@NarayanK@HereComesTheSnow@Crimmy

Sarina Tala Dei – Hallway

The hallways were quite quiet where Sarina was now. Though she did hear some ruckus far down the hall, she wondered what it was while holding a Jasmine Green Milk Tea. Sarina knew most of her team. Sterling, she was alongside with him on caravan defense mission, a shameful failure of a mission. Shuai, an exuberant man she had small-talk with a few times. This Hana though, a newcomer transfer from Vale. Sarina wondered who she was as she was a transfer from Mistral as she walked down the hallways hearing voices of people. And that is when she noticed bodies of girls on the floor, were Shuai, Sterling, and a girl. That girl must be Hana by why was their bodies on the floor. At brisk pace Sarina got up to them, looked at the bodies with bewilderment as she got up to them. They are not dead so that’s good but making a glance to Hana then looking at Shuai “Hey uh…who are these girls on the hallway floor?” She then took a sip of her tea.

OOC: If y'all forgot how Sarina looked heres the anime character I based her looks on (static.zerochan.net/Yagiri.Namie.full…)

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Shuai Taidan - Hallways

"Oh, hey Sarina. Those were diabolical damsels."

The moment that the words left Sand’s lips, she knew they somehow would be turned around to her. It did not stop her from stammering when the girl next to her, the one who’d shed her clothes first, poked her on the side, urging her to follow her own advice.

“E-Eh… nay,” she rapidly improvised. “such is the nature of my thankless task.”

And where did this low fantasy movie accent came from? She’d affected it without putting much thought into it, and now it stuck as she rebuffed the other girl’s objection. “Peer pressure shan’t stand in the way of my duty.”

Except it would, if the rest of the team happened to be as ready to cast their worries away as these two. She couldn’t poke fun of something as strange when it happened to be the most normal thing in the world to another. The best she could do was try not to get dragged into it despite herself.

Hearing her name being called, she cast out her gaze to the other team, hoping to find some inspiration.

She found more than that.

Oh.

“Indeed, look over yonder, to the one with the dyed blonde hair—”

That was a thing he could do.

“And the top—”

Dammit, Jer.

“That almost profiles the abs she works so hard to maintain—”

Jer.

“And the chest that looks a bit tighter than it actually should be—”

Jer, you massive weirdo.

“Would you not say this is the best time for misdir—Okay, I can’t. Give me a minute.”

Abruptly breaking out of the silly character she had adopted on a whim, Sand broke from her team’s huddle and moved closer to the other, staring intently at the face of her new twin. She paused when she was close enough to stretch a hand and touch her clone, casting out for words to express what she felt at the moment.

Did she truly look so irritable all the time? She’d had a similar feeling for some time whenever she looked into a mirror, but perhaps she truly needed to work more sleep into her schedule. Those were words, to be sure, but not for the boy wearing her skin. The specific wording of that musing gave her a shudder, along with a thought better left unexplored.

“What am I looking at?” she started with a resigned tone, trying to ignore the other eyes looking at the bizarre pair. “Don’t say ‘Sand Vespa’. I know we’re both from Atlas but this…”

Then again, this was a very peculiar situation. Don’t make things weirder, girl.

“I’m not really okay with…”

It would be a waste if she did not ascertain all the facts of the matter. Don’t bring that up. You don’t actually want an answer.

“Huh.” She coughed, glancing down meaningfully for a split-second. “Does—Hm. Does that change what’s down there too?”

@Plank Sinatra@Norschtalen

Selena crossed her arms and gave Sand a disbelieving look. The white-haired huntress didn't know what the girl with a sandy complexion had in mind, but she didn't agree to the idea of Sand playing as the only shirt on the skin's team. Not to mention Sand was talking in a very strange dialect, like some sort of old fashion way talking. Selena had only heard something like that in period pieces. "No dice, m'lady. We must follow the captain's example, as I and my friend here have, and if you are truly loyal to the cause you shall as well." Selena said with a highborn accent, or at least what she thought was one. If Sand was going to talk in funny accents Selena could too. That's when Sand tried to direct their attention to the opposing team, and when Selena looked her eyes went wide.

On the other side was also Sand, but without her shirt. Truly, what first started as a joke really did turn into something marginally more serious. But not really. Sand went over to the other shirtless Sand, questioning her and if she has the same package. Selena, sensing shenanigans, came over to add some more fuel to the fire. "Aha! I knew it! We have a spy among us!" Selena approached and pointed her fingers accusingly at shirt!Sand. "How clever, trying to give us a strategy when you were in fact our opponent in disguise! But your plan has been foiled by the power of loyalty as only someone on our team would share our unique uniform. Charlatan! Traitor!" Continue to wax ham fisted accusations at shirt!Sand, she was legitimately curious who the shirtless!Sand was. Surely not the actual Sand, but frankly at this point Selena really wasn't sure. But there was one way to find out.

"Obviously both sides are relying far too much on treachery and confusion to overwhelm the other. Frankly I don't know which one of you is the real Sand. So I'd say to make it simple: If you're the real Sand on Team SKIN, you can keep your shirt on. But only your shirt. Nothing else past the shoulders or below the waist." Then Selena looked over to shirtless!Sand with a wink and a smile. "Time to prove your loyalty to Team SKINS for everyone to see!" This joke might've gone too far.

@Lazo@Plank Sinatra

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"I'm...I'm Violet Steel..." The archer stammered. E-Everyone was stripping! Was this a normal thing in this part of the country when playing football? She unconscionably crossed her arms around her chest.

She tried to put in out of her mind for now. She'd just focus on strategizing, that would take her mind off it. "M-My semblance allows me to 'mark' targets so I can sense where they are at all times...it also assists with my aim when I shoot arrows...but I guess that's not real helpful here..."

Wait...was...did that boy just turn into a girl?

Violet had to admit she'd seen stranger things...well maybe not quite that strange. He'd turned into a duplicate of her, Sand Vespa. She supposed that would confuse the other team...it made sense, or at the very least that's how Violet rationalized it in her head.

Violet looked down at herself, looking incredibly self-conscious. "Is...is the stripping...required?" She was feeling kind of hot and a bit dizzy...

"Wait, me?"

In the next minute and a half or so, planning became a bit of a whirlwind, with a good half of the team speaking their mind. I didn't even have ample time to fully vocalize the issues I had with the leadership role being foisted upon me, as everyone spoke their piece in tandem with their introductions.

First was Ferris, who was expressing his disagreement with Ben's planning coupled with a low-effort jab in my direction. Given that it was routed in solid enough reasoning— if I wasn't confident, I could be a potential liability, I bit back my urge to retort for the sake of our team's cohesion. I knew well enough that arguments this early would shatter morale— And I didn't want that kind of blood on my hands.

I only ever want my own blood on my hands, honestly, but these things weren't always up to me.

Fire in the mix.

"With all due respect, you sound as though you try to make up for something."

Oh no...

No matter hgow politely you say it, Blaine, people are going to take umbrage with such a blunt assertion of their projected character!

I appreciate the defense, really, but please think of team unity, too! If we all end up not liking eachother, then—

Oil in the mix.

"Nobody calls Ben 'Cap' except Bastille. Moreover, our captain has decided what role we're all supposed to take,"

No, no, no!

Amy, I get it being your team's thing and all, but there's no need to get on edge over it! At the very least, stay perfectly polite about it like our new big and scary friend, Blaine! Getting on eachother's nerves solves nothing! Our team will self destruct!

I needed to nip this in the bud.

If I was to be vice-captain, whether I liked it or not... I had a responsibility.

"Guys!"

I cut in sternly, gathering most everyone's attention. I took a deep breath, and closed my eyes, choosing my next words carefully and diplomatically. A far cry from how I usually shoot from the hip and off the cuff, but it was necessary.

For football's sake.

"Let's all keep our heads cool, okay? If we grate on eachother now, we're gonna self destruct on the field, and they're gonna take advantage of that all day. Look, Ferris, here's an idea. Play—"

...Sand in the mix?

"The name I was born with is gone now. I've buried it," said the chameleon, catching my attention and forcing open an eye in doing so. "On the pitch, my name is Sand Vespa."

"—Gyargh"

The next word cut off with a choked noise from somewhere near the center of my throat, as the growingly familiar sight of our Atlesian transplant secret agent was replaced by the slim, lithe, tanned form of the girl who had been taking charge of the opposing team in their huddle, with her long legs, well-maintained core that was taut, firm, and doubtlessly strong through dedicated training, and complete lack of a shirt to conceal her tight sports bra—

No, wait, this was Jericho!

Jericho wearing someone else's skin!

Cut it out, man!

“What am I looking at?” her double, the original, started with a resigned tone, trying to ignore the other eyes looking at them as she confronted our Faker. “Don’t say ‘Sand Vespa’. I know we’re both from Atlas, but this…”

...

In Mistral, do as the Mistralians do.

I'm done.

I'll embrace this madness.

For the team.

"You say that, Sand, but that's exactly what I see." I cut in, folding my arms with a huff and then a small smirk. "Sand Vespa looking at Sand Vespa. Though, in this case..."

Here we are, folks. Peak comedy.

"I guess it'd be Sand Vespa Lynd, eh?"

@Crimmy

Vega Venetia – Survival

Underneath from the depths of the sea, a girl was swimming in it. Come on you son of a- The Grimm frog was suffering under the sea from the inevitable tendrils that would consume it. Come under my control! The emotions of negativity were surging through Vega. Hate, sadness, etc. It was a matter of control and regulation. The frog came under control as Vega became part Grimm in process.

She came upward onto the surface of the sea to spotting several other Grimm and with the frogs power she shot out a stream of water blasting them away from getting near the lifeboats. She swimmed around the ship looking upwards to seeing others still on the deck, catching the site of shocked and scared people of a girl riding a frog while exhibiting an aura of negativity. …I wonder if this could good lifeboat.

“Gratia!” as she let out a large echoing scream to catch the attention of her team.

OOC: My way of making Vega presence in survival.

”Haaaaah!” A blade of surging electrical energy sliced the ogdoad in twain, splitting it down from the center of the tongue to the tip of its tail. Before his body vanished Yue kicked off it’s corpse and landed on the top of the ship, looking down at the scene below. She had just finished off the last of the ogdoads, and other students were already taking care of the grimm. Really all they needed now was to get the others to the lifeboats. It was just then that Yue heard someone running to them. It was Robert, the bispetical redhead. She turned just in time to see said student smashed by some shipping containers. ”Oh no!”

Although Yue had told the others that she would take care of things here, she also promised to protect everyone. And seeing someone hurt, she had to go and help them, even if it means leaving her post. So she dashed over as quickly as she could, avoiding the same fate as Robert as some of the shipping crates began to shift around by jumping onto and over the crates. When she reached the other end where she had seen Robert fall, she looked over, blade in hand, trying to spot him. ”Are you okay? Where are you? Please please please be alright...”

@Guess Who

@Guess Who@Ryonara



The Grimm were being taken care of rather handedly, Emerald continued to provide air support by harassing as many Grimm as she could from the skies.

A sudden succession of splashes however caught her attention. Some supply crates had fallen off the boat and into the water...along with one of her comrades. Emerald was quick to fly over, quickly spotting her wet teammate.

"Don't worry I got you uh..." What was his name again? "...Robert!" That was his name right? He was the accident prone guy, or so the rumors said.

Not wanting to get wet herself, Emerald used her semblance to form a small cyclone around Robert, which quickly turned into a water spout as it hit the water, it pulled Robert out of the water and into the air. He was then hit with another burst of air that slowed him enough for Emerald to grab him and start heading towards the lifeboats.

"You gotta be more careful...ya know?" Emerald said, her voice a bit strained. "You're really heavy...what do you eat?"

With the last of the Ogdoad’s dead, Gren lowered his gun and dropped his semblance. While he still needed to be on guard the worst of it was over. He could hear the other students handle the rest of the grimm so short of a leviathan popping out of the water (Highly likely), Gren figured they’d be safe for now. He saw Yue run off, probably went to get more students, so Gren took it upon himself to be the sentry in this area. It would be for the best; without the proper kit he couldn’t swim, and if anyone was underwater right now the best he could do is try to serve as some beacon or bouy for them. He was not built for swimming, literally.

As Gren took a defensive position on some high ground, some more grimm arrived. He fired up Annabeth to gun them down when gouts of water shot the grimm off the edge of the boats. Looking over he could see another ogdoad and was about to open fire, but he saw another student on its back. He didn’t know this one, but if he had to guess, she was somehow controlling the ogdoad. Her semblance maybe? Either way Gren went over to the edge of the ship to shout. ”I think Gratia is still inside the ship! Or at least she ain’t here. Ya wanna come up here and help defend the boats or maybe see if you can’t the rest of the other students?”

@Ayazi

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Ferris laughed. It was a fully amused laugh that didn’t have a touch if sarcasm in it. Still smilling, he roughly clapped the big guy who spoke on the back with his metal arm. “No offense taken, I’d thought of those points just moments after I spoke, and they are fair ones. Your semblance I’d love to see in action, much of what I deal with is in mass and weights. Haing someone around who can tinker with such things can be useful indeed.” He turned to the next person who spoke, the red-headed lass, replying “I’ll do my best to not break the ball. However, if they are foolish enough to give hunters-in-training, some with extraordinary physical abilities, fragile equipment I can’t be held respons...ible...for... ” Ferris trailed off. Whatever he was going to say will forever go unsaid as one of his temporary teammates did a complete gender change, complete with a makeover, and chaos ensued.

One of Ferris’ eyebrows shot to his hairline. “A chameleon...” Well. That was a nice talent. Limited against Grimm, but against people, undeniably effective.

This was getting hysterical. He had to get his part in. “I think there is joke to be made here about how Sand gets everywhere.” He said, doing his part to entertain. “...aand I think I just made it.” He assumed a shit-eating grin.

@Krayzikk @HereComesTheSnow @FlitterFaux @Plank Sinatra @Kaithas @Awesomoman64 @Tominas @Abillioncats

-redacted, Yun mentions her Semblance here-

@NarayanK@HereComesTheSnow@Crimmy

Sarina Tala Dei – Hallway

The hallways were quite quiet where Sarina was now. Though she did hear some ruckus far down the hall, she wondered what it was while holding a Jasmine Green Milk Tea. Sarina knew most of her team. Sterling, she was alongside with him on caravan defense mission, a shameful failure of a mission. Shuai, an exuberant man she had small-talk with a few times. This Hana though, a newcomer transfer from Vale. Sarina wondered who she was as she was a transfer from Mistral as she walked down the hallways hearing voices of people. And that is when she noticed bodies of girls on the floor, were Shuai, Sterling, and a girl. That girl must be Hana by why was their bodies on the floor. At brisk pace Sarina got up to them, looked at the bodies with bewilderment as she got up to them. They are not dead so that’s good but making a glance to Hana then looking at Shuai “Hey uh…who are these girls on the hallway floor?” She then took a sip of her tea.

OOC: If y'all forgot how Sarina looked heres the anime character I based her looks on (static.zerochan.net/Yagiri.Namie.full…)

@NarayanK@Crimmy

Sterling Johnson

"Dastardly dames, for sure." came the concurring, matter-of-fact voice of Sterling Johnson. "As we were just explaining to Hana here, they ran afoul of the local masked vigilante peacekeepers."

His eyes, after meeting Sarina's in greeting, wandered up to the ceiling, obviously in something quite like a deep contemplation.

"Whomever they might be."

@Ayazi

Gratia Mindaro - Survival

"Your mount is disgusting."

Through unspecified means, Gratia Mindaro had escaped the innards of the boat, a task that the Mistralese teenager found to be incessantly irksome. It was not difficult; far from it, in fact, as she presumed that even a mindless beast, as long as they possessed the levels of aura necessary, would have been capable of breaking free of the sinking steel prison instead of shitting itself like a pathetic, drooling retard on the cold floor of a lunatic asylum and becoming nothing more than undersea carrion.

Her initial plans to leave the ship and avoid the rapid influx of water was to jump over to the lifeboats hurriedly crafted by the masses that attended the Survival class. However, the appearance of her leader forced her to commit several changes to her method of escape. Whether or not Vega Venetia's solution to the challenge instituted in the simulation was actually successful, the fact was that her team leader had gotten the bright idea into her head that possessing a Grimm was a perfectly safe activity was something to note.

Somebody needed to clean up after any stupid mistakes.

She gently dropped onto the back of the frog, a minute sound of disgust exiting her throat at having to ride such a detestable thing. "How long can you stay in control?" she asked, moving closer to Vega. Onyx eyes were glancing around, surveying the area.

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Swimming up above the water's surface, Robert's first order of business was coughing up the salt-filled liquid he had swallowed by accident. It felt like his stomach and lungs were now burning as he struggled to breath in air with the waves rushing over his head and still bombarding the sides of the ship. He remained calm though as he inspected his surroundings, looking at how far away the island was and how likely it might be to try and climb back onto the ship. With how sheer the outside hull was though, the boy was inclined to take one of broken boards floating around him and use it as a flotation device as he paddled to shore.

That is until something underneath the waves brushed against his leg. For all he knew, it could have just been debris or seaweed sinking past him, but Robert had seen enough monster movies to err on the side of caution. In no time flat, his back was pressed against their sinking transport while he attempted to see through his blurry vision into the ocean's depths. It was then that the student realized he had lost his glasses upon falling into the water. Today was not a good day.

At least a couple of his classmates had seen his tumble overboard though and had come to help him up. "Yeah, I'm okay! Just... Find something to help me up!" he shouted up to Yue, his voice filled with urgency and panic. Then another classmate, Emerald, came to lend her aid as well. It was lucky for him that the short cat girl's semblance was something so useful for the problem at hand as she created a whirlwind that lifted him back on board. "Thanks. I don't know what I would have done without you guys," Robert said, dripping from head to toe though still in one piece. Not realizing her question was most likely rhetorical, he told the often mischievous Emerald, "Yeah, I didn't realize that I needed to look both ways when out at sea as well. And since I missed breakfast this morning, I haven't been eating much."

Of course they were her team members. What else did she expect?

Hana pouted as she muttered something inaudible. She initially wanted to retort them for the chaos in the hallway, but they DID just save her from a flock of crazy girls she had no idea how to approach.

This Taidan person looked rather lithe for a Huntsman, and as he said, he did seem more cuddly than manly. It's not like he was cute or anything, she wanted to tell herself, but his happy demeanor prevented herself from thinking too much about it. He kinda seemed harmless, actually- no, but he just blew away a bunch of people almost instantly! He was definitely faking weakness. But still kinda cuddly.

And this Sterling guy just kept denying the truth! No, both of them were denying the truth! Fine! If they wanted to have it their way, then so be it! She'd let them have their fun. She'd play along!

...Wait, didn't that mean she was tolerating them?

I can't believe these two are my teammates... she thought, pained at the idea of spending her senior year with these people. Her pouty facade didn't reveal much of her worries, but it was still clear she had doubts in her head.

She then glanced at the woman who appeared before them. She... seemed normal, at least. Much more normal than the "local masked vigilante peacekeepers" Sterling mentioned (Hana's pout intensified at this), that was for certain. The image of her calmly drinking tea in the aftermath of chaos hopefully didn't mean this stuff didn't happen everyday-

Hana smacked her cheeks lightly, cursing herself for jinxing herself.

Puffing her chest up, she pointed at Sarina, feeling somewhat more confident now that someone who looked tolerably sane showed up. "Y-You there! I'm looking for my soon-to-be team members, and thanks to these-... those vigilantes, I have met two so far. I want to know if your name is Sarina!"

Yes, she needed to be confident! Who knew what these guys would do if she weren't. She was the prideful student of two masters, after all. She was the new generation of the Dulcet family! Her mother and father would be sad to see her deflated at the face of pure insanity. Okay, maybe that didn't sound right, but her point stood.

@Crimmy@HereComesTheSnow@Ayazi

Muscled arms, rippling and shining under the light, were outstretched like the wings of an eagle, a signal of an apostle ready to address his flock. A shirtless, powerful frame, from which produced the booming voice that conveyed the principles found in the teachings of his Lord, the master of Muscle Heaven.

"Kiddos, do not sexually harass your brothers and sisters on the path of physicality," declared the man who sought to lead his flock to the correct manner. They could not be allowed to fall astray, to descend into a realm without discipline, a realm where the youthful dreamers hoping to hone themselves to the pinnacle of physical form would be unable to do so without suffering attack from those without any commitment to Muscle Heaven. The quest could not allow for such to occur. The only discomfort one of the flock should feel could only arise from themselves, from the strenuous effort that they would exert in order to achieve the strength and training held by the just. "It is unacceptable to lead them astray with undisciplined, selfish molestation."

There was no gallantry in doing so. It was simply unwarranted, no more no less. The gym was a temple of gains, and all within should be free from all difficulties as they prepared themselves for the pure journey to Muscle Heaven.

"Do not do so again."

The muscled apostle, Charles Atlas' avatar given fine form and rippling flesh, was truly serious, and his reverberating voice only served to emphasise such.

"Now, semblance use must not break the rules of football. It will be allowable if it does not conflict with what is correct. If you cannot decide upon what uniforms shall divide you, I have -"



One red, one blue.

"- a way to distinguish your teams. Now, when your planning is complete, I shall begin."

@NarayanK@HereComesTheSnow@Crimmy

Sarina Tala Dei – Hallway

“Whomever?" Sarina was perplexed as she glanced at Sterling and Shuai. She looked down to seeing several unconscious women on the floor. It did not look they put up a fight… Are they even from the academy? Sarina face grew frustrated and she wondered what happened. “So, all three of you came across the masked vigilantes and could not catch them nor save these…dames” she said with frustration. She was trying to understand whatever the **** happened in the hallway of academy full of people who know how to fight. To Hana “Yes I am Sarina. It is nice to meet you.”

@Ayazi@NarayanK@HereComesTheSnow

Shuai Taidan - Hallway

"Don't worry about it too much."

“Alright let’s all settle down.” Trad said realising the shirts vs skins joke was starting to get out of hand. “No one has to take their shirt off if they don’t want. I’m sure there are other ways we can tell who the real members of our team are.”

Just as the words left his mouth, coach Roy silenced the masses and presented a red and a blue brace for the teams to distinguish themselves. “Coach, we’ll take the blue ones.” Trad called to the to the prophet of protein before returning his attention to his team. “It might be best if we all wear one so we don’t get tricked by the doppelganger over there. Those who want can still go shirtless, I mean, I don’t really have a choice at this point.” Trad laughed as he looked back to the tattered remains of his shirt. While he had no regrets over his spectacle, the inconvenience it posed was started to dawn on him especially considering this wasn’t his last class.

Oh well, he was having fun living in the moment, and right now it was football time. After a few second of contemplation over what information he had, Trad began. “Alright, Selena, Krysanthe, Cian, and Sepia. I want you running offense. You’ve all got the speed and skill to get in and make reliable shots. Sand, Yun, and I will be on defense. Sand, shepherding is allowed in this, so use your semblance to put some extra force into your pushes. Yun, your semblance is going to have to be a judgment call. You can save it for the end like you said, or if you think we need it for any play during the game go for it.”

“If anyone else has a semblance they think can help or has a different idea let’s hear it now. Not sure how much time we’ll have to readjust things once we get going.”

@Crimmy@Lazo@Suku@Eklispe@SevenStormStyle@NarayanK@Norschtalen

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To the casual observer, much was happening in the gym right now. One member of the red team had just changed form to match that of an opponent, both sides were doing their damndest to self-destruct through the mutual powers of net-petulance and sexual harassment, and The Lord of the Swole himself intervened. Exciting day, overall.

The same observer, if his eyes were to linger on the Red Team, would see a red-haired girl simmering, a steel-eyed fellow laughing, one man abandoning hope of harmony in favor of old James Bond references, a girl slowly turning as red as the furious woman’s hair and a large, blonde man wearing a school uniform that was much too tight.

Blaine turned away from his teammates, one hand wiping an eye. His face was slightly red as the shame filled him. He had allowed his team to be besmirched in the eyes of the arbiter of sport, the Bishop of Iron. Truly, this was a day to be remembered in the darkest corner of his heart.

Biting back the words that were held on the tip of his tongue, Blaine’s attention shifted from his soon-to-be missionmate and her shenanigans to the matter at hand: the game was about to begin. There were a few minor details to address, but first things first, he had to make sure there was no lingering ill will in the team, at least caused by him. He would leave leadership to the assigned captain and his second. They would guide the team to glory, he knew it in his heart of hearts.

Feeling his face cool, he addressed the feather-haired girl who had expressed disinterest in stripping. “Do not worry, teammate. I said the attractive members of the team, you have little to worry about. I was regarding teammates Vesper Lynd the now-woman in his-slash-her masculine form, Second in Command Lucas, Violet, and our yet-to-be-named teammate as a wildcard." At this, Blaine nodded towards the masked individual he saw, her(?) hair black and purple. "As their own side has largely female temptation, I was hoping to counter with masculine features and a variety of body types; their own men will be distracted enough. I know not their preferences, however, so the ultimate judgement falls back to individuals concerned. As for eagerness to take off clothes,” The oversized student locked eyes with the silver-haired woman who had come over, “I would not try to pressure those who wish to do otherwise.”

After making sure his message had crossed the room, or at least team lines, Blaine looked towards the small-voiced girl, a red flash upon her pale face. “In other words, no, teammate Violet. Stripping is not required.” His voice was gentler as he spoke in her direction for the smallest moment, though his blazing eyes did not decrease in intensity nor the vein pulsing in his forehead cease it’s constant motion. “As for your semblance, I think you’ll be surprised. If they have any sneakier teammates, you will find use for it. All will be well.”

Lastly, the faunus needed to speak with the short, grey man with his metal extremities. It seemed as though he did not take his team too well into account, but that could be addressed later. The large blonde man smiled broadly, his eyes unchanging from their usual intense gaze, as the problem teammate seemed to address the rest of his allies in a more friendly manner. All was well in the state of Red Team. “As for you, grey one, I agree that there could be interesting combinations, though I warn you, if your arm or leg are connected directly to a ligament, nerve ending, tendon, muscle, or any kind of ball-and-socket joint, I feel my semblance would do more harm than good. It only works on the whole of an object, not individual parts, so the odds are it would destroy your shoulder and hip.”

The faunus shook his head, his voice lessening in intensity, but not volume, as he stooped over to get closer to his teammate. “Also, you may have forgotten, but you have not told us your name, comrade. That, and I would not recommend ignoring the red-haired Amy. She seems as though she is irritated with you. I would address that.” He ended with the best wink he could manage, closing both of his eyes, left cheek twitching slightly.