Nodding his head, Gren and Emerald would leave the gym and head to the firing range. It was fairly empty aside from some students giving their family a tour of Beacon, but the range itself was open. ”Alright, let’s give these babies a go! I’ll set up the targets while you get comfortable with your new weapons.” Gren left Emerald alone while he went to set up the firing range. If he remembered correctly, Emerald said that her specialty was crowd control. Thus he set up the range to have multiple fast but fragile moving targets, some clustered in groups and others moving on their own. However to test her rockets he also put in a few “tough” targets of various speeds. The slower ones were tougher, but even the fast ones should be able to take a beating from her shotguns.

Once he had everything set up Gren looked over to Emerald and called out to her. ”The targets are ready Emerald! Just give me the go! We’ll start off easy at first, and once we finish this course I’ll amp up the difficulty.” Gren debated sparring Emerald as a real final test, but decided against it. Not only would he have to gear up and get his weapons, his folks might show up at any time and he’d like to be able to go and see them. And he wouldn’t want his folks walking in on him hitting a girl. That’d just bring up all sorts of awkward questions.

@Abillioncats

Instinctively Trad raised his arms to deflect the incoming punch, but when he didn’t feel contact he lowered his defense to see Soot had managed to restrain Datura and was now soothing her. ”Yeah, though I probably would have deserved it after being so careless.” He said following the man’s remarks. It was bad enough he nearly plowed through someone, but sending them into a panic attack just made him feel worse about the situation.

When Sepia spoke about bad first impressions Trad couldn’t help but agree. ”No, can’t say that was. I’m Trad Oak, this is my father Blad and my mother Fern.” His parents were still in a sort of shock of what had transpired but they managed to wave as they were introduced. ”Again I’m really sorry if I’ve triggered anything with your sister.”

”Is she going to be alright?” Blad asked genuinely concerned about Datura’s state of being.

While Blad checked Sepia and her parents, Sand appeared from the crowd and commented on the ordeal. Trad dropped his head and covered his face with his palm, ”Oh great, did anyone else I know see that?”

Slowly bringing his head back up he listened to her description of a figure she was looking for who miraculously was in earshot to hear his own description. ”Found him.” Trad joked as Allen greeted his daughter. The two had a slightly entertaining spat before Sand formally introduced her and her father.

To his dismay, it was Trad’s mother who stepped forward this time. ”Hello. I’m Fern Oak, and this is my husband, Blad. It’s a pleasure to meet the huntresses that’ll be out there keeping my boy safe.” It was a pleasant enough introduction, maybe it wouldn’t be- "And you don’t have to worry, Allen. My son is a fine man. Wouldn’t even dream of imposing himself like that.”

”Umm. Thanks, mom.”

“In fact,”

“Mom…”

”I don’t think he’s even-”

“OKAY I think it’s time we head to the athletic center and get some breakfast. Sound good?” Trad abruptly asked the families not wanting to find out what the end of the sentence was going to be.

@SevenStormStyle@Lazo

Galla seemed to be patient for whoever she waited for.

Cian and her Tristan got along in their own ways, evidently.

Dawn clearly let excitement control her very veins, which did more to make the mood cheerier than it Sangue could ever make.

April, whose words warm like her own name, complimented something.

Her arm.

Now that she thought about it, she never thought too much on what her arm looked like. All that mattered was whether it functioned, and whether she could still utilize her old Claw or not. Swinging the chains had become a staple of her methodically divided tools to combat hostile targets, both in sparring and battles. The fact that she had a completely new artificial limb that functioned overshadowed the small details put into the design of the arm itself.

Turning to her prosthetic, she took in the details of the structure. A lot of effort was evidently put into making it sleek so that it would not get in her own way.

Another good thing to bring up in the case that she met Gren or Shiro later. She had so little to talk about even though they did so much, so anything that could be stuffed into the thanks she could give them was a nice addition to her lack of words.

It did feel nice to not ward people away from her old prosthetic's intimidating look. She never thought of it to look dangerous, but most reactions to it made herself feel like someone who could easily scare others.

Looking up at April, her idle expression remained. Her small nod- which was more of a short bow- indicated not disinterest, but a thankful gesture.

"Thank y...ou..."

@Suku@Crimmy@HereComesTheSnow

Stepping forward, I addressed him directly for the first time.

"Hand off the wound, please."

Jericho looked back up at the boy with an idleness that toed a line with curiosity. His posture had seemingly relaxed somewhat at his approach, but his golden eyes were still cold and wary; they were not eyes that could change easily, always intense, pained and suspicious of everyone they saw.

He spoke casually, though - and seemingly nonsensically.

"Have you been in contact with a Southern Mistralian girl..." he asked slowly, almost lethargically given his posture and ferocity of his question before, "...about 5'11, blonde, sharp teeth, shoulder tattoo, wearing a ponytail and a jade pendant that matches her eyes? She may be going under a false--"

"Is she your girlfriend?"

Jericho broke off to stare at the Faunus girl coolly.

"Shut up." He looked back to Luke's hand, already looking like it was threatening to heal. "...Forget it. What are you doing to me."

He relaxed bodily, but his eyes were still looking at me as if I was currently trying to sell him beachfront property in my hometown off in the mountains.

Well, that can't exactly be helped, in fairness.

Cutting yourself open after saying you were going to close a wound isn't exactly normal procedure.

"I... what? No."

His interrogations gave me pause, though. Who in the world could that be? I don't think I even knew any southern Mistralian girls...

Yeah, no. Bianca and Gratia were central, and Beryl...

Western?

I wanted to say western.

Anyways.

"I'm trying to stop you from leaking all over my friend's room." I answered wryly. "Please, before I've gotta cut myself again."

It hurts, you know. The day my nerves are deadened is the day I start really worrying about the people around me for needing me to heal them so much...

@Plank Sinatra@Write@Silvan Haven@HereComesTheSnow


"His blood has healing properties. Take it."

Gratia's flat, impassive tone brooked no argument. She wanted a proper handle on the situation before it became excessively irksome, and the wounded young man before them could and would give her the information she needed to know what the fuck was going on. One such piece of information was why exactly he was he pursuing a blonde Mistralese woman and how it related to him throwing a corpse into the ocean. The question on the whereabouts the southern girl was not one she could answer; none in the filthy masses had stood out to her as possessing such a notable appearance.

It was likely that the young man was pursuing the woman of that description in some fashion. It explained the mention of a pseudonym. However, it had, irritatingly enough, still failed to answer her questions.

"I will repeat myself: who the hell are you?"

Beryl Harken

Growing up right above the slums of Mistral normally made one a fairly light sleeper. Especially when one was the protector of a building full of vulnerable children.

Tonight however, Beryl had been exhausted. Both physically and emotionally after she had unintentionally opened up to Luke. Knowing that she had been in a safe place the young Faunus had been deep in REM sleep within minutes of her head hitting the pillow.

Even so, the crashes, raised voices and general collection of noises that were just not normal dragged her mind kicking and screaming from the comfortable darkness of sleep. With a groan she rolled out from under the covers and onto the floor next to her bed.

She took a moment to both wake up properly and take stock of the situation before rising and grabbing Stream from its place on the table next to her bed. With almost silent bare feet Beryl made her way out of her room and over to the room with the thoroughly destroyed door. There was no sound of clashing weapons and the voices did not sound like those locked in a life or death battle.

Reaching the now permanently open doorway she peered inside, taking stock of the situation before deciding whether or not to enter the fairly crowded room.

@Crimmy@NarayanK@HereComesTheSnow


"Definately sisters" Cian muttered as she looked at Galla and couldnt help but notice a similarity between her and Gratia mainly it seemed to be in speech patterns but she could easily see how they were related. "So whats your story?" Cian asked looking at the shorter of the twins that was looking at her and the others. Still she sighed as she felt a sight dragging of the comb on her scalp due to her brothers work on her hair. To be honest the twins reminded her of someone but she wasn't sure who it was exactly in terms of something they reminded her of someone but who was the question.

Tristan Mauve
Tristan sighed as he put the finishing touches to Cian's hair leaving it looking like a professionally done stylist did it. It was something he was good at he supposed he thought to himself as he looked at his handiwork. "So whats your name again didn't catch it earlier" He said somewhat roughly as he stared at the other two girls that was with him and Cian. Though while he was doing that he started digging into his pockets looking for something before pulling out multiple lollipops and popped a odd bitter green colored one into his mouth.

As soon as Skyra woke up to start the day, she immediately regretted it when she remembered what kind of day it was supposed to be today. “Oh greeeat… This is going to be a wonderful day…”, she exclaimed sarcastically, still with a slightly sleepy voice. She had been a bit lazy in putting on her pyjamas last night and such she had opted for a simple sports bra, with almost no support, since there was not much that could be supported, and boyshorts combo.

Skyra pulled the covers off her body, but did not get up. Instead she simply breathed in and out steadily. She had, basically, all the time in the world, as she didn’t plan on showing her face too much around all the parents in the school. Too many bad memories to handle right now.

Soon a smell would hit Skyra’s nose, a delicious smell: breakfast. Yue had awoken just a few minutes before Skyra and already she was dressed in her maid uniform and making breakfast. Unlike before, this breakfast was simpler: just toast and eggs. There was still some jam to spread if anyone wanted it, and Yue still had some freshly squeezed orange juice too. Over the crackling sound of the hotplate frying the eggs Yue heard Skyra shift in her sleep. ”Good morning Skyra. Do you want to get breakfast, or would you be having breakfast in bed?”

Skyra turned to her side to look at Yue. “Breakfast? In bed? What luxury…” She rolled her eyes. “I’m not that lazy…” She got up and moved her legs out of the bed. With her left hand, she went through her hair and, as some kind of morning ritual, she gently rubbed her ears. For some reason, she enjoyed the feeling of somebody, even if it was herself, rubbing them.

Yue placed a plate with toast and eggs on the table for Skyra as she went to clean up the dishes. She had one more saved for Krysanthe when she wakes up. At the risk of inciting Skyra’s anger (Yue had mentally prepared herself all night in case of another outburst), Yue decided to ask the big question. ”Do you have any plans for today, Skyra?”

“Today?”, she looked up. “Nah. I’m probably just gonna hang out in this room for a while… maybe go to the gym. Probably go to the gym… definitely go to the gym.” Skyra stretched her arms and bend her whole body to the left before bending it to the right. Then she picked up one of the eggs, poured some salt on it and bit it in half.

Yue nodded her head as she put the dishes away in the shelf. ”Aren’t you going to take part of today’s events? I think I saw Sepia meet with her family earlier today.” This was the part that Yue knew may make or break this relationship. It was obvious from Skyra’s scars that her family, assuming she had one, was rough. If she’s like many faunas Yue knew Skyra either grew up an orphan or had only one parent who slaved away to make ends meet for the both of them. Becoming a hunter was simply a choice between fighting for her life or dying.

”Though I hear there’s a foot race taking place at the gym. I hear there’s an amazing prize for whoever gets first place.” Yue herself didn’t intend to take part of the race, but she secretly wanted in on the wrestling tournament. It was a guilty pleasure she had developed on her way to Vale; her parents never let her watch television before and one of the first shows she watched was a wrestling match. She was aware that the entire fight was staged, but like a martial arts movie that didn’t make the performances any less skilled. You can’t fake falling ten feet on your head.

Skyra shrugged. “I really don’t care about all that stuff. Just fluff to make those, whose parents didn’t come or even aren’t alive anymore, better.” She shook her head and scratched her bared stomach. A large scar drew from her hip straight to her navel and back down to her hip again, just a bit higher than on the other side. In all honesty, all the scars she bore actually fit her very well and luckily, none disfigured her at all.
“I just want to get this day over with and return to, more or less, normalcy. Lessons and stuff.”
She had finished her breakfast and stretched her arms out again while leaning backwards in the bliss of a good breakfast.
“I am still going to visit the gym. I’m not gonna let some stupid event ruin my workout session.” Skyra smirked impishly.

As Yue finished her dishes she thought carefully about how to proceed. Skyra was making it pretty obvious that she had no interest in family activities. Yue couldn’t blame her; it’d be very uncomfortable to see parents and siblings cheering on other students when you’re a lone child or worse, an orphan. Still… It would be nice if Yue didn’t have to go alone either. ”I… I see. Well, I… Hope you have a good day.”

Yue’s face grew bright red at how lame her response was. She was suppose to be a dignified maid and she was at a loss for words. Clearly she still had a lot of training to do. As she tried to regain her composure Yue finished cleaning up the kitchen and went to her dresser. It didn’t have anything but a bunch of maid outfits, but with some time she was certain she could make a costume to wrestle in. Once she picked out the choice outfits Yue went to leave the dorm. ”I’ll be out for a bit. If you want anything don’t be afraid to call me. Oh, and wake up Krysthane too, I wouldn’t want her breakfast to get cold.”

“Riiight, yes, mom.” , Skyra snarked back, but she did comply. She certainly did not want their possible new member to feel alienated and all that. But before she woke up her team leader, she quickly showered and put on her gym clothes. When Krys was still not awake, Skyra groaned a little and walked over to her bed and blew air in her face. “Wakey wakey, leader-san!” Even if what she said was cheerful, she did not pronounce it in a cheerful way, but rather quite deadpan.
“Get some breakfast before it’s cold. I gotta go have my morning workout. If you don’t wake up, I have to kiss you…” , she threatened, not that it was something terrible for her personally, but probably for Krys. Probably. Skyra wasn’t exactly sure if Krys did like girls like she did. Whatever, it’s gotta work, right?

@Eklispe

The loss of Ben Lloyd, for even one night, had proved to be a source of major upheaval in the once-pacified Bastille dorms, famous for their unity in the face of wearing uncomfortable bras to bed and torturing their male figurehead. With their long-suffering leader figure taken out of the mix, the dorms had become a breeding ground for Lauren's antics. A playful pillow to the back of Amy's head in a fit of boredom had led to returned fire, creating a back-and-forth that had quickly grown unsustainable when it was realized that somehow this had led to Sangue hoarding all the pillows. Forced to grovel for supplies from the snake, the innocent fight turned the tight-knit tag team of Lauren and Amy into bitter pillow-boxing rivals. This led to a melee fight this time that ended when - yet again - Sangue Naga had proved the truth of her 'snake' moniker and, having gleaned the basics of a pillow fight from her more wizened female teammates, clubbed them both with a pillow in each hand.

With no Cap to be seen, the girls were left with nothing to do but allow each other's natural energies to trickle down to each other - as long as Lauren was awake, Amy stayed excited, and as long as both Lauren and Amy stayed awake, it was inevitable that Sangue would be dragged into the conversation. It was passing the two o'clock hour when all three girls had finally fallen asleep. It had taken burning through a fifth of Lauren's infamously-guarded candy bar rations, a few smuggled beers, and a series of eternal vows of feminist sisterhood, even in the face of boys (for Sangue), men (for Amy), and whites (for Lauren) but eventually, they had slept.

And so it was that Lauren Negasi groaned to life, free of the wretched cotton maiden on her chest for what could be the first and only time at Beacon yet still suffering from an excruciating need to sink back into the warm bed for another hour or so. Unfortunately, it looked like Cap hadn't come back, meaning his day had probably already begun...and Sangue's bed was empty, too.

Fuck, I'd kill for some of that girl's motivation at 8 am...

WUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULP!

Time to start her day anyway. Lauren bounced (literally) her way out of bed and stretched, somewhat less provocatively than normal without a captive audience to gawk and stutter.

"Hey, Am, gotta wake up, princess."

Desire didn't budge. You'd think a prostitute would be a little quicker to get out of bed, in case a wife came home or something. Lauren shrugged and looked towards her drawer for a second with a forlorn sigh. This morning was so boring, like her energy had been cleaved in half...what to do...what to...

Her gaze drifted to Ben's dresser.

Like a Mogwai that had been fed after midnight, she began to snicker evilly. A few seconds later, with a handful of clothes in her hands, she was rushing to the team's bathroom.

"Wake up, Desire!" she called over her shoulder as she slammed the door behind her. When she hopped out of the shower a few minutes later, there was no movement from the Faunus. Clearly trying to stir Amy like a civilized girl wasn't going to work.

Then again, Lauren had no reason to talk. She had squeezed herself into a pair of Ben's faded black skinny jeans and a long-sleeved burgundy henley, all the buttons popped open irreverently. Dressed in her best friend's decidedly un-Lauren-sized clothes, the toned boxer plopped down on her bed again and decided to see how far she could go with this Amy thing.

...

"Handjob."

Were her eyes fluttering? Maybe Desire was having a dream.

"Fellatiooooooo."

No, actually, she was just snoring.

"Eeeee-rection!"

Lauren huffed.

"Morning wood! Handcuffs! Candle wax!"

What the fuck kind of hooker was this, anyway?

"Symmetrical docking?"

Later, Amy would regret waking up at that moment. Unfortunately, regret didn't let her alter the flow of events, or prevent all of the teasing that would happen as a result of awakening when she did.

"Good mmmmmphorning, Lauren," the stripper said, burying her face in her pillow, feathers spiking up as she did. She stretched, almost languidly, her right leg shaking a little before her body collapsed into relaxation again. "Those wake up calls lose their effectiveness on weekdays."

The only way to make a Monday worse? Wake up next to a prostitute with a night of regrets and breath you wouldn't use Listerine on for fear of starting some kind of chemical reaction in your mouth. Most of her classier dates were on weekends as well. Hearing this at the week's beginning wasn't exactly usual fare.

Oh, ####. Today was Family Day.

She gripped the pillow tighter, trying to go back to the night before and the small inkling of hope that had come with it. No, not that Wisteria would come. She wouldn’t. It was as simple as that, and to be honest, Amy was somewhat glad she wouldn’t. But after the terrifying slog that had been the team’s previous mission, a return to at least somewhat normal life was welcome. Next weekend, maybe, it wouldn’t be so bad--and at some point between now and then, she could…

Still, it was a Monday. And greater plans than those of mere mortals had been destroyed in the face of the work-week demon.

"Do I have to get up now?

"Well, I mean, we could stay here."

Lauren's face contorted in thought, and she leaped into the air, rolling slightly and sinking into the soft bed immediately after her landing. She was draped across the foot of the bed, forming a T-shape with Amy, and her eyes traced the moving fan in the dorm with a kitten-like interest.

"But on the off chance my parents are coming, they're gonna wonder why I wasn't out here to greet them. They're gonna sniff me out any way they can until they find me here, hanging out with your thot ass, in a room with a bunch of stolen concessions and tens of thousands of dollars worth of stashed lien, most of it gotten from fleecing shit I stole from rich people...oh, yeah, and I'm dressed up like a white boy - a white boy who, on top of being my best friend, is gonna talk to my parents before me, and probably tell them that he's my leader on top of telling 'em that I, like, sexually harass him or something? He's gonna lie his ass off to them and it's gonna all roll back on me."

Lauren exhaled lazily and turned to the lazy hawk Faunus with a teasing smile.

"So I'm going out there, doll - and where I go, you follow! Besides--" - the dark-skinned Huntress' teasing, cheerful grinn had turned wicked - "--this affords some Grade A-fucking-1 opportunities to torture Ben. If we played our cards riiiiiight."

"Oh, okay then..." Sepia responded to the newly-arrived huntress, though she thought that there really was no comparison between having your mother almost assault someone and the rather adorable display she'd just witnessed between the girl and her...father? She was no one to be making that kind of assumption. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Sand! You're from Atlas? I've never been there before." she tilted her head in thought, ears perked higher than usual. "Come to think of it, until attending Beacon, I'd never left Vacuo. Or so I've been told."

At Trad and his parents' concern for Datura, the canine brunette's train of thought quickly jumped to her "mother". Appraising her condition quickly, Sepia determined that she was still a little ruffled, but returning to normal rapidly. Out of curiosity, she checked Soot too. Gentle and guarded as always. No surprise there. With that information in her possession, she spoke to Blad with a relaxed smile. "She's fine. My mom's been this jumpy as long as I've known her."

"-And hormonal now, too." Soot added, chuckling softly as Datura wiggled out of his grasp and punched him the shoulder.

"I thought we agreed to tell her together." The young woman whined. Her previously shaken demeanor was starting to slip away in favor of one jokingly irritated. "You're such an a-"

Whatever name Datura was about to call her partner, was cut off by a sharp gasp of happiness and excitement from their daughter. ""Ohmygosh! You mean I'm going to be a big sister?" Her silky flag of a tail flicked back and forth rapidly. A warm, shared glance between Datura and Soot was all the confirmation she needed. As caught up as she was in this new development, it wasn't surprising that she almost missed the last thing Trad said. "The Athletic Center? Oh, yeah, I was jist about to be making my way over there." Still slightly flushed, she hastily added, "I should probably have already said this before all of, well, that..." the teenage faunus sucked in a deep breath and let it go slowly. "but anyway, I'm Sepia Russet, part of team KYSS, and daughter of Soot and Datura (these two) in every way except biological." She added that last part because Datura's age (and to a lesser extent, Soot's) and the fact that both of her parents were human usually caused some confusion.

@Awesomoman64 @Lazo

Krysanthe rolled a little in bed at the wafting smell of food and conversation, brought up from the deep dredges of sleep after a day well spent to just below the surface of wakefulness. Then her face retreated from a burst of air rudely smacking into it followed by a vaguely threatening threat. Krysanthe let out a mock groan and sat up, throwing off her covers lazily, wearing basically a pair of workout shorts and a work-out bra. "Don't threaten me with a good time." She said coyly, winking at Skyra, still looking somewhat sleepy, her long yellow hair laying rather messily around her.

She perked right up at the sight of breakfast and rushed over, eagerly grabbing a plate and chowing down. Midway through she let out a noise of alarm. "Oh its parent day and stuff!" She nabbed her scroll and glanced at it, "Cool I got some time before they show up." she said to herself and proceeded to consume scarfing down the rest of her meal, finishing it off with a heart swig of orange juice. She let out an ahh of satisfaction and leaned back. "What a nice breakfast, I'll have to thank Yue for it later."

She would met up with her parents at the docks in an hour or so and they'd watch her run in the foot race and it'd be super cool. Well, except for the part where they'd ask how thing were going with her team and she'd have to explain how she'd lost a teammate and had to pickup a new one. Krysanthe wilted a little inwardly at the thought of that as they hadn't even been doing a combat mission, it was more of detective work than anything else. Still, if she didn't tell, they'd find out, and the former was distinctively more appealing than the latter.

Amaranth rolled over, her soft blue eyes following the ceiling fan like the emerald pair at the bottom of the bed. Torturing Ben did seem tempting, to be sure, and she should probably at least try to participate in whatever else was going on today. She smirked, her voice turning into a tone of mock naivete.

"Right, we're all so innocent in the carnal hell that is Ben's life."

"If he would stop getting boners, I would stop provoking them!"

A soft laugh rang out from the top of the bed as Amy pushed herself up. "I suppose I could be persuaded to get up, so that your parents won't find you surrounded by stolen crap and in bed with a stripper. All for the greater good of the team, right?"

Amy leaned forward, rolling onto her knees so her face was only inches from Lauren's, eyes drifting across to Ben's wardrobe suggestively before moving back to Lauren's. "So... I should get into uniform, right?"

"I sincerely doubt any of you want to be related to me in any way or form." Diamond blown a raspberry at the two easily offended guys. Wolfing down the rest of the meal she set to stand on her own two feet, something she wasn't particularly keen on doing, but since she was up already... "Right, I'll go make a coffee before my stunning morning personality earns me a broken jaw." she snickered.

A minute later Diamond's mood was considerably better after ingesting some of the dark brown all-fix. "Well, if we're doing this, would any of you object to going somewhere out? I am kind of tired of the same arena. And frankly, I do not particularly fancy trying to dodge that devil's child of a meat cleaver and aircraft cannon you use all day with nothing to duck behind." A bothersome thought about what she would do if indeed she happened onto such situation in a real firefight wormed it's way into her mind, but Diamond told her subconscious to shove it. "I might have something against that I want to try but it'S pure theory at this point."

Looking in Oswald's direction as she took another sip, she had a thought: "Should I pack something along the lines of a drawing board? I saw you working on something - I can't fathom what it was, from afar and the size of it it looked like something that might have been of use on the bloody tank - If you'd like work on it some more since you'll be sitting most of the day anyway?" she suggested.

Finding her scroll she sent a quick text to Emerald about their plans if she wanted to catch up to them and started fishing in her closet for some training wear.

@floodtalon@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN@ABillionCats

@Crimmy@NarayanK@HereComesTheSnow

Monday

"Definately sisters" Cian muttered as she looked at Galla and couldnt help but notice a similarity between her and Gratia mainly it seemed to be in speech patterns but she could easily see how they were related. "So whats your story?" Cian asked looking at the shorter of the twins that was looking at her and the others. Still she sighed as she felt a sight dragging of the comb on her scalp due to her brothers work on her hair. To be honest the twins reminded her of someone but she wasn't sure who it was exactly in terms of something they reminded her of someone but who was the question.

Tristan Mauve
Tristan sighed as he put the finishing touches to Cian's hair leaving it looking like a professionally done stylist did it. It was something he was good at he supposed he thought to himself as he looked at his handiwork. "So whats your name again didn't catch it earlier" He said somewhat roughly as he stared at the other two girls that was with him and Cian. Though while he was doing that he started digging into his pockets looking for something before pulling out multiple lollipops and popped a odd bitter green colored one into his mouth.

Mindaro Mondays - Galla

"I'm Galla Mindaro."

The tall man's question was immediately answered by the impassive black-haired girl, her toneless voice repeating the same words she had earlier spoke to the pair of excitable sisters. Galla's hazel eyes drifted towards the coated figure, her gaze noting the presence of the lollipop. There were many of them present in his hands, likely indicating that the man had a sweet tooth akin to her own sibling.

"Yeeeeeeup, we're already running late. They're supposed to be serving crepes for breakfast this morning, and I'm gonna want to stake out a few plates for myself early. So I'm gonna go and find Cap and Sangue, and you," Lauren clapped and leaned forward, biting down hard on Amy's lower lip the way she did to Ben's when he got uppity, "get dressed and catch up with me. It'll surprise the shit outta everybody that way."

Lauren hopped backwards off of the bed and drummed on it enthusiastically for several seconds, before snapping her fingers and turning towards the hallway in the middle of a jog. She paused long enough to reiterate "Surprise me!" in the middle of a pirouette before she completed her rotation and bounded out the door, slamming it behind her.

Now, if I were Sangue, where would I be...

Well, the answer to that one was with Lauren. Short of Lauren...

I'd be with Ben!

Okay, that was easy. Now where would Ben be?

...

Again, probably with Lauren. Short of Lauren...

...

Nah, I was already in the shower. I'd know if I saw him there.

Could he have stayed in the Armory until dawn? That sounded unpleasantly like long, hard work, which was something that a self-professed slacker would recoil from...but then again, boys and their toys...

...

So if I were Ben, and I had stayed in the Armory toiling and sweating all night...what would I want?

...

BESIDES ME.

Once Lauren applied the question to herself, however, it grew easier; she thought of her own exercise-driven mornings and her cooldown routine after - a routine that always included, above all else, a hot shower and...

Some fresh clothes!

Lauren's grin was positively devilish.

"Caaaaap!" she called out through the hallways. "I brought your clooooothes!"

"Of course!" the yellowjacketed girl replied with a thumbs-up. "How'd you get it, if you don't mind my asking?"

Over about three feet to her right, the more tactful of the two sisters met Cian's question with an airy laugh. "Ahaha, there isn't really that much of a story thus far. We just got up here to see our brother, whenever he manages to get back today, and to take a bit of time off from combat school."

"Hey, hey, we got permission!" April hastily chimed in. "It's not like we're playing hooky or something!"

Dawn may have had the leveler head most of the time, but April knew, through pure experience, far better than to trust that their hard-nosed instructors wouldn't take umbrage with the idea of family day being used as a vacation.

W-Which it wasn't!

She loved a challenge when learning, not a death sentence!

Although, if Sareta-sensei challenged her, most people looked at it as a death sentence for most anyone else...

Still, though!

"Well, yeah." came her precocious younger sister's easygoing reply. "I mean, it's like a break in the same way as a field trip is. We even have a report on the weapons we see to do, right?"

W h e w

"That's right! I was worried you'd forgotten, my dear sister, but thankfully, you aren't nii-chan."

If one was paying attention, they might have heard a nearby bush snickering.

"He probably would forget, wouldn't he... Well, thankfully he's got everyone here to take care of him."

She didn't know how right she was in her assessment.

"But on that subject, would either of you who have weapons mind showing them to us?" she asked the two that were currently enrolled students.

"We promise we'll be quick!" added the girl whose biggest selling point was her quickness.

Oswald's face fell, just for a moment, went Cobalt said that the team could be his family for the day. It was almost like he knew, like he was taunting Oswald. He knew better than to think that, though. At the very least, he could trust these three like few others. They'd come to his rescue a few times between the two of them, even in the short time they'd known each other. At the very least, they'd have his back.

Diamond's joke managed to dispel any dark thoughts brewing in Oswald's mind. Even if they got on each other's nerves all the time, he was glad for her sense of humor. Her suggestion about going somewhere else confused Oswald, however. "Where else would we possibly go? Unless you just mean somewhere else on the grounds, it'd be a bit of a challenge for me to get around in this thing." He gave the wheelchair he was sitting in a solid pat as he said this. "And a drawing board would be nice. I'm trying to come up with something that'll pack more punch than just about anything else around, and I think I have the basic design down." Now, it was just details and the issue of moving the damn thing around that he needed to work on.

Moving to get some fresh clothes for the day, Oswald looked between Diamond and the bathroom. "Which cripple goes first?"