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Emerald - Library -

She crept closer and closer, her prey unaware of their fate. She prepared to pounce, ready to claim vic-

"EEP!" Emmy exclaimed as she felt something grab her tail, sending tingles up her spine. She fell forwards onto the floor in surprise.. Her head swerved around to look at the perpetrator, looking rather shocked. Her eyes were wider than usual as she stared at Gratia.

"That's...that's my tail." She stuttered, unsure what to do in this situation. People didn't normally just up and grab her tail, this was scary!

She waited for Gratia to let go...any second now...
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Gratia Mindaro - Library

"Yes, I already happened to notice that," replied the headphone-wearing girl impassively, though it was obvious that her response had been laced with more sarcasm than Rohypnol in some teenage party-goer's glass of shitty punch.

Talking to the excitable feline made Gratia feel like she was conversing with a little girl in a way; the Faunus seemed so strangely detached from the reality around them, and it was always difficult to deal with people who were a bit rambunctious and strange. She'd experienced her fair share of weirdos before (such as the cheese-eating fucker), but child-like ones would always pose a problem. Especially when they seemed to have no real idea about what they were doing.

It was real fucking annoying.

She just wanted Emerald to stop being so bloody distracting. And to stop going for Bianca's wings. That was distracting too. And overly disruptive to the general atmosphere of a fucking library. A place where shit should be quiet. And lacking in people throwing books.

"Stop trying to eat my teammate," she ordered, voice growing more solemn and serious as she let go of the cat's tail. "You could be the goddamn Energizer mascot with all your fucking around."
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Emerald - Library -

Emerald pouted, wrapping her tail around her waist and holding it gingerly in her hands as she sat on the floor. Bianca's wings seemed a lot less enticing now that there were consequences. This was no fun at all! She fidgeted a bit, letting go of her tail and letting it flick around behind her once she was satisfied it wasn't gonna get grabbed again.

"I wasn't gonna eat her..." She muttered quietly, mostly to herself. She mentally put Gratia on her list of people to keep out of tail's reach. It was a rather short list, since she'd just made it up. Gratia was right about one thing though, she did like the Energizer mascot, he was such a funny looking bunny.

Since she wasn't able to attack Bianca's feathers, Emerald had to settle for watching...and resist the urge to reach for them.
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Jack vs Clown

The Clown continued to run as the sounds of battle rang behind him. He gave a casual glance back to see how much longer he had before the Beacon student caught up to him. Jack's fist impacting with the Clown's face provided the answer to that question. The Clown fell back, grabbing at his mask where his nose would be. "Ow, ow, ow. That hurt," he said while rocking back and forth on the floor. Fearing another strike, he lifted his hands to block any further attacks to his face and shouter, "Timeout! Timeout! Timeout!" He then raised his hands in the air in a sign of surrender. "Just don't hit me again."

With his arms still raised, the Clown seemed to be prepared to follow Jack into custody. Suddenly, he shouted, "Close your eyes!" and kicked a nearby wall. He pulled his foot out of the wall, revealing a small canister inside. A burst of light revealed the canister to actually be a flashbang. It would be safe to assume that other, similar booby traps would be in store for anyone chasing the Clown. If Jack recovered quickly enough from the flash of light, he should be able to see, at most, three clowns running in opposite directions. Which he would follow was up to Jack.

Luke vs Mordred

As Luke continued to weave and dodge, Mordred was obviously getting more frustrated. The slashes of his sword that cause the projectile balls of fire began to come in a more rapid succession, but were going wild and missing their target more and more. It didn’t take long for Luke to finally close the gap between the two him and his opponent. Of course, this brought up a new problem. Mordred’s sword was obviously not a purely ranged weapon.

Once Luke had gotten close enough, Mordred swiped with his sword again, sending a fireball flying towards Luke’s face. Without much time between that strike and his next, he stabbed forward, hoping that Luke would try to duck under the fireball and roll right into Mordred’s awaiting sword.

Robert: Post-Mission

Robert sat quietly at the back of the Bullhead as it brought team RPGD back to Beacon. Anger was clearly painted across his face. It didn’t matter how many civilians they had saved, how many White Fang that had brought into custody, it didn’t even matter that everyone had come back in mostly one piece. In his mind, he’d failed. They had gotten away, just like the men that killed his parents and sister. They always got away, and there was never anything that he could do to stop them.

The red haired teen punched the metal wall in frustration, not even wincing at the pain he now felt. He sat back down in his seat. “Useless, stupid, screw up…” he mumbled to himself at an almost inaudible tone. Currently, Greyson’s profession of love to Priscilla earlier was the furthest thing from his mind as he continued the barrage of self-inflicted insults.
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Luke Schwarz-- Somewhere, Bas Rutten is smiling

Let's go!

Mordred's hopes found themselves dashed as Luke, having been able to get away with it thus far, juked the fireball again. Doing so required a multitude of actions, given his current close range.

A step out to the left with his lead foot, trailed by the sliding right. A twist of the torso, staying balanced and centered above his hips while simultaneously taking his upper body off the line of attack, close enough that he was fairly sure the back of his hoodie had been charred, but thankfully not lit. Finally a change of levels bringing his entire form low, ducking under the swipe of the blade aimed for his face.

Needless to say, the Faunus's follow-up stab missed.

All factors listed were necessary for proper evasion.

All factors listed also just happened to be conducive to Luke's counterattack, a combination drilled into him as a short man from the very first day Old Man Pops had taught him how to punch.

This is how it's done!

Already coiled like a spring from his outside slip, it was a simple matter of reversing the motion. Really it made perfect sense once you understood how it worked. Even he could pick up on the physics behind it.

Twisting his hips sharply back to the right, the pugilistic teen's entire body followed the motion in sequence, transferring the raw energy generated by the comparatively powerful legs and hips up the spine, through the shoulders and down his left arm, bent at a ninety degree angle, and finally into the first two knuckles of his fist, following like the end of a whip and carrying serious heat.

A left hook that was nothing to sneeze at by any means, smashing straight into Mordred's liver.

The kind of blow that made even the toughest of professional fighters double over in pain if it landed right. As in, the kind of people who smile and wave someone in for more if they take a hard shot straight to the nose.

Scary people, no doubt about it.

But even they bow before the almighty liver shot!


Not one to put all his eggs in one basket, Luke then uncorked his right hand, twisting again at the hips and launching a mortar-like overhand right straight for the mask right after his hook connected. He allowed Mordred no time to even breathe, let alone recover or bring his sword back in position to use again. A blow designed to sail clear over the other fighter's guard (hence the name) and crash into their temple, neck, maybe the back of the head. Wide, swinging, and powerful, but it needed to be set up by something else if you wanted it to land.

Perhaps a hook to the body!

You don't throw shots one at a time in this game.

Combinations are key.

He smirked even as he slid out from straight in front of the Faunus, cutting a good angle to evade potential returns.

You'd be so proud, little sister of mine.
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Sarina Tala Dei and Vega Venetia (VGNB)

Vega made a small chuckle after Bianca’s statement and her putting her hand on her knee. She could get murderous though what she said to the boys was more of a threat. She keeps her inner-self in check and only uses when it is needed, or if it spontaneously comes out.

“Possibly but I don’t know. I could ask Ms. Goodwitch to see if there are any open missions.” Sarina then turned her attention to Napoli. “That’s a big generalization. The rules here in Beacon I wouldn’t say are too neither lax nor serious. The reason why I put my legs up on the desk is because the librarians are not present…for now. They don’t like it but most of us do it because sitting down with your legs in place while trying to read damn book is…less relaxing. Also wipe the dirt and dust you leave on the desk as a compliment that…you have the common courtesy to clean up.” Said Sarina stoically.

Sarina couldn’t help but notice Emerald. She seemed to still have the sense of a carefree reality, one that was not broken by the true reality of the world. There were still students like her but eventually to her, realities that were happy, carefree would be broken as they see the world as it is. At least Gratia did disciplining on her as Sarina didn’t want to at all.

“Alright then” as she brought her legs off the table, and cleaned it up by wiping it off with pair of disinfectant wipes she got from the librarians desk and stood up. “Let’s continue the tour.”

Sarina took them next to check out the Amphitheater for a brief look at the place along with the ballroom to. She took them in the exterior of Beacon, showing off to them the Academy Gardens and taking them to the CCT Tower before ending it at the Dining Hall. It had a few students just socializing, relaxing or eating. On a table in the middle showed recently placed food specifically for the tour group. There was soda in cans available and 4 pizza boxes of Supreme Pizza. It was time to dine and for each of them on the table a small bowl of Caesar salad.

Sarina grabbed a tray for herself and opened up a box of pizza grabbing three and sitting down waiting for the others.

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Bianca Nuit – A Dei Tour

Bianca was excited by the prospect of a potential mission available for her teammates and herself. She felt that the opportunity to show Beacon just how girls and guys from Haven did it would be too enticing for anyone on the team to pass by, even Napoli. With her blood boiling in her veins she continued the tour. She was surprised by the size of it all, even having just flown above it, Beacon always seemed to continue on forever. It was something she truly admired about the school, its sheer size made it admirable. Once they finally entered the dining hall Bianca felt a certain homely atmosphere to the surroundings. It was somewhat like having one’s parents cooking them a meal, but for approximately one thousand students as well.

She grabbed a slice of pizza and placed it on a small paper plate, sitting down beside Sarina and starting on the Caesar salad instead. Caesar wasn’t her favorite, but she hadn’t ate yet today so Caesar would have to do.

”What do you think Gratia, should we show Beacon how Haven rolls?” Bianca said turning to her girlfriend inquiring about the mission. Gratia and Bianca’s relationship was one of mutual respect. Bianca was aware of just how powerful her teammate was and most others wouldn’t realize it from just looking at her but in battle she was a bit of a berserker. That being said, Bianca loved her all the more for it. It was just as her father had said once, ‘if you’re to have to be in the same fight as a maniac, make sure said maniac is on your side.’ Great advice dad.

“I have some frustrations I’d love to get out and Frostbite is just twitching for combat at this point.” Bianca said casually thrusting towards the center of the table with some skewered lettuce on her fork. “Speaking of which, I’ve got to throw up my flyers for the interviews.” Bianca said absent mindedly reminding herself.

“I’ll remind you all that you’re all welcome to apply.” Bianca said winking towards the group sitting around her with a grin. She wasn’t known as someone who was considerably ‘easy’ in fact she was very picky, however she was open to trying anything should the offer be enticing enough.
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Gratia Mindaro - "Dei Tour" (I swear to fucking God Fiordilatte you will fucking pay for this bullshit ass pun)

"No."

She was busy eating a pizza. Slowly. Savouring the flavour of the cheese (thank fuck that it wasn't Mozzarella because the shithead would never have stopped mocking her for it) and enjoying the light tang of the sauce. As well as the garlic and anchovies. Gratia wasn't exactly the greatest fan of pizzas, but she would always be willing to consume the pastry dish if it was offered to her. Wasting food was a sin after all, and honestly she actually did like eating cheese, for all her constant jabs at Fiordilatte for being a "fucking cheese-eater".

Unless it was mozzarella. Fuck mozzarella.

"Proposition me when I'm not eating," she added, swallowing an olive that she had plucked off the surface of the pizza.

One slice down. Seven more to go.

And the caesar salad.

Why some fancy shit like a salad was being eaten with a pizza she had no idea.

Still, it was food.
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Caravan Mission


The bugs were flying faster and faster towards the trucks, as the trucks were struggling to get more speed while maintaining control But soon they would get close to the large quartz crystal that blocked their path from before. And crawling from the holes were even more insects, ready to intercept the convoy from in front. "Stop! Stop the trucks!" Rice screamed in helpless fear, but the truck drivers weren't listening. "Like hell we are! This is a seven ton machine going eighty miles an hour! I'm not going to let some rocks get in my way!" The front caravan driver was confident that he could ram through the rocks, but that also meant the bugs were only going to get closer faster. And while most would be killed upon impact, there were so many of them and the corpses of the first, second, and third wave of insects would provide enough cushioning for the others to land with relative safety.

But that was before the explosion occurred. The drivers, long since dead due to being eaten by the insects, as well as the swarm around the trucks were engulfed in a massive Technicolor explosion. It wasn't just fire; ice, solidified darkness, a blinding light, vines, and even water explosded as the various dust crystals were triggered and their energies released all at once. The resulting shockwave was so powerful, it knocked over the various quartz structures around the plains, one of the trucks, and threaten to topple over the Unsubtle. Anyone not holding on tightly to the ground or in the safety of a building were also knocked to the ground by the violent shockwave. The insects themselves were blown right out from the skies, if not from the shockwave then by the effects of the dust. Many of the insects were frozen solid before incinerated by the fire, some turned into seed-sized pods, others simply torn apart.

The shockwave also killed the fires around the burning fields by tearing the tall grass right out of the ground, leaving most of the area around the explosion bare with nothing but dirt. The truck, the one containing rices, was jostled by the explosion. But the driver managed to maintain enough control over his vehicle to prevent it from tipping over like the other one, and without the threat of bugs he was willing to slow down and by pass the the fallen quartz safely. The truck crunched over thousands of insects en route, before hitting the gas and heading back to Vale.

Meanwhile the second truck, which got toppled over by the shockwave, was stuck on the side of the road. The drivers were alive though beat up from the accident. They remained inside however, uncertain of the status outside. The radio was still filled with static.

Patrol Mission


The Anchor Girl's water continued to flow, however it was set back thanks to Skyra's attack. But the water still flooded in, even faster this time. She didn't expect Ebon to have the strength to lift her into the air however, where she was a sitting duck for his R-Types as well as for Skyra. But she wouldn't back down now; she'd just have to stand her ground! With anchors in hand, she used one to shield herself and tossed the other Anchor towards the R-Types, trying to take as many down as she can in one mighty-swing. She would have almost caught Skyra if one of the R-Types that she couldn't hit managed to fire it's laser at her. The anchor girl used her anchor to shield herself, but then she was shot by more lasers. She stood her ground the best she could on Ebon's rickety shield, and when Skyra was finally close enough to slash at her the Anchor girl allowed Skyra's blades to contact her anchor, using her force to push herself off the shield and onto the ground. The anchor girl used her momentum to put distance between herself and the two hunters, breathing moderately. She spat out some blood and flourished with her anchors.

"Is that all ya got, ya snot-nosed kids? Toys and running around with knives?" The Anchor girl slammed her two anchors into the ground to root herself in place. Suddenly the streets started to floor with water to the point that it got knee-high in seconds. The other girls that were with the anchor girl had to move to high ground, jumping onto various store stands. "These are my streets! And you can't beat me on my own turf!"

The head honcho was quite excited to hear Krysthane accept his date, and he and his buddies seemed eager too. The cats even came back to join them in their merriment, dancing with the young men over their minor accomplishment.

Meanwhile at the Land of Walt, it was a busy day at the amusement park. Various costumed mascots walked around the park bringing joy and amusement to various children and even adults. There was a birthday party going on, with a bunch of kids and adults in formal attire. Various thuggish bikers were also in attendance, however they seemed to genuinely be there with their family, if the balloons and toys they carried were any indication. And their children, of course. There was a show for "The Silver Ranger", a hunter-turned-superhero that was to happen within the next hour. All in all, things seemed peaceful at the Land of Walt. There was a "Test you might" game where players could hit a stuffed Ursa in the face with a hammer. Those who try get a free banana split ice cream, with a special surprise for those who can do "Critical" damage to the Ursa.

Additionally there was various amusement park rides, however they required a certain amount of tickets or a special bracelet that you can buy at various booths scattered about the park. Lastly, for those who don't like to spend time in the sun, there was an arcade with a very retro feel to it. Illuminated only by neon, they had everything from ancient 8 pixel games to some virtual reality games. All of them, of course, required either tickets or a special bracelet to play. There were some people trying to sell tickets and bracelets at the entrance of the Land of Walt, with varying levels of legitimacy. They didn't stick around long since security guards kept a steady patrol around the park. These were not vale police, but the Land of Walt's own personal security force. They looked like fancy knights with glowing blue swords.
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Emerald - Tour -

Emerald was more than happy to continue on with the tour. The library had been fun, but she'd seen everything she wanted to see there, especially after what happened with her tail. She found herself glancing at Gratia often, just to make sure her tail wasn't anywhere close to Ms. Grumpy.

As the tour continued and they headed off toward who knows where, Emerald became lost in her own thoughts. She needed to call Dad and tell him she was doing fine. Her parents worried a lot, and when she told them about her transfer to Beacon it only grew worse. Emmy figured if they had it their way she'd have never left home. Her reassurances that she could handle herself out there, so far from home never seemed to be enough for her doting parents. But Beacon seemed like a pretty safe place, and she would tell them as much! Sure there were always the racist assholes to deal with, but that was everywhere. She could always throw things at them and blow raspberries.

What snapped her back to reality and out of her thoughts was a aroma of what was most certainly pizza, the greatest invention of all time. Emmy was clearly more interested in the food that the massive dining hall and more interested in the food itself, as she seemed to almost vanish from where she stood to right in front of boxes of pizza. She took three slices and a soda can, not even looking at the salad. Because who ate salad with pizza anyway?

She then sat down the rest of the tour group and ate her pizza, and probably to the shock of everyone else, was rather silent as she ate. She only seem concerned with her food for the moment.
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Napoli Fiordilatte - Dei Tour

"Wait, does the lack of a response mean no?" Napoli asked a little forlorn as Bianca followed the rest of the group, truth be told he did kind of want that pillow. Nothing beat a good night's rest after all, and what better to ensure you slept well than having a great pillow. A one of kind pillow that only he had, in fact no one could ever say that his pillow and another were birds of a feather. Dang it, that was beautiful, why do I have to think all my best jokes. My genius being confined is a crime against humanity.

Wait.

Where did everyone else go?

Crap!

They all forgot about me!

Breaking off into a sprint, Napoli found himself dashing in the vague direction he had last see them going. I really, really, need to stop getting hung up on my jokes, as brilliant as they may be. It's not my fault I got blessed with such a beautiful mind. Didn't someone make a movie about that? Sucks the guy died, Nohn Jash was the name right? Wait, I'm totally off topic again.

As if on cue, Napoli then noticed the others, all sitting comfortably enjoying pizza and salad. Just another typical day with Team VGNB. Speaking of which, Napoli had the brilliant timing to stumble in just as Bianca was going over her dumb plan again. Did she expect that putting out flyers would allow people to fly to her level. Damn, I did it again, I swear all my best jokes. Completely wasted. Napoli could only shake his head, as he grabbed some triple cheese pizza, a can of Big Hill Mist, and some salad, and took a seat by the others.

"Hey Bianca, how bout we make a bet. When the flyer thing inevitably fails, I get the pillow. Sound good?" Napoli grinned, as another beautiful thought came to mind, "For that matter, we could make things even more interesting if the rest of the team joined in. Hey Vega, what do you think?"

Seriously, a beautiful mind.

"Also," he added, "if you're really itching for a fight that badly, Mercutio and Arsene are always willing to oblige. Scapino tends to be the only one that gets used on most occasions."
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Krysthane grinned at celebration behind them, she liked making people happy, it made her feel like she was doing her job right, even if she was only in training. "Ya, they were a little weird, but hey everybody is weird somehow right?" she said in response to Sepia as they made their way to the Land of Walt. This place was amazing, she had never actually been to an amusement park before. She struggled with the temptation, they were supposed to be investigating right now or at least patrolling. But she REALLY wanted to hit the Ursa in the face. Krysthane loooved ice cream and she wanted some sort of extra prize even more. Maybe if they spent just like five minutes here, hit the ursa, then be gone.

Oh, then they could talk to the security guards, if anyone knew about any miscreants in the area it would be them. "Alright here is the plan." Krysthane said conspiratorially to Sepia, "We go in real quick, we both smack the Ursa for the prizes, eat the ice cream, 'cause obviously we gonna win, and then talk to the guards about the gang or whatever. Sound good?" she asked Sepia hoping that she wouldn't offer any rebuttal. Krysthane knew they should just investigate right away but it couldn't hurt to have some fun first right?

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Ciel - Confused rabbit.

This was bad was the main thought that was travelling through her head it was confusing to say the least one moment she was at the casino next she knew she was ambushed by enemies and grimm. Having her rifle ready she saw them heading towards her and her mind went onto autopilot as she set her gun to its machine gun form. Taking aim she fired her mind saw she was in danger and as such she took aim and fired at her enemies despite her mind telling her its a trick. "Roar for me Byakko" she screamed as she took out a blue colored cartridge and placed it into her machine gun. As if one command with the shells of her bullets falling down around her she set freezing the large enemies while jumping from perceived attacks at her.
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Diamond scrambled behind the tank, hoping it was heavy enough. The tincan rocked violently, but the lack of it landing on her told the thief she was safe for now. She finally peered over the machine and saw the destruction her plan brought on the land around. But hey, it's only stupid if it doesn't work! The fire was out, as were most of the bugs. The radios were still out, but the massive explosion had to have been noticeable as far as Vale. Somebody will come notice soon and pick up what's left of the camp. As for the team, they still had work to do. "Y'all right?" she hollered, looking around for her teammates.

"Get us over to that truck, we need to deliver them both back." she said, getting the tow cables ready. Hopefully they would be able to put it back on it's wheels and then they could hopefully go back home. Diamond has had enough for one day. In her mind they didn't do badly. But she was worried with just how easily the team gave up. It was especially worrying in Marcus' case. If the head is cut off, the rest dies easily. She'd have to have a few words with him once they got back about that.

The last part that stank was how useless she felt during all of this. The others had some way to put out the fire, or kill the insects, and what did she have? Sneaking around and one idea that had a 50:50 chance of success. That wouldn't do. Maybe she should transfer to armory class while she still could to get herself some better gear. But seeing how ineffective bullets would have been against targets this tiny and fast, she was coming back to the same solution as before. Diamond didn't really have much experience with dust, but hey - somebody somewhere back in history had to use it for the first time, and it worked. She'd just have to find a way to make it work.
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Bianca Nuit – A Dei Tour

“That’s not a no.” Bianca said with a giggle stabbing some more lettuce onto her fork as Gratia told her to postpone her propositioning. She wasn’t all that serious about any of this, but she did think it was really fun. Besides maybe she gets a good couple nights out of all her propositioning down the line someday. Good for Bianca.

“Oh, I’m sorry dear,” Bianca said as she realized she had forgotten to answer Napoli “I’m not such a prude to disallow you a custom made pillow. But I do enjoy the idea of making this interesting. Gelure is itching for a fight as well.” Bianca purred, putting her fork down on the table. ”But you get such an extravagant pillow, handmade by one of the most beautiful girls you’ve ever met, what could you possibly offer me if I win?”

Bianca was good at negotiations she found herself constantly in positions where she had to use her wit and charm to counter her opponent’s own mind. The trick was to make them stop thinking about themselves and keep them entirely focused on her. She was good at that as well. In a typical interrogation it would be as simple an undone button for her to completely decimate her enemy. She prided herself on her ability to decimate, it was what made Bianca, Bianca.

“I’d also like to point out the error in your previous statement.” Bianca said adjusting in her seat. She looked, almost a little flustered. “My plan will work out better than last time in Haven and I don’t want to hear anything more about it.” Bianca said quietly to Napoli, the disaster that was ‘A Date With An Angel’ couldn’t be understated. But alas, season two would be a righteous victory.

“Besides I expect everyone here will try out which should bring the class average up substantially.” Bianca said, effortlessly recovering after her flustered whisper. That was to be expected though. After all the nickname ‘Angel’ didn’t just come from her wings. A lot of it came from her personality.

It was first given to Bianca when a man walked into her music final in Haven two years ago. She had this habit of spreading her wings whenever she played the piano. And from that day forward to Haven she was ‘The Angel’. But to VGNB she was still the same old cocky bitch.
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"Timeout! Timeout! Timeout!", Jack furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head slightly in disbelief. He was about to step forward and just punch him again, but before he could, the guy pulled out a flashbang after yelling to close your eyes. Of course, he'd rather avoid being stunned, so he covered his eyes as he threw it down. Normally, Jack could've stopped this, his semblance was fast enough, but the way this guy was caught him completely off guard. By the time he removed his arm from his face, there were three clones, running in three different directions.

"I guess this is a good chance to try a new trick...", he said to himself. He took out one dagger, and stabbed it into the floor in front of him, before getting the other and throwing it at one of the clones. It swept clean past them, but as it did, Jack used his daggers as lightning rods for his Semblance, essentially to enable him to use small bursts of his Lightning Rod special. Instantly punching the clone in the front and back, retrieving the dagger on arrival, and then returning to the dagger he struck into the ground.

"Hm... not that one", he said, there were two left. The only place they could run is around this battlefield, why though? How did this guy even plan on winning...? In any case, he repeated the technique with the second one, and into a poof of smoke that one goes too. By the time he was onto the third one, he was turning a corner. Jack clicked his tongue in annoyance and dashed his way after the clown.
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Gratia Mindaro - "Dei Tour" (It's stuck in my head you goddamned shithead!)

"I don't have the time to date you."

The remains of her second slice of pizza descended down her oesophagus. She quietly reached for her next slice, letting her eyes linger on the cheese-covered olives somehow attached to the thick crust of the pastry. Sauce haphazardly painted the box; such a waste, whoever was responsible for making the pizza, while skilled in bringing out the flavour of all the ingredients, was horrible at properly preparing the food. Likely some unmotivated teenager working for minimum wage. Fucking fatasses; they were getting paid and they weren't even trying to shit out quality.

Gratia chewed on the slice, far more solemn than she had previously been when dealing with Fiordilatte. Her "compatriot" was one of the few people that could consistently bring her out of her standard impassivity; otherwise, she was usually quiet and aloof, rarely speaking her mind unless directly addressed, and even then, there wouldn't be much for her to say. Dealing with others was honestly a waste of time, unless they were annoying shits who deserved to be lambasted by her long strings of rude epithets.

"It's real fucking creepy that you're letting Fiordilatte sleep on your feathers though," continued the Hunter upon a slight pause. "It's like Venetia giving him an ass cushion made from her own fucking hair."
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Emerald - Tour -

Another thing about Emmy was that she was a very fast eater. It took her roughly five minutes to finish her food and wash it down with soda. She was on a very quick schedule that allowed her to do as many things as she could...quickly!

Hmmm, I actually don't have anything to do now. She tossed her schedule into the recycle bin, deciding to listen in on the on going conversations in front of her instead. It seemed they were mostly talking about feather pillows and some really elaborate scheme to get dates. What was with these interviews? Was it not simple enough to just ask her out? Or maybe she ask them out? Emerald didn't really get it, but it sounded like too much of a hassle and kind of boring. She prefered to hang out with people and get to know them first anyway. Though she never had gotten farther than that with anyone... Silly friendzones.

She didn't want to go on stupid dates anyway, she'd rather just goof around and have fun with people. Speaking of fun...

The wind started to pick up in the dining hall, empty paper plates, loose napkins, and other light objects were blown into the air. It was pretty odd since they weren't even outside, but Emmy knew better.

"Where's that breeze coming from?" She 'wondered' out loud, looking confused. However she was smirking on the inside.
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Sapphire Rode - Shelter Lab - Sapphire Vs. Pop

Sapphire's speed was not just limited to her movement. Though she may not have Pop's ability to observe everything around her as though time had stopped, she could still take in large amounts of information at once. The moment the scapel left Pop's hand, Sapphire disregarded it as a distraction. It was aimed flashily and in no danger of hitting her. It was meant to draw her focus.

Each of Pop's moves were well planned and smoothly executed. He stepped firmly out of the her line of fire blocking the shotgun's path with his left hand and his right in a true boxer's fashion was aimed in a hook at her kneeling leg.

Sapphire, in the three seconds she had to think about it, knew she could never get her knee out of the way in time to avoid the hit so instead she swung the end of her polearm that had formerly been pointing at Pop down using her knee as a focal point. The pivot jammed the barrel's muzzle straight into the floor tiles placing her weapon firmly between Pop's fist and her leg. A metallic thunk announced that the obstruction had done its job. Pushing off the polearm to keep from overbalancing, Pop leaned back.

Sapphire then levered her weapon off her leg and used it to push herself off the ground and several steps back from Pop. She didn't like retreating in battle but sometimes it was required.

Even though Pop knew he had the advantage, no gleeful smile greeted Sapphire as he returned to a neutral boxing stance. No joy lay for the man in the art of combat, particularly in an unfair fight. No time was wasted on rumination however; Pop moved forward again, lifting up his front leg and springing with his back leg to cover the distance. He punched four times in quick succession, all aimed at either Sapphire's jaw, nose, or temple, chambering each strike.

Pop had said he was a boxer and true to his word he was fighting like one, jabs aimed at the jaw, nose, temple, the vulnerable points from a boxing standpoint. The logical solution was to jump back but they weren't in an arena, they were in an operating room filled with equipment. Sapphire didn't have the space so instead she ducked under or to the side of the blows darting to Pop's side. She gave his fists a wider berth than she normally would very aware of the fact that Pop's fists could change course suddenly in reaction to her movements.

As much as she loved her polearm Sapphire didn't have the right amount of space in this room to wield it without hitting it on the various pieces of machinery scattered around. Sapphire clicked the weapons apart but left the grip extended giving herself two half staffs to combat Pop's fists with. She aimed the first at the side of Pop's face and the second for his lower abdomen confident that he couldn't block both without comprising himself.

Now at a loss for room to move back, it appeared that Sapphire was dashing elsewhere. Continuing to use his semblance, Pop turned as much as he could to face the girl before she attacked once again. He bent his arm into an elbow and raised it to cover his neck, and was a few inches toward blocking the second strike when he had a hunch. Hmm. His semblance sped his perception up so much that it looked like time had stopped, giving him twenty seconds to think about what was happening. Though she had challenged him, Sapphire was smarter than she gave herself credit for. Blocking both strikes would put him in an awkward position, one that might render further plans of action unwise.

Instead, Pop let the second block hit his abdomen, and tried to ignore the resulting jolt to his semblance. Pop's next motion was twofold: first, he quickly lowered his elbowed arm straight down to clamp over Sapphire's half-staff, keeping it pressed against him. The other arm came around in a hook punch directed at Sapphire's face, and as the left side of his body turned toward her, the right hand side -where her weapon was held- turned away. If Sapphire didn't let go or find a way to weaken his grip, she'd be pulled straight toward him and brutally subjected to his punch.

Contrary to his appearance Pop was actually a very capable fighter. Sapphire's attacks had been intended to throw him into a vulnerable position but rather than trying to block both blows like most people would Pop let the second catch him in the side. It can't have been pleasant but with his substantial body mass and the style of fighting he was used to taking a blow like that wouldn't do as much damage as the same force directed at Sapphire.

Following letting her staff hit him Pop actually took hold of her weapon, pinning it between the side of his chest and his arm, the blade pressed flat and unusable. Sapphire felt the tug of his side moving away from him before the punch was actually formed and she knew what was coming. If she didn't think of something quickly she could easily lose her weapon and while she wasn't exactly defenseless without it Sapphire didn't fancy going toe to toe with a professional boxer.

Sapphire's training with her father had taught her that in a fight when someone applies force to you, whether it be a grap, a push, or a hold the worst possible thing you could do was resist. That was exactly what they expected, that was what were they prepared for. Instead as Sapphire felt the yank on her half-staff she let the momentum carry her. She ducked down using his own force to slid under his attack.

Of course the force that carried her wasn't enough to move her all the way to the other side of Pop. She stopped just past him but her goal had been accomplished. Her half-staff had shifted under Pop's arm. The barrel wasn't quite pointed strait towards his shoulder but it was close enough. Sapphire pulled the trigger.

As keen as ever Pop was able to barely weasel out of the way of Sapphire's shot. As counter intuitive as it might have seemed to a less experienced man, closer was better when it came to firearms. The polearm's dust payload, however, surprised him. A silvery flash and crackling noise announced that the dust shell had hit the ceiling, close to the glass dome but not quite. Ice sprang from the impact site and fell just as quickly, a shower of pointed crystal. Not wanting to risk unnecessary damage to his aura, Pop jumped back, ignoring Sapphire for now. Some shards of icy glass still found their way to him, eking a little from his semblance. He flipped the tool trolley over, spilling various tweezers and things upon the floor, making it into a crude shield that he then punched across the slick tiles in Sapphire's direction.

With Pop's masterful use of his semblance he truly was a formidable foe to be in combat with. If Sapphire had been fighting nearly anyone else that would have been the end of the battle. Knowing what she was doing as she did it however Pop leveraged himself just out of the way of the dustshot that Sapphire had unleashed. Sapphire had known one of her half-staffs was loaded with fire the other with ice. This was the ice cartridge.

Massive growth of crystallized water grew over the ceiling at an incredible rate. Too fast, in seconds the ice had compromised the structural integrity of crystal ceiling. Pop knowing what was happening released Sapphire's weapon and turned a tool trolley on it's side as cover. Sapphire still on the ground from her last attack didn't have that luxury. Fast as she could Sapphire rolled to the edge of the room and out of the way as a huge chunk of ice and ceiling collapsed where she and Pop had been fighting seconds earlier.))

Though Sapphire had gotten out of the initial impact zone the ice shattered on the ground propelling small chucks in all directions. Having no protection of her own Sapphire aimed her remaining loaded gun at the ground. The fire round exploded out of the barrel creating a barrier of flames between Sapphire and the incoming ice.

In theory the ice and fire would cancel each other out. There was however something that Sapphire hadn't taken into consideration. The projectiles were not all ice. Some were made of crystal from the ceiling. Though the flames melted the ice the crystals pierced Sapphire's protection.

Having to move left Sapphire flipped her back towards the danger hoping to minimize the damage. She felt nine jolting impacts, each painful but rejected by either her jacket or her aura. That is, all but two. Two particularly sharp pieces of crystal made contact with her skin directly. One grazed her side and the other cut into her back lodging about half an inch in.

Sapphire was breathing heavily now. She heaved herself to her feet as the rubble and dust kicked up by the ice settled. Sapphire was just too late the realize that Pop, the moment he had no longer needed his shield had punched the tool trolley directly at her. There were still bits of the room that were burning but that wouldn't be any sort of defense. The door was on this wall but too far to reach.

At the last moment Sapphire leaped into the air and managed to grab hold of of section of crystal in the ceiling that was now full of holes with one hand. The trolley hit the wall with force and Sapphire was glad she hadn't been standing there. Her back was burning as she dropped back to the ground swinging to the side to avoid the now stationary trolley.

The jolt of the drop sent a shot of pain threw her back but Sapphire ignored it as she scanned the ruins of the operating room for her opponent.

She received verbal confirmation before visual, for the melding of fire and ice had created a haze of vapor that helped obscure the scientist's position. "Have you figured it out yet? One young trainee stands no chance. You oughta give up now...I might still let you leave in peace!" The enunciated word came along with a fist from Sapphire's right, this one aimed at her ribs.

Visibility in the operating room had become dangerously low. This was however more of a boon for Sapphire than it was for Pop. With his semblance it likely that she still wouldn't be able to surprise him completely but the fog granted her the opportunity to make sure that he didn't see everything she was going to do a mile off.

Sapphire's semblance had a rather serious side effect which induced blindness after she stopped using it. Because of this she'd received training from her father how to fight in this state. Perhaps she wasn't as competent without the use of her eyes but she wasn't helpless either. She knew how to use her other senses to detect an enemy, displacements in the air signalling a fist was coming, squeak of a shoe on the floor indicating her opponents position.

It turned out however that she didn't need to utilize these skills at all because Pop began to speak. She still couldn't see him through the haze but she heard his voice. Rather than turning towards him she waited. He was threatening her, telling her she could never win and shouldn't bother trying. Sapphire smiled slightly. If he wanted her to stop it meant that there was a decent chance of him losing this fight and as her father had always said, "Admitting the possibility of defeat increased the odds of it happening. Never go into a battle believe loss in inevitable. If you do, it will be."

When the punch came Sapphire was ready. She had been expecting an attack and she could feel the disrupted air and hear the fist punch through the mist. As it headed for her right side Sapphire twisted nimbly out of the way and hit Pop's outstretched arm with one of her half-staffs. With her opponent temporarily off balance Sapphire knew this was the time to strike. She aimed her other weapon at Pop's neck, the blade of it on point. It wouldn't kill him, not with his aura in as good a condition as it was but if it made contact properly it should take sizable chunk out of Pop's protection.

Growling, Pop moved to fix his error. Rather shortsightedly, he had thought that the vapor in the room would mask his presence and increase his advantage; instead, it had worked both ways, and kept him from being able to figure out what Sapphire's counterattack would do. Unable to get a good view, he'd no choice but to deactivate his semblance and allow what was about to happen do so. He did, however, decide that Sapphire was too credible a threat to be played around with, particularly as the girl's blade connected with his neck, gashing his aura substantially--even enough to let the edge nick his skin through the remainder.

Now that he was close enough for sight to no longer be an issue, Pop could use his semblance to ensure his next move's success. The doctor snaked his own extended arm around Sapphire's, capturing it almost completely, and clamped his hand on Sapphire's throat. "We're done here." Employing the full force of his weight, he pushed forward, shoving Sapphire sideways against the wall, wedging her other arm. His grip on her windpipe tightened, and the doctor began to squeeze.

The next thing that Pop did took Sapphire completely by surprise. She'd stabbed him in the neck, he should have recoiled, he should have reacted, she could plainly see she'd drawn blood. Instead however it seemed as though she'd only enraged him.

His hands shot out like vipers. One capturing the arm of the weapon that had just injured him and the other clamped around her throat like a vice. Using his substantially superior body mass Pop thrust Sapphire against the wall pinning her remaining arm and both her weapons. The half-staffs fell from her grip, clattering on the ground as Pop constricted her windpipe.

She could feel it coming, the darkness, unconsciousness. Pinpricks of light burst against her vision and her head started to feel like as though it was disconnected from her body. On the other side her body seemed to double in weight. Her stomach convulsed violently and her body tried to force the obstruction from her windpipe unaware that it was an exterior threat.

Sapphire managed to suck in a tiny breath through Pop's grip. She needed a weapon. Something to dislodge his hand. Anything would do. Instinctively Sapphire clapped the arm Pop had pinned with his own trying to activate Morpheus, if she could just release even one of her mother's weapons she could use the rocket or the dust cartridge to free herself.

She slapped her wrist over and over again into the wall but nothing happen. She didn't have them with her. They'd fallen from the airship and more than likely over the edges of the Beacon waterfall.

Her head bucked violently and her body jerked and flailed every direction but to no avail. Her strength in battle had never been in strength itself. She was no match for the strength Pop was exerting on her.

She could feel it, blackness started to enter her vision and her body began to slow. She could barely see Pop's face in detail anymore and she remember thinking in that moment. Damn the furball, I'll kill him if I get out of this
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Kuhaku Shiro, Abel Fulgurate, Gren Orchid vs. Goldilocks the Giant Iguana

White ears twitching Shiro cocked an eyebrow, detecting a large presence heading their way. Apparently, Scoot detected the same thing as he stood straight atop Shiro's white head of hair looking in the same direction. Before Shiro could get a good look at what approached, Scoot jumped off of his head and scrabbled away. Telepathically exclaiming "Fun! Food!" and running off in a random direction. Shocked at the idea of potentially losing his new friend, Shiro chased after him leaving the girls behind as he ducked into a random hallway after Scoot.

"Ah! Scoot! Where are you going! Get back here! I have to show you to my friends!" He cried out after Scoot, chasing after the tiny thing and having forgotten the two Faunus girls to whom he was speaking with earlier.

Gren ran down the hall, doing his best to try to avoid any more attention. While he hasn't seen any guardsmen yet, if the animals are released who knows what else would find him. He only knew about the big iguana; for all he could guess, there may be a whole zoo of super powered animals kept here. Gren continued to run through the halls when as he turned a corner he saw two faunas girls. One of them looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't place it at the moment. But they froze like deer in headlights, particularly the deer faunus, and Gren himself paused a moment just to analyze their threat level. Which wasn't very high to be honest, but who knows what they might do. Or what they might know.

"Do you know where the security office on this level is?"

The squirrel girl had already turned bushy tail to run, but her companion seized her by it. "Don't panic, we've already worked this out with Shiro." Her eyes flickered toward the snow tiger faunus, who stood only a couple meters away, though perhaps somewhat hidden by an outcropping of wall. Coral affixed Gren with a steely gaze. "It's back the way you came, I think. What did you do with my friends?"

Back towards the iguana? Gren was going to need to find an alternative path if that was the case. If the Iguana didn't find a way around the barrier and fire itself. Gren made it a point not to answer her about her friends however. He would either lie or tell her the truth, but since one of them mentioned Shiro, he guessed that they already spoke to him. Gren wasn't sure what Shiro would do, perhaps he would go find Sapphire and try to help her. Or try to stop her. Gren debated if he should go find him or continue with his mission. He knew he couldn't call him since he broke his SCROLL. So he turned to the girls once more.

"Where is Shiro?"

With a barely-restrained anger fairly surprising for a woman her size, Coral indicated Shiro with a point of her finger. "Just...there. Take him and get out of our hair."

Shiro chased Scoot in a circle, low to the ground and not exactly focused on much else. Scoot enjoyed the little game and quickly did a 180 degree turn back toward the way they came. Shiro, unable to turn on a dime like Scoot, tripped over his own feet and faceplanted. Coughing up some dust, Shiro looked up at Scoot escaping and grinned. Doing a little butt wiggle, Shiro got into a pouncing position and tightened his leg muscles. With a powerful lunge, Shiro suddenly appeared out of the doorway with Scoot the ferret trying to leap away from him.

Time slowed and crawled to a near halt as Shiro emerged from the door way and relinked with the two Faunus girls still standing there along with Gren. Shiro only had enough time to process a single thought. "Oh, hey! It's Gren!"

"Gr-..!"

A sudden spike exploded from the ground right into Gren, rudely cutting off his speech. Due to his close proximity to Gren, Shiro's midair lunge was thrown off and he was sent flying/rolling into the nearest wall along with Scoot. His back and head slamming squarely against the wall, Shiro coughed and winced as he held the back of his skull together. Opening an eye, Shiro growled as got into his 'Combat mode'.

Nodding his head Gren called out to Shiro. Or at least he was, before a spike rammed out from the ground and into Gren. It sent him bouncing off the walls, ceiling, and onto the ground. There were cracks in his armor from the surprise attack, but as soon as he landed he activated his protective aura. Looking up he saw the iguana, not even scratched. "Curses. Go! Get out of here!" Gren rolled off to the side as another spike emerged from below him, but what he didn't expect was for another one to grow at the same time. His Aura protected him from getting impaled, but still launched him into the ceiling. Activating his semblance to stick on the ceiling Gren got to his feet, The God Eater now in hand.

"Persistent bastard."

As Shiro's eyes shifted to their ice-blue color and his body became marked by his 'stripes', His eyes followed Gren's movement but he quickly looked away as Abel's voice broke him from his focus.

"Holy cow, look at the size of that lizard," came a voice from behind Shiro. Abel, having heard the massive tumult, ran back through the corridor toward his teammates. "He's even bigger that the one I killed." Ampere in hand, he advanced until he stood by Shiro's side. The faunus girls, meanwhile, had fled, and their departure was heralded by a guttural grumbling sound from the oversized reptile.

Dusting himself off and standing, Shiro scooped up Scoot and brought him to his face. "You should probably run off and find somewhere safe, little buddy. I'll introduce you to my friends later." Shiro petted the ferret and set him down, brandishing Kladenets and Perun.

The massive iguana charged at the nearest target, Gren, trying to bulldoze the cyborg beneath its weight and crumple him in his own armor.. Not close enough to help physically, Abel shifted his Ampere to Staff Mode and loosed a lightning bolt at the reptile's face, stinging enough to make it screw its eyes shut. If anything could be made out of this situation, it would be up to Gren to discover.

Shiro watched as the reptile began to charge at Gren, Abel interupting its attack with a bolt of lightning. Capitializing on this chance, Shiro peeled two Dust Shotshells from his belt and chambered them into Kladenets. Hopping onto Abel's back, Shiro used the large Hunter as a springboard -"uff!"- to launch himself forward at the iguana. With a squeeze of Kladenets' hidden trigger as he lunged, Shiro propelled himself forward even faster with the loud crack of gunfire to intercept the lizard's charge and landing right on its face.

The arrival of Abel and Shiro was greatly appreciated, and Gren captialized on it the best he could. Initally he braced himself for the iguana's charge, but since it was distracted by his other two partners Gren instead chose to cover the area in flames.

"Fire in the hole!"

Gren blasted the Iguana with the sticky burning fluids of his flame thrower, but only aiming at the iguana's legs since he didn't want to catch Shiro with his fire. The fire also did it's job to corall the iguana and disaude it from any more charges. But the combined power of the iguana's aura and its natural scaley hide might be too much individually. So it was time for some team work.

Grinning, Shiro stood and waited for it to recover its vision before sticking his tongue out in its face and blowing a raspberry. Stopping, Shiro frowned and thought this lizard looked somewhat familiar. Placing his hands on his hips, Shiro shook his head and shrugged. Shoving Kladenets into Perun, his weapon transformed into its larger Great Axe form. Rearing the head of the massive axe back, Shiro did a little hop on the lizard's face before squeezing the trigger within the guard to thunderously slam the head of the axe straight downward into its head.

Shrieking, the reptile flailed around with the axe embedded in its head. Green blood spattered across the floor and onto Shiro's pristine white fur. It appeared that the iguana's earlier battle with Gren, as will as momentary chance fights with a few security guards, had been enough to weaken the creature's aura. A bath of flame and a Great Axe to the skull were enough to compromise its protection, and now the creature flung itself around in an insane frenzy, its death throes. The iguana had less than a minute before it bled out, but in that minute, knowing that it was already dead and therefore had nothing to hold back, it was the deadliest.

Abel yelled out a warning as the creature began to move, throwing itself erratically and senselessly around. The iguana smashed into a wall, creating a crater in the white concrete, and then dragged itself forward, ripping apart an entire length of the hallway. The guardian roared over the constant crashing and horrible reptillian gurgling, "It's done for, but it's gonna collapse something at this rate! We need to coordinate a finishing move!" Trying to think up one on his own, Abel recalled the fight with the giant robot in the train tunnel during the initiation ceremony, but with no giant robot arms nearby to throw, options were limited.

With the creatures on it's final legs, it was time to finish this. Focusing his Semblance through the walls, the ground, and onto the iguana, Gren rooted it to the ground. Then he positioned The God Eater in it's Terror mode, ready to swing. But he wasn't going to be the one to kill the creature. "Abel, Shiro! Get ready for a Pile Bunker!"

"Whoa, nelly!" Shiro exclaimed as the beast began to thrash about. He was surprised his attack had done the amount of damage it did and partially felt sorry for having hurt it so gravely. He tried his best to hang onto his axe, but decided it would be better to bail. Grunting as he struggled to balance between removing his axe and from being thrown off. With a stomp, he freed the head of his axe just in time to be bucked off by the pissed off creature. Being flung off and towards Abel rather ungracefully. "Incoming!" He flailed as his axe reverted back to its sword and shield form in midair. Landing on all fours, he skidded as his weapons landed with a clatter by his side.

Scooping up his sword and shield, Shiro shoved his sword into the shield and braced himself. "Alright! One Pile Bunker, coming up! Gren, slick the ground! Abel, get ready for me!" Crouching low, Shiro settled into a runner's sprint form. Aimed directly at Abel, Shiro burst forward in a dead dash towards the guardian, bounding forward with his arms outstretched.

Abel sighed and waited until Shiro was in range before reaching out and grabbing him, not by his hands, but by his neck and his belt. With a grip closer to his teammate's center of gravity, less energy was wasted in applying force, and after spinning around once Abel threw Shiro in the iguana's direction, slow enough so that his impact and subsequent slide on the floor, though briskly quick, wasn't overly harmful.

With Abel's extra help, Shiro picked up speed. Touching down on the 'slicked' ground, Shiro brandished his sword and shield. Locking his sword into his shield, he performed an emergency speed reload to fill his sword to capacity with Dust Shotshells. Ripping his sword out, he squeezed the trigger of his to fire off a round, placing himself into a spin. Velocity, centrifugal force, and his total gross weight behind his shield. Shiro slammed himself across the face of the giant lizard. The impact of the attack forced some of the air out of Shiro himself, and he could swear he heard bone crack when the face of his shield connected with the reptile.

Shaking his head, Shiro recovered quickly. Slamming his sword into his shield, the weapon automatically reassembled itself into its Great Axe form. Rearing the axe back as far as he could twist his body, Shiro let out a loud roar as he squeezed the hidden trigger in his axe. With an eardrum shattering eruption, his Axe swung upwards in a wide blue-flame arc to knock the lizard's head upward. Following through with the swing, Shiro squeezed off another round to send him spiraling upwards into the air above the lizard's head. "Abel, Ampere!" He yelled out to the guardian at the height of his boosted jump, reaching out with a gloved hand. Without delay, the weapon smacked into his hand, imparting a slight shock but retaining the vast majority of the charge given to it by Abel.

Landing on the stunned creature's head, Shiro buried the Ampere into what he perceived to be the center of the creature's skull. "Gren, drive it home!"

Gren slide on the ceiling towards the iguana, who was distracted by the Shiro and Abel's attacks. He was straining himself using his Semblance to both root the iguana in place as well as provide Shiro the slick he needed to build momentum. However once he finished his attack Gren could drop those in favor of simply using the Semblance on himself. So using the God Eater to propel him across the ceiling, Gren bolted above the Iguana. And then he dropped.

Using the God eater to make Gren spin rapidly through the air, Gren continued to whirl dizzingly until he was mere inches above the Ampere. And then, with timed precision, he smashed his full body weight and the momentum of three hundred plus pounds of spiral power right into the bottom hilt of the Ampere, spiking the weapon through the Iguana and into the ground. Gren hit the weapon with enough force to produce a shockwave, one powerful enough to slam the iguana's head into the ground as well. The resulting impact cracked the tiles, and the scaly flesh of the iguana rippled once before growing still for good. An electrified spear through the skull in less than a second had extinguished the creature's life instantly, with no more delay or pain than the turning-off of a light.

Abel exhaled lengthily and summoned the Ampere back to his hand. It took several vigorous shakes to cleanse it of green blood, not to mention the stomach-churning odor. Doing his best to ignore the smell, and standing at the back of the group, Abel was privy to a sound that the others were not: the loud shattering of glass. "More beasties?" He guessed unhappily as he looked toward the operating chamber.

Shiro hopped off of the now-recently-deceased lizard and tried his best to wipe himself off. Eyeing the dead beast sadly, Shiro walked over to where his axe had fallen. Removing it from the ground, he gave it one good swing and reverted it back to its standard form before slinging his equipment onto his back. Standing in front of the dead lizard, he couldn't help but feel a little sad for having executed it. It wasn't like the thing was a Grimm. Grimm, he had no issue with killing. But...

"Ah, well." Shiro heard the distant sound of shattering glass at the same time as the others, his ears twitching. Looking back down the hall towards Abel, Shiro's eyes scanned for Scoot. "Scoot! Hey, Scoot buddy!" He shook his head as he looked toward Gren and Abel. "We should get a move on, do any of you know what happened to Sapphire?" Looking both ways down either end of the hall, he saw the two Faunus girls had fled. He wasn't too keen on them being alone, nor Sapphire. But, Sapphire came first. Cupping his hands over his mouth, he called out for Scoot once more. "Scoot, come on, buddy!"

A scruffy head poked out of a stairwell doorway near where Abel's gaze had fallen. "Fun, fun, fun! Here!" With that the ferret vanished, climbing its way up the stairs to the observation hall.

Expression brightening, Shiro briefly forgot his worries and immediately chased after the ferret. Leaving his teammates behind in a flurry of white tail and fur. "Hey, Scoot! Wait up!"

Gren looked at the ferret that... Spoke to him in his head. "A creature with a telepathic semblance? Pretty cool." He saw Shiro chase after the creature towards the direction of glass shattering. If he had to guess, they were heading to where Sapphire was. Gren was tempted to chase after, but he had other ideas. Right now the situation has gone to hell, and he needed to spread his message throughout the entire building. Even if he could find the head honcho of this establishment, it may be too late to say what he needed to say.

"Abel, go with Shiro and help Sapphire. I'll be fine on my own, I need to find the security room." Gren didn't give Abel a chance to debate as he ran off in the direction the girls had previously pointed out to him. He noticed the spike wall that the iguana had made, largely untouched. It must have shrank in size after the fire died out and crawled through that way. Or found another way around, it didn't matter. Gren charged through the barrier with ease as he stomped towards the security room.
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