencies to stay up late, the bottom bunk was probably for the best. That way she wouldn't need to rouse suspicion if she chose to sneak out, since the top bunks of beds were always a hassle to clamber down quietly.
She was happy to know West was a good guy, though first appearances made her a little concerned about Seth. But she was sure he couldn't be
too bad... Well, if those cigarettes were real, there could be some problems. In fact, even as fakes, they were problematic.
'Well... At least the other two are good...'Vivianne stops herself from yawning and leans up on one arm. To those who were paying attention, the Shrine Maiden looks
incredibly tired, as though she hasn't slept in days. Even so, she would refuse any and all requests to rest. It was the first day, after all - she wouldn't want to leave a bad impression. "Since you already know my name," Vivianne begins, "I suppose I, too, will tell you about my weapon. The sacred blade Durandal is a heavy-tipped blade, allowing for maximum power with minimum loss of accuracy. That being said, this sword seemingly has a mind of its own, and takes incredible amounts of self-control and training to wield."
She pauses as she leans up further, now sitting on the edge of her bed and letting the weapon rest in her lap. "Thankfully, I'm stronger than I look, and I've gone through rigorous training to sufficiently wield this blade. Though most commonly used with both hands, one-handed use isn't impossible, meaning if there ever comes a time I need to carry either a second weapon or something else, I can handle it." She pauses as she flicks the switch, causing the blade to split in the middle, revealing the anti-tank rifle within. "The rifle it houses fires a mighty 14.5mm canister's worth of Dust - enough to punch a hole through some of the largest recorded Grimm in history. I only have five shots, though, so you'll have to make these count. I intend on getting more where I can."
Vivianne flicks the switch back, and the weapon reverts to its normal state. "In terms of strategy, having me as either a vanguard or rear guard should do the trick. Consider me the 'tank' who will take all the oncoming damage and give you all time to do your thing. That being said, I can adapt to other roles as well, should you so choose." She sheathes her blade before giving her final piece of strategic advice - another half-truth, though this one was a lot more... dangerous.
"I also don't have a semblance." Vivianne admits, though without a hint of wordy in her words. "To counter this, I've taken to extreme levels of studying and practice in order to become the best huntress-in-training I can be." She continues, in order to ease any worries they may have for someone without a semblance. "I assure you, even without a semblance, I'm the best you could hope for. My physical test results during the entrance examination were all within the nineties save for agility, which was a mere eighty, and my mental testing fared even better, scoring above ninety-five in every subject. I hope to improve, though, to a point where I score one-hundred percent across all subjects, physical or mental. That way, there won't be any doubts."
She states her scores all rather factually, though she doesn't seem to be rubbing it in at all. Instead, she seems fully focused on improving herself; it was almost as though those scores weren't good enough for her. With her piece said, she lays back down on the bed.
