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Beryl Harken


Beryl was quiet. She was very glad to see Luke of course, the boy was one of the first she had met at Beacon and had even offered to show her around. In fact she had been stepping forward to give him a hug before Bianca started talking to him.

And how could she interrupt when such hope shone from the winged Faunus' eyes?

Bianca was in bad condition. Her body and soul had suffered terrible wounds over the course of her captivity. It was a state that Beryl was far too used to seeing in the children that Father took in off the streets. A state of trauma that could and often did take years to recover from. Sometimes a person never fully recovered.

Determination, maybe a little desperation hiding under there as well. It radiated from her friend with such intensity that Beryl could not help but share in some of it as well. Bianca was bent, she was cracked, her body broken and her mind savaged.

But not broken.

How could Beryl do anything but have her back?
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Gratia Mindaro

"Ninety-five percent certain?"

There were many things one could say about Gratia Mindaro. Most were not particularly good things. That was a given, of course; the Mistralese girl was an existence that ran entirely counter to all that was good and holy. She was arrogant, immensely so, with an ego that could blot out the sun. Her words were rude and abrasive to nearly everyone, filled with a vulgarity beyond the norm. Beneath that stoic, formal exterior was someone who was really just a massive bitch, and coupled with her bloodthirsty, ultraviolent tendencies, it was a wonder that anybody tolerated her presence. However, if one could note a single redeeming quality, then the obvious answer would be her loyalty.

Her loyalty to her team.

Her loyalty to her family.

Her loyalty to her friend.

In an instant, Gratia Mindaro had drawn her blade, slicing a thin line across her right palm. Blood instantly began to pool from the fresh wound, but if one were to look into the girl's eyes, there was no sign of pain. Her onyx orbs were impassive as always, and her expression remained unchanged.

"Make it a hundred percent, Schwarz."
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Disregarding the strangeness of the situation I watched carefully as Luke pinpricked his own hand. I watched as it healed itself.

I could see my feathers now.

Without another word on my end I turned around and lowered my hospital gown in order for Luke to be able to see the full extent of the damage. From the stem of the wings down to every last feather. The damage was terribly extensive. My gown still covered my chest, not that Luke could see it as I was turned away from him, but everything other than my wings were covered. Typically with this level of exposure, Gratia would say something, Beryl would tell me to get dressed, or cover me, I’d blush at least.

But nothing was heard other than the ceiling fan. It’s cold calculated cycling. It was tense.

I couldn’t wait much longer. 95% success rate.

Something like that can’t help but make you feel like the five percent. Would the five percent have survived the Dodici? Would the 95% have died in that office building? Was the 95% the percentage of people who could one day hope to become hunters? Or was that once more the five percent? Increasingly in my life I’ve felt like the five percent. Whether that be in wealth, friends, opportunities, But at the end of the day I had one thing I could hold onto still.

I was absolutely nothing special. I was a Faunus in a world of Faunus, an owl in a family of owls. I couldn’t find a date even with an application. I couldn’t get out unscathed from a mission that could aggressively be graded as B-ranking and I wasn’t even able to make myself stand properly anymore.

Therefore. I would not be the exception. I would be the normalcy and I would get to fly once more. There was nothing else that could be said on the topic.

I would fly.

"Get it done."
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"With pleasure."

I stabbed down with the tack again, really digging it in the to get at that blood vessel for all I was worth. Presented with Gratia's impassive eyes and outstretched, bloodied palm, I pulled the tack free—

And before the wound closed, swiped my finger across the cut, feeling my own blood track against hers.

And the effects were nothing short of immediate. As if I had pulled a zipper shut, as if I had rewound time, the Gratia's hand knit itself closed in a manner I had seen so often on my own.

Gratia's hand healed.

I was right!

"Get it done." Bianca said, her voice brooking no dissent.

Well, far be it from me to not want to show off.

Uh, show off how good my bleeding is?

Just get on with it, me.

"You've got it."

I reached for a wing—

And realized my wound had closed.

These little pinpricks faded way too fast! It would take ages if I had to keep nicking myself!

As if sensing my distress, Gratia presented me with her cutlass, blade turned invitingly upwards.

"Ah, thanksssss!" I said, hissing in pain as I drew my palm along the edge. "That'll speed this up!"

I turned back to Bianca. "Ready?"

A solemn nod was my only response. It was now or never. I hadn't even stopped to consider if the injury being more established would change things, and by now, it was too late to.

I wiped my palm across a bare patch of her left wing, and waited.

At first, it looked like nothing was happening.

I scrutinized it harder, peering intently.

Come on...

Then there was a pin.

Transclucent, hard to see in the light I had against the mass of her wing—

Followed by another, then another, and then dozens of them.

My eyes widened.

The pins grew white, now fully distinct.

Then they became tufts.

Then they became down.

And then, some of them, amongst the others that had grown out less— were small feathers.

I didn't dare breathe.

Reaching my hand forward as if I were threading a needle, I took one of the largest that had grown, what would probably be a flight feather once it had fully recovered, and gave a soft tug.

"Hey... you feel that?"

It worked.

It worked!
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Do I feel that?

Oh I feel it.

Maybe it was a little fuzzy at first. Perhaps I hadn’t acutely pinpointed where it was coming from. But I dared not move or say a thing.

No, not until Luke had spilled his blood on my second wing.

I immediately took the intravenous out of my wrist and pushed it away. Standing up I felt my legs grow unsteady once more, for a fifth time today. But with a mighty flap of my wings, I steadied myself. I stretched them, it felt as though they needed it. The feathers sprouting forth from my wings pushed the bandages from my glorious wings. I flapped them once more, sending small papers and hospital supplies off of desks, scattering many small things, like my doubts.

I turned to Luke, scrambling to raise my gown. Truly, I felt like a princess once more.

I embraced Luke, knowing that he alone gave me everything I had lost once more back. It wasn’t a hug I was going to let him get out of too easily. Besides if Gratia saw me crying again, god knows what she’d say. I didn't say anything to him. Even though I wanted to say everything it felt like any amount of words would only serve to highlight how much I really wanted to say. But even with that conclusion having been made as I silently sobbed into his jacket, feeling how tired he was from the mission he had just ran through I felt I owed him something.

"Thank you Luke. I owe you my life."

My wings were outstretched to their limits, all feeling to them restored, every glorious plume returned to me, scrubbed from Vitoria’s grasp.

I don’t need support, nor do I need more time. Now I was ready for my life to take action nonce more. It was now that I felt I could fully become myself again.

I let go of Luke and walked calmly over Gratia, putting a hand on her shoulder.

”You can rest now Gratia, I’m sorry to have used you for support as long as I did. Thank you.”

I was finally back. What outfit would I wear for my return party? So many potential choices.

So many that would complement my wings.

I finally walked over to Beryl and gave her a heartfelt hug. ”I’m finally back, thank you so much Beryl.”

With another flap of my wings and a flexing of my semblance I was once more levitating in the air as I had grown so comfortable doing over the years. I felt like it was my first day in VGNB once more. Flying through all of Beacon.

I was back. Bianca Nuit.

“The Phoenix of Beacon.” I said aloud, albeit in a cheeky voice.

I found my humour today too it seemed.
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Beryl Harken


A small gasp escaped Beryl as she watched the torn and broken wings mend themselves before their eyes. It was a miracle, semblance or not. The work of years finished in an instant by a few splashes of blood.

Just like that Bianca was healed.

The otter Faunus could not help the half shocked, half ecstatic laugh that burst from her lips as Bianca quietly sobbed into Luke's shoulder. Her shoulders shaking slightly as the shear emotion of the moment swept through her now healthy form.

There was quiet for several seconds, allowing Beryl a moment to fully process what had just happened. Hearing Luke's theory was one thing, even after seeing it work on Gratia's self induced injury. Actually seeing it as scars were swept away, bruises vanished and feathers regrew was something else entirely.

It took her until Bianca moved away to hug Gratia before Beryl recovered. When she did so though, a huge smile covered her face and the Faunus all but shot towards Luke. She grabbed him in a full body hug and squeezed as she almost babbled like a brook.

"Ohhhhh, thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!"

She only let go when she noticed Bianca leave Gratia and start walking towards her, at which point she released Luke and spun around to envelop the other Faunus with an equal amount of energy.

”I’m finally back, thank you so much Beryl.”

She pulled back at that, releasing Bianca and watching as she floated into the air. It was obvious that the restoration of her wings had healed far more than just her body. Bianca was going to be alright.

"Come on down 'Phoenix', I'm not done hugging you."
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Six fucking stars and the smell of bacon. It was the kind of combination first thing in the morning that made Solomon Speer check to see if he'd died and gone to Pepe, and over the years somehow its allure had never waned for him. It was like a great reaction image. You just felt it deep in the ol' loins. But as much as he'd love to sate some of the base needs all men grappled with first thing in the morning - if I reach the console now, I can shekel a few kids before they go to school for the day; wait fuark did I have any paperwork to do from last job?; aaaaaaaaaargh I gotta start pissing before I go to bed STAND CLEAAAAAAR - there was something he had to do.

It was six in the morning (he had to thank the boss for this based alarm clock sometime) and though he couldn't remember what day it was off-hand, he knew that it had to end with 'day.' And on a day that ended in 'day,' there was only one person who was up at six in the morning, cooking, and singing songs that would have made his grandma weak in the knees.

D-Daddy's here~

After trudging to the bathroom and postponing the local nor'easter season for another few precious weeks, Speer shambled out into the adjoined kitchenette and dining room of the flat shared by his group. As he suspected, there was already a young man staffing the kitchen, back turned to the hallway Solomon had emerged from. Solomon slipped onto one of the stools and plopped his elbows down on the counter without grace, hands cupping his strong jaw and scraping black stubble.

At least he could grow stubble. The grouchy, beautiful idiot before him probably thought something as manly as a weekend beard was a grooming touch to be scowled into submission, not admired.

Long, lean, and amber-skinned, the chef did look disarmingly groomed for the dawn hour - suspicious, considering the slept-in appearance of the black jeans that clung to his legs. Long, thick chestnut hair that should have been splayed wildly was pulled back was instead pulled down the nape of his neck, where it trailed off into blood red tips that fell along his left shoulder. His voice, smoky and deep the way that the singer on the Scroll's was smoky and deep, was so sharp it hurt Solomon's delicate slacker eyes. His squadmate sounded like he had been alert for hours, and his motions as he cooked looked as effortless as a duelist's.

The young man was nimbly switching between four different meals - one that apparently required a wide variety of mixed berries and pears, some bacon in the pan, some eggs currently being steamed underneath a closed lid, and what smelled like biscuits in the oven. Solomon's eyes drifted to the cook's left arm - first to the gauze wrapped tight around the bottom half of his upper arm, and then down to the long, ornate black glove that started at the elbow, where the gauze stopped, and ran all the way down to the fingertips.

Or, it would have.

Had the chef not been wearing an oven mitt over the palm of the glove.

"One of these mornings, you're gonna rise up singing...
You're gonna spread your wings and you'll take to the sky...
But 'til that morning, there's a'nothin' can harm ya...
With Daddy and Mommy, Mommy standing by..."


Jericho Piper.

All the members of Team HJNS were members of Atlas Academy's elite Gold Stripes courses, but it was Jericho who embodied the Atlesian ideal of excellence best - a crack shot with a pistol and rifle, a skilled hand to hand combatant, and masterful actor, all traits expected of those who graduated from the country's elite Bastion Academy combat school.

He was also demanding, aloof, and had social skills that were donkey kicked in the head somewhere around age seven. Teachers described him as underachieving - dynamic-minded with a will to learn, yet unable or unwilling to raise his hand in class and call out answers until threat of discipline. His real friends could be counted on one amputated hand. And the blind dates he had been forced into by his teammates often led to legendary outcomes. Speer loved to tell the one about how he had both helped the lovelorn niece of their Armory instructor work up the courage to go on a blind date with Jer and managed to talk his teammate into attending the date. Jericho took the agreement to heart and showed up at the restaurant disguised as the busboy, who, of course, had no idea what could possibly have rendered the poor girl's dinner date a no-show. He kept the ruse up for an hour - and promptly dropped Armory the following weekend.

That's our Jer.

Solomon sighed theatrically to get his teammate's attention. Jericho didn't flinch, though whether that was because he was too deep in culinary reverie or had already heard his teammate approach was up to the reader's interpretation.

"Maybe if more women were like you when I woke up, I would go on more dates."

"I'm sure that's all that's stopping you," came the curt reply. "What is it, Speer? I'm cooking."

"I see that. Whassa matter, Jer? I'm only wishing you good morning. It's what human beings say to each other every day when we want them to have, y'know. Good mornings."

"Sounds exhausting," Piper deadpanned. "There is a tray on the coffee table in front of the console. Summer sausage, cheese and crackers. Meanwhile I am preparing bacon, eggs, buttered biscuits, and fruit salad. This will prove to be a scrumptious and nutritious breakfast, which is the primary building block for any good morning. And I didn't wish for a thing. You're welcome."

"Aaaah, do I smell bacon? It seems our fair Jericho is once again proving his worth at the rang--AAAARGH!" The sound of two dull thuds rang out from along a hallway, followed by a muffled curse and an order: "Briiiiight! His Grace demands a royal retainer at once..."

Jericho's shoulders rose and fell once in a soft sigh, and Solomon looked from the sound of the noises to the chef quizzically.

"So what's the deal with Rich?" Speer asked, jerking a thumb over his shoulder towards the ruckus. "He didn't sound all Bobby Baratheon when we graduated from Bastion..."

"Our noble leader," Jericho said with a trace of irony, "went on a job with me this summer to Medieval Times. My sister put the idiot idea in his head that he would be a great King of Atlas one day. It looks like he took it to heart. He's been calling me serving wench and riding around that idiot recliner like a throne since we got back. So I thought I would remind Rich of his own mortality a little. I've been loosening a floorboard in his part of the loft once every couple of days. It seems like he finally noticed."
...

"M y s i d e s," Solomon Speer wheezed in an awed whisper, trying to keep in his guffaws. "Who else knows?"

"Only the people in this kitchen. So many rulers have fallen victim to paranoia that I saw no need to burden His Grace with rumors of treason in the court." Jericho turned to face his teammate for the first time. His face was as bronzed and still as a death mask, but there was a rare crinkle of amusement around one golden eye. "Now quit cackling and take an egg or two. I'll grab the biscuits."

"Morning, Jer. Sup, Speer." The final member of HJNS, Noah Bright, sat down at the counter beside Solomon and slid a piece of paper onto the counter between them. "Rich is gonna be in the bathroom getting an ice pack ready. He says this is for you, Jer. It's a royal decree, he says." The blue-haired Hunter in training rolled his eyes, almost as though he'd heard the conspiratorial mutterings about his team leader's royalty fetish.

"Wait, is that my math homewo--"

"It's blank aside from Rich's writing, so yes. Probably." The paper fluttered up into the air as Jericho snatched it up, tray of biscuits still in his left hand. The young Atlesian held the tray out of Solomon's reach as the shitposter violently tried to snatch at it, eyes reading the first line on the paper a few times without emotion. "A solo mission?"

He looked up; Solomon looked nonplussed and Bright just looked bored.

"We've never been on a solo mission," Jericho continued. "None of us." Neither teammate had a reply for him, so Jericho shrugged and dropped the paper onto the counter again.

"I'll get breakfast finished and then go see the General for further instructions, then," he said idly, setting down the tray of biscuits and watching his two teammates divide half of them between themselves in no time flat. "Make sure our instructors know that I'm headed out for a week or two. Save a copy of all worksheets for me and they'll be completed when I return."

"Sure thing, buddy," Solomon said, mouth full of food and a thumbs up raised as compliments to the chef. "We'll get right on that."

"We'll be sure to pack you a can of oil so you don't freeze up around people without us, too," Bright added lazily. "And some swim trunks."

Jericho, busy withdrawing his oven mitt from his left hand and staring at the ebony glove it was wrapped in, looked up sharply. Solomon's gaze, still marred by a biscuit hanging from the mouth, drifted to Noah, then the the paper. He pulled the degree over hastily and read.

"What do you mean, swim trunks?"

No one was in much of a hurry to answer Jericho. Bright's dry smile was unreadable. Solomon Speer was reading over the paper as though it was a message from God on high. His bright blue eyes had grown as round and wide as saucers, and giggles were squeaking from the back of his throat.

"They're sending you? Here?" the shitposter asked with glee. "You're fucked!"

"So fucked," Noah Bright said nonchalantly. "Enjoy yourself for us, Jer. Hope it doesn't kill you."

Clearly impatient, Jericho snatched the paper away from the helplessly-sniggering Speer and read it again. This time, his eyes reached all the way down to the bottom of the page.

...

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"You. Schwarz."

The voice came from a tanned Mistralian girl, wearing tattered black skinny jeans that revealed two enormous pistol tattoos on her hips and thighs and sporting an accent closer to Bianca's than Gratia's. She approached the group with brisk, purposeful strides, seemingly apathetic towards the sentimental moment she was interrupting. She seemed to recognize the majority of the people there, however; cool hazel eyes roamed over the different members of Team Vignoble, past and present, and seemingly stopped somewhere over Gratia's shoulder - as if she was tracing the outline of a person that should be there and was conspicuously absent.

A full mouth tightened in faint displeasure before Vivianne Laurent returned to her errand. She withdrew a slim white envelope from her waistband before extending it out to the Hunter, as if expecting himself to wrench free from the pile of embraces he was wrapped in to grab it from her.

"This is for you. Courtesy of Team Vivacious."
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Girls are the strangest creatures. Nowhere else would you feel so content with getting mobbed, piled upon, and squeezed to half death than their embraces.

Fortunately, I'm a man of uncanny experience in these situations, so I knew how to survive a two-pronged deathclutch surprise attack. I have two younger sisters. I would be dust in the wind if I couldn't.

Granted, sisters could only do so much for preparing you for getting hugged by cute girls your own age. They were an entirely different swamping of the senses. Noticing softness, nice smells, warmth, that weird thing they did where your stomach felt colonized by butterflies...

No, Dawn using me as a piggyback ride and April hitting a suplex on me did not compare. Only in terms of surprise and disruption of balance was there a comparison, so I only knew how to survive, you know?

I didn't mind surviving hugs like these.

No, if I'll be honest, it was actually really nice. A good reward for a job well done...

And a staunch reminder of the exhaustion I'd been fighting off. Even as Bianca had clung to me, I felt the tension that had been keeping me focused in during the process of helping her wings recover fade, fade away, everything going slack once the job was finally done and I had managed a small return by patting her on the back. Once Beryl entered the picture, I was little more than a ragdoll in her arms.

That's a strong woman, you know. Her hugs are not things you could fight against if you were ever stupid enough to want to.

"You. Schwarz."

Our festivities, which at this point consisted of me shaking myself loose and Beryl poised to pounce upon Bianca with Gratia quietly watching, were brought to a halt as an unfamiliar person approached.

Well, unfamiliar to me, anyway. She regarded everyone else with some degree of recognition, and that accent sounded like Bianca's...

She was definitely a Huntress of sorts, if those massive guns on her hips were anything to go by.

"This is for you. Courtesy of Team Vivacious."

"Vivacious..." I repeated under my breath as I accepted the envelope, running through a list of team names under my head and finding no match. Maybe she was from Haven, as everyone else here aside from myself was?

"Uh, thank you." I said after a moment's scrutiny, inclining my head with as much politeness as my tired body could muster. For her part, her cool hazel gaze hadn't seemed to care one way or another that I was getting ragdolled around before this point, and she regarded me with a similar impassivity that I was privileged enough to receive from Gratia.

"What is this?" I asked, flipping the envelope over to discover that, yes, it was perfectly normal.

After the kind of ride the rest of today had been, surprise delivery included, I wouldn't rule out anything.

I could tell I was gonna pass out tonight.
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Gratia Mindaro - Infirmary

It worked.

Her onyx eyes gazed down upon the healing cut on her palm, rapidly disappearing as if it had never existed in the first place. The wound, so freshly inflicted, was gone, the only evidence that it had ever been present being the drying blood littering the surface of her pale hand. One hundred percent certainty of success. Luke Schwarz had delivered upon his claims. His semblance had worked satisfactorily on her.

Would it work on Nuit?

The sound of fluttering feathers answered her question. Gratia Mindaro stared at the rejuvenated form of her teammate, taking in every detail of the image before her. Powerful wings spreading outwards, each hesitant flap a sign of their renewed strength. The plumage, no longer tattered with wounds, was now as white as fresh snow, exuding an angelic grace that could take one's breath away. Bianca's radiant smile, filling the room with the very light of the sun itself.

It was beautiful.

A delicate hand placed itself upon her shoulder. The Mistralese girl glanced down at it.

"You can rest now Gratia, I’m sorry to have used you for support as long as I did. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

The flat tone of her voice was unchanged, but there was something lighter to the short phrase. Yet what that something was, nobody could tell, for she had fallen silent once more, impassively gazing upon the sight of her friend assaulting Schwarz with a hug. A hug that was soon joined by Harken. As if the young man was their personal ragdoll. They were clearly grateful, enough to ignore the fact that they were in a public infirmary, being watched by likely everyone else.

Such as the tan Mistralian who was approaching. Gratia watched the girl's face, her gaze meeting those hazel eyes for the barest of a second. There was a familiarity to the other woman. Someone from Haven, then. Vivacious was in all likelihood one of the other teams.

Yet their business was not one that concerned her.

"Take care with your shit, Schwarz," she said, turning away from the group. "Feel free to eat the crappy pizza the catboy ordered."

With one last glance in Bianca's direction, the Mistralese girl began to walk away.
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I watched a tanned woman with an accent straight out of Mistral’s pearly gates walk up to Luke handing him what looked to be some kind of paper.

I won’t lie, especially since getting this new start. I was a little jealous. But all in all how mad could one really be? Luke got what I can only assume to be a great reward for an excellent job well done. I was too happy to give a damn at the moment and honestly, it felt great.

Another powerful flap of my wings and I was once again levitating, the muscle memory coming back to me of flapping every once in a while and using my semblance to repel me from the ground. It took some doing but all in all I was pretty sure of myself. I couldn’t wait to show everyone my new wings, they may have even trumped my old ones.

As it turns out Luke wasn’t only a magical healing machine, his blood did what nearly ten talented handmaiden’s could do for my feathers. God did that ever pay off. I made a mental note to take a picture on my scroll of my wings for later. I wanted to remember this moment for the rest of my life.

I couldn’t help myself after all though. I found my eyes wandering over to Luke’s hand. A fancy white envelope.

I looked around the room. Four people. If I had to, I could make a run for the envelope and escape.

huh.

I never realized how terrible of a person I was, or at least how I sounded. See, it's just that I'm a very curious girl.

I suppose that’s just one of life’s funny coincidences really. Just a way to poke you on the forehead and say ‘hey, look at that fancy envelope. You know, I think I know some girl who just got her wings back, and I know just how into fancy envelopes she is. That sure is funny, huh?’

Yes life. It is funny. But I wasn’t nearly uneducated enough to straight up ask about the enevelope. God no. I had more tact than that.

“Wow, fancy envelope. What's inside?”



I got lost in the moment of my wings that’s all!
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Vivianne's glance shifted from Luke to the feathered show-off, then back again; it was clear she was accustomed to multiple people jumping upon him for answers, but she also didn't seem to be a very big fan of the exuberance on display.

"Cruise tickets," she stated matter-of-factly. "My team received them as a reward for clearing the coast of Grimm today. The ACS Sleipnir leaves tomorrow at 8:00 AM for Southern Mistral. As the majority of my girls own private yachts to begin with, the four of us are capable of going out on the water whenever we wish, and we have no need of adding even more annoying passengers to the mix. However, there were those among us who found the idea of scalping a mission reward like drunken sports fans...distasteful. So Pressman volunteered you to receive the tickets, free of charge. Be sure to thank her. Or avoid her. Either is an understandable reaction."

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A million questions ran through my mind.

Why did this 'Pressman' person elect me of all people to receive tickets as an anonymous gesture of goodwill?

How did she even know who I was?

What was I gonna pack for the trip?

None of them came to the fore, as I opened it up and found that there were indeed a quartet of tickets within the envelope.

"Uh, thank you, then."

I mean, at the crack of dawn tomorrow or not, I wasn't turning down a luxury cruise. Hell, I would even say I deserved a getaway like this after that mission I'd just endured. After today, where everything came in at the eleventh hour and fifty-eighth minute.

Still, though, that did leave three other open tickets...

"Did she have any ideas as to who should get these besides me?"

My team?

My family?

Whomever was lucky enough to be in the same room as me at the time?

If the ship left at eight in the morning tomorrow, I didn't have much time to delegate that out on my own...
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I silently peered over Luke’s shoulder, lightly levitating in order to get the best possible vantage point.

“Oh wow.” I blurted out uncontrollably.

Control yourself Bianca. You need to be tact.

“Those are for tomorrow huh? That’s gonna be, well it’s gonna be tough to find people who were aready booked and then had to abandon all of their plans due to some life-changing event this short notice. And her two friends. That’s a tough group of people to pin down.”



Don’t judge me.

Out of the corner of my eyes I catch Gratia on her walk away.

Oh no you don’t.

“Gratia!” I say as I manage to catch up to her strolling pace rather easily. “Hey, so, there might be tickets to a cruise on the table, and they’re free. Would you maybe wanna go with me? And Luke, and Beryl?”

I want to tell you that I didn’t put my puppy dog eyes on. Because, come on, puppy dog eyes don’t just work on Gratia. But, well….

As I stared up at her, my eyes growing wider by the second I caught that same glimpse of Gratia that I was looking for in the first place. Now to reel her in.

“Come on Gratia, what do we say to free things?”
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Krysthane turned at yet another arrival. Oh, it was Abel. He looked nice with his freshly combed hair. Meanwhile her mane of hair felt rather, rumpled. "Uh, not really. Or if you are everybody else seems to be doing it as well so that's alright." she said with a hint of humor through a half-veiled sigh. She was about to continue when Sepia addressed her crowding attendants and Krysthane stepped forward in surprise. She'd been shot?! Well freaking wonder she wasn't okay. When had that happened? It must've been after they'd split up. What kind of team leader didn't know when a teammates had gotten shot!? Shiro seemed just as concerned as she was, no, even more so. Krysthane was still trying to figure out what to say when Sepia gave her a glance and some surprisingly comforting words. The maid appeared to be extremely concerned for Sepia, understandably so, and something of a nurse as well. And her name was Yue. "Okay." Krsythane said decisively, putting her hands out as if to pause everyone.

"Sepia you need to either let Yue fix you up some or go to Beacon and get patched up." She then turned to Skyra "Pizza and fun yes. Drinking we can talk about later." Moving right along she addressed Abel and Shiro next, "As for you two, our mission was kind of a downer for a few reasons and we plan on eating pizza and having fun. You are welcome to come along." Krysthane looked satisfied for a moment, then quickly turned into the face of someone who knew they'd forgotten something "Ah and Yue! If you wanna come too you can. If Sepia decides she wants to keep going we'll need someone around to make sure she doesn't die or anything." Krysthane gave a confident grin at that, that should be everything. It'd be nice to go out and have some fun, especially with some other students.
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Given the economic background she stemmed from, Gratia Mindaro had never partaken in a cruise trip. They were typically the domain of the middle class hordes that sought to waste their disposable incomes in some manner, or the wealthy social elites seeking to fraternise with their peers for greater influence and power. As she was a member of neither aggregation of simpering fools, the concept was of utterly no interest to her.

She simply could not care less for the ambitions of her inferiors.

The Mistralese girl's onyx eyes met Bianca's, her gaze impassive even in the face of her compatriot's begging expression. It was no surprise that the owl Faunus would so eagerly leap at the opportunity to participate in the cruise. After her ordeal in captivity, such an event would represent a form of entertainment, and a method of adjusting to a life of normalcy once more. A luxury trip on the ocean lined up well with the aristocrat's interests.

A silence fell over them. Gratia refused to look away from the other girl, the flat intensity of her dark orbs staring down Bianca with little reaction. The tickets were free gifts, but there was little else that truly appealed to her. However, the fact was that the Faunus was excited for the trip; whether or not her compatriot could avoid another troublesome situation was unknown.

"Fine, somebody needs to keep an eye on you until you get your shit together," said the teenaged Huntress, tone still as flat and unchanging as one would expect. "All the better that it's free, because I refuse to waste any money on serving as a goddamned babysitter."

It would be a disgusting failure if their mission objective had been lost due to a lack of supervision.
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Cian sighed as she layed on her bed staring at the ceiling above her. The mission while classified as a "Great success" it was far from that in her eyes she saw just how limited she was. Byakko was a multi variable purpose gun having three unique forms to match situations a sniper, machine gun, and a rifle. Each form had its use and the addition of dust just added to her variety.

"Where where do I need to improve?" Cian said aloud as she held her hand blocking out the light. Everything seemed so simple her weapon was a work of art in her not so humble opinion. "How do you expand upon something that seems to work just fine" She once again muttered out loud. "The fault is never with the weapon but the user." She muttered once more those words was often said to her by her brother when she was young.

These thoughts swirled inside her head becoming a jumbled mess pretty quickly it was all so confusing for her though she was glad to be on safe ground she was still confused there was just so much that was occurring she didn't know where to even begin.
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Frozen in his premeditated position, Abel gave a ready ear to the injured faunus girl as she spoke up. Very quickly, she made it apparent that not only was she afflicted by a serious wound, but it was also nothing short of a bullet still inside her. The guardian's muscles on the back of his neck twinged in sympathetic concern, and he bore a face to match. All the same, he remained still and silent. Considering his lack of relevance to the matter at hand, which by now prickled him constantly, he opted to wait until called on. He turned his head as Krysanthe began to speak, giving a little nod of his head in gratitude. Nearby, a slender girl in a maid uniform that Abel did not at all recognize seemed to be provided assistance. He found himself puzzled by her pointed ears, wondering if they were simply oddly shaped or the mark of a faunus, but either way he was grateful for her aid.

Another girl who soonafter called attention to herself, however, drew far less of Abel's appreciation. Out of nowhere, a cat faunus whom Abel had previously seen with KESS, and was thusly almost certainly a member of that team, appeared and demanded to get drunk. A stern look took over the guardian's features. Did Skyra really not have any help to give her grievously hurt teammate, and did she really think that her selfish attempt to redirect her team came at a good time? As much as this rankled Abel, he did not speak up. Her teammates knew her better than he; it would be up to them to rebuke her for this insulting lack of consideration.

Breaking away from these thoughts, Abel rejoined the main conversation midway through a response by the maid. Immediately he refocused himself on listening once again. He'd never demonstrated any affinity for first-aid or medicine in general, but if some pertinent information could lodge itself in his thick head, he thought, it might turn out to be useful. The maid's manner seemed befitting of Beacon staff: professional and bearing the weight of authority without seeming overdone. It surprised him, then, when she introduced herself as not just a new arrival to the school but a huntress in training to boot. With her introduction completed, he felt it inappropriate to be the first one to respond considering his position as a relative outsider to KESS's newfound crisis, and so waited for others to respond first. In the silence that followed, he suddenly became aware of Shiro's ongoing discourse. Actually...how long has he been talking and gesticulating like that? He lent an ear to his friend's shpeal, realizing that he was talking about Sepia and the general situation surrounding her, but he found it difficult to follow his rapid, animated delivery. Instead, he set to wondering. Have I gotten used to his babbling after only two weeks? I can't just let myself tune him out like this. It's unfair. Unfortunately, with Shiro caught in his reverie, Abel decided that he'd have to do just that as he shifted into the role of representing team SASG.

“That would be great. Thank you!” he replied to Krysanthe's invitation. He'd held out hope that he might get to hang out with her again, and with opportunity realized, he couldn't help but feel light-hearted. Of course, he didn't want to seem too eager. The health and safety of the girl named Sepia came first. Krysanthe's mind seemed to switch gears as well, and she turned with an expression of remembrance to Yue, inviting her along as well. Just like that, everything seemed to fall into place. The exuberant look on the blonde girl's face captured Abel's attention, preventing him from looking away until he realized he was perilously close to staring. Fixating on the sunlit sky, just beginning to turn as though the heavens had been splashed with a free-spirited painter's rosy hues, he hummed a verse from one of Pallisade's live-performed songs. An airship breezed into view, slowing down until it hovered just above the docks, then landed with mechanical efficiency. The students' ride into Vale had arrived.
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"I hope I'm not late to the party." Gren arrived just as the airship dropped. From a cursory glance, he could see that Sepia had suffered some sort of bullet wound, and was being attended by the maid. The first aid would be good, but from the concern on her face he guessed that she wanted Sepia to go with her to the infirmary. Perhaps if it was a critical wound, but fortunately that's what the hunters had Aura for. "Hmm. Sepia's been shot. If you can make sure the wound doesn't get infected, and if she takes it easy for the rest of the afternoon, her aura ought to kick in and handle the rest. If it's only one bullet than it can take care of fighting infection and healing the damage done. If you really want to get the bullet out, you could always go to the infirmary later. To that end, a night out in town is exactly what she needs. Just something to take her mind off all this... Stuff that's been happening."

Not that he was trying to dismiss the seriousness of the wound. Rather, he was trying to make sure Shiro and the maid weren't freaking out over one injury. As nonchalant as it may seem, one bullet really wasn't anything to worry about. Sepia just needs to relax and let her aura take care of it, and the best way to do that was to enjoy a night out with the team. If she stayed back at the infirmary and did nothing but dwell on it, she won't get better until tomorrow and miss out on all the fun. Gren had also caught the tail end of Skyra's request to get drunk, which Gren was fine with. Sure he might be a bit underage but considering that he's a cyborg and his bionic liver can process torpedo fluid, a few drinks weren't going to do him any harm. Someone had to be Skyra's drinking buddy after all.

"C'mon, today is a night for us to enjoy our youth. Let's not worry about rules or our future. We came back from some tough missions, and I'm sure we all want to get some unadulterated R&R. Now with that said, let's go!"




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The webbing gave way to the molten liquid that cascaded down into the darkness. Thousands of infantile broodlings died, and the more matures either shared their fate or barely escaped. But not the queen. The queen, despite her size, was too quick and too cunning to be caught by such an obvious attack. When the webbing gave away, there was nothing underneath it but an empty void. Team Canvas would see Taidan's flames go further into the abyss until it was swallowed up by the darkness, and with it, many of the broodlings. But what of the Ariadne they were hunting? They would have to go back into the bowels to investigate. Even for faunas with night vision or humans with an inexplicably good memory and eyes, the Ariadne was nowhere to be seen. More immediately, there were also large broodlings still climbing towards Taidan, a few who were already on the surface ready to catch him. When he flew out of the abyss, they fired webbing above him, careful to avoid his lava stream.
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"I don't think it was toxic, and I haven't been anywhere particularly unsanitary..." Sepia closed her eyes in thought, trying to retrace her steps from when her team had been ambushed. Just the car, then that open area, and finally the airship. "Though, now that you mention it, I am a little dizzy." She quickly added, "Just a bit, nothing to worry about, I'm sure. It's probably just all the excitement." Mentally, however, Sepia was starting to consider that she'd been underestimating her situation. This girl, who obviously knew quite a bit about medicine, seemed insistent that her wound be taken care of as soon as possible. "Shiro, too." she thought, watching him out of the corner of her eye. "I didn't mean to work him up. I hope he's not upset with me about this."

As the maid introduced herself, Sepia returned her attention to the girl. "You're a huntress? Funny we ran into you like this. I'm sure this doesn't give the best impression of the wear and tear one gets on missions. Sorry about that." She returned Yue's bowing gesture. As someone from a household that employed maids, Sepia had noticed a subservient tendency among them. However, it was important to her that Yue see the equality between hunters of the same level at Beacon if she hadn't already. "My name is Sepia russet, nice to meet you. Do you prefer to be addressed by your given name or surname?" Hearing Krys's input, she continued. "What's your opinion? Get to the infirmary, or "keep on keeping on", as they say?" She hadn't really had the chance to get to know her teammates very well yet, but she didn't exactly want to drop dead either. Speaking of, she glanced over to Gren and gave him a sheepish smile. "About that...does anyone know about how long it takes for aura to come back? Especially if it's uh, being used a little bit all the time?"
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