Greyson sighed softly as he laid on the bed just listening to the conversation as it went on. Greyson didn't talk just waiting for Pricilla and Robert to say something about his confession on the mission. Greyson turned to Daniel who was in the bed next to him, Daniel wasn't going to go anywhere so he might as well talk to him. "Daniel lets not talk about Pricilla and Robert and lets just play cards" Greyson said as he got a pack of cards from the desk nearby and shuffled them as he gave him half the deck so they could play.
Looking up around him as his ears and tail fluttered up along with his silvery mop of hair and clothing, he couldn't help but smile in awe and laugh as Scoot had to cling to the edge of his cowl to prevent from flying off. The wind roaring in his ears, the volume of Shiro's voice raised as Emmy utilized her Semblance's ability. "Wow, so you can manipulate the forces of wind? That's pretty neat! Are your weapons checked into the Armory? I would love to see them! Tell you what, you show me yours and I'll show you mine along with sharing my Semblance with you!"
Closing one eye, his vision was drawn to where Emerald had sat a couple tables away. The students gathered there must've been friends that may have transferred from Haven with her. His ear twitched and swiveled, his hearing picked up some voices. One of the students seemed to have said something to them but over the howling of Emmy's Semblance, he couldn't make out exactly what was being said. As he was about to question Emerald about her fellow transfer students, Gren arrived which caused him to break out in a wide grin. Waving enthusiastically, Shiro practically shouted at his comrade. "Hey, Gren! This is Emerald! She's a transfer student from Haven! She was showing me her Semblance! I like her! She's my new friend!" Prior to waving at his teammate, Shiro had subconsciously grabbed onto the cafeteria table to keep him and Scoot grounded. Without realizing it until it was too late, he had used the very same hand to wave at Gren.
Big mistake. "Oh, wait." Liftoff.
Whatever the details of Emerald's Semblance may have been, the powerful swirling winds had gathered enough energy and force to pick up the approximately 175 Ib Tiger-boy and lifted him straight up into the airspace above the tables. Instead of horror, Shiro could only erupt in an infectious fit of bubbly laughter. Fully enjoying himself, he looked around at the few other students in the dining hall as his eyes scanned all over. "Wow, look at how high we are Scoot!" He turned to the ferret still desperately holding on to dear life. "Isn't this..." The winds had moved him out of its local range. "F-..fun?"
The tiger boy and ferret looked down and then at each other. Scoot took this brief moment frozen in time to hurriedly scurry into Shiro's clothing. Then, Shiro dropped. His body right above the table belonging to the students presumably from Haven. Correcting himself as he suddenly fell back to the earth, Shiro landed crouched over on all fours with a loud crash. As the dust, food and utensils settled, now came the wide-eyed expression of shock. Whatever food or object was underneath him as he landed, he was sure to have violently disrupted. Blinking, he was staring right into the face of female transfer student that chillingly reminded him of Sapphire. She didn't look like a very happy person either.
For a few tense seconds, he just stayed there. No one saying or doing a thing as Shiro remained completely still. Swallowing dryly, he broke out into a cold sweat. Without even really meaning to, no fault of his own or anyone's, Shiro found himself in yet another embarrassing situation. In front of new, potential friends no less! Nervously chuckling, he knew he was in trouble.
"Heh-heh...Uhh...Hi? OKAYBYE." Not wanting to get snatched up by Gren, Shiro lunged off of the table and made a mad dash towards the exit. As he bolted past everyone, leaping from table to table, he yelled back towards Emmy. "IT WAS NICE MEETING YOU! I'LL MEET YOU OUT IN THE GARDENS TO HANG OUT SOME MORE!" In this instance, Shiro's 'flight' instinct kicked in. A silvery-white blur as he sprinted out of the cafeteria, all that was on his mind was to get as far away from the cafeteria as quickly as possible. "HANG ON SCOOT! WE'VE GOTTA GO, FAST!"
Scoot's raggedy muzzle poked out of Shiro's shirt. "Fun!" Scoot declared. Shiro sighed as he tore up ground. "Man! I didn't even get to eat that much!"
Well she right there it was a illusion Ciel thought as she gasped a bit being hit while serving it's purpose also caused her to get the wind knocked out of her. Feeling tender a bit she heard the girl scream and noticed the damage around her there was burnt furniture and a lingering smell of smoke not to mention a small bit of ice remaining. She failed was the words currently playing through her head though pushing it back she managed to ask "Luke what do you think we should do with her?" As she slowly got up she was going to be bruised in the morning that was for sure. Waiting for an answer she vowed to make sure something like this wouldn't happen again she was tricked and could have killed her own teammate. When this was over and done with she would train harder not only her body but her mind as well to make sure she won't fall for the same trick again. Keeping her eye on the girl she would make sure that things don't happen the same way again in case she decided to act out just in case.
His eyes narrowed, half in thought, and half in suspicion. She didn't seem to be faking that very, very obvious panic, despair, and fear, but it most be remembered that her whole schtick was deception. Illusion. With that in mind, there wasn't exactly such a thing as being too careful.
Well, I could choke her out.
But that would be overdoing it, thus why it's an example.
Not to mention it'd just be kind of unnecessary.
Anyways.
"Ciel," he began, stepping off to the side of his newly realigned teammate. "Stay here, and keep that gun on her. We can't risk letting her slip any false moves." No final eff-you's for their opponent if he could help it.
"And you," he continued, pointing at Morgan before pulling his arms, one slightly-tanned and the other a vibrant halfway point between pink and red, back through his sleeves. "Hands behind your head. Don't do anything dumb."
It felt odd, he realized while pulling his hoodie out over his shoulders, to be talking like this. He wasn't usually ever the one giving commands, using a tone of absolute "listen to me or you get hurt"-type authority. Had Dad ever done anything like this? Sure he'd given him a rundown when he learned he was going to Beacon in one of those fatherly "just-in-case-you-need-to-know" moments, but to actually do it in a live situation was...
Worlds apart. he concluded, brushing his undershirt back down over his briefly exposed, well-defined midriff.
...
What?
He worked hard to get in such shape, let him be proud a little.
Rolling the one-sleeved hoodie up much like a locker room towel, albeit with a much different purpose in mind, he began to walk towards the Faunus, slow and cautious, and never into Ciel's line of sight.
Now came the dangerous part, even with things set up as they were. A last-ditch effort on Morgan's part could have an untold number of consequences, somer of them potentially fatal.
He needed to be on guard at all times.
"On your belly, face down, keep your hands on your head."
Clear, concise, and completely incapable of being misconstrued.
As Luke proceeded to arrest Morgan, the conniving snake faunus made one last effort to avoid complete defeat. When he tried to tie her up, she used her semblance on both Ciel and Luke to make them believe he had tightened his hoodie enough to entrap her, when in fact he had completely missed her hands. Eventually the two would leave her alone and she’d easily escape into the night and avoid arrest, most likely to never be seen again.
A sudden explosion from above rocked the building and put her plans on hold. A black-clad figure, making an ear piercing electrical noise, quickly repelled down from a newly formed hole in the ceiling. As soon as he reached the bottom, the figure pulled out a police baton and began to savagely beat Morgan into the ground until she laid there unconscious. The figure then grabbed his mask and pulled it off, revealing it to in fact be Team JMCL's police contact, Officer Murphy. “Hey kids,” he said with a smile, “Good to see you’re all in one piece. Sorry I didn’t get here sooner. So did you find anything useful for the trial?”
Wincing from both the ear-ringing screech and the unfettered smackdown shortly laid upon the faunus, Luke looked up at the black clad figure to find...
"Officer Murphy?!"
You could forgive the surprise. He'd not expected him to be part of the apparently one-man SWAT Team en route to their location!
Once he was done gaping at the whole thing, he quickly regained his senses, and answered the question. "Jack managed to snatch some files from that back room. Speaking of which, they couldn't have made their logo more obvious in the room if they tried." He frowned. "And it almost feels like they did, to be honest."
The frown continued and his brow furrowed, as he folded his arms together, closed his eyes, and thought for a moment. What was he forgetting to ask about here? Something important...
Something that probably started all thi--
!!!
"Officer, do you know where Mokuren is right now? Ever since things got crazy, we haven't been able to contact her."
Please be okay. Please be okay. He chastised himself for nearly forgetting, even with all the commotion, but most of all, he hoped their lost member was in good shape.
Gren quickly lost interest in the huntress who spoke negatively of animals, noticing Shiro having taken lift off. He sighed at first, but than chuckled. It seemed like Shiro was making new friends, which was good. Friends were good. He was going to walk over to make sure he didn't hurt himself when he was sent flying. "Oh dust..." Shiro was sent crashing onto the table of another group of students, making Gren run over to try to get him out of trouble. But it seemed like Shiro was intentionally trying to stay away from Gren as he dashed from his landing position and out of the cafeteria. Shiro's speed caused a bit more belam as food and tableware were scattered about, leaving quite a path of destruction. But Gren was worried about something else; Shiro was going to go to the gardens.
"MY BEGONIAS!"
Gren made a mad dash to the nearest window, using his Semblance to slide across the room with startling speed for such a massive hulk. Opening the window however he could, Gren threw himself outside and continued towards the garden. He needed to talk to Shiro, but he also had to make sure his partner didn't harm the sanctity of the garden. Ass will be grass if anything bad were to happen there.
Everything had gone to hell. First Graita started saying some really not nice things! The things she said shocked Emmy enough that she'd her semblance had flared up, causing Shiro to go flying up...and back down into the table where everyone was sitting. Emerald went completely rigid, that wasn't supposed to happen. She hoped Shiro was alright, if he got hurt because of her she'd never forgive herself...
But then Shiro did the smart thing and ran like hell, looking more than alright as he yelled something about hanging out in the gardens. Emmy looked back toward the tables, one look at Graita made her face pale, not to mention everyone else at the table. The situation was maybe...kind of...totally her fault.
...
...
...
The bigger Faunus, who she could only reason was Shiro's teammate named Gren, screamed about his begonias and ran off and into a window. These people were insane! This is awesome!
She decided that it was probably best if she followed their example, and ran like hell out of the cafeteria. "I didn't do it...on purpose!"
Jack emerged from the next room and into the main casino floor with the Clown slung over his shoulder. Seeing as this one in particular wasn't a clone and was in fact the real one, it'd probably be best he be locked up somehow... Otherwise he might have to deal with him again. As he entered, he spotted officer Murphy, and the rest of his team minus Mokuren. She missed out on a lot of things, hopefully she wasn't getting into any trouble while this was all going down...
"Yeah yeah, got your evidence right here", he said, ruffling into his coat and then pulling out a few documents. The same ones, proof of transactions of the Dragon's Den, but they all bore the mark of the White Fang.
"And does it matter that much? They don't gain anything by incriminating this place purposely, and besides, it's perfect evidence for the trial so why not", he commented. Granted it did concern him too, but he didn't find anything obviously bad about this. Maybe it would be a problem later... It was possible they were forged...
"Anyways, now that you got this on lockdown, here's this guy... And then if you got time, break into the back room. There are loads of documents down there", Jack threw the Clown off his shoulder and onto the ground. Dude was out cold, and only now was he getting a better look at his face. For one, he had a black eye, courtesy of Jack. Wait, there's two... Why tw- Oh right, that first time he punched him...
"Exactly," he responded, tilting his head over at Jack as the team's leader unceremoniously deposited the ringleader of the casino onto the floor. "So why would they be so blatant about it? It's not like this place could be some sort of false lead, right?"
Maybe. But given that this was the only location of interest they had narrowed it down into, that didn't exactly line up unless they had a very, very covert base of operations elsewhere nearby.
But.
Wouldn't that just be too much work? He wasn't sure if the White Fang exactly had the funding or resources to pull something that elaborate on their own. Especially given how easily the people in charge here were handled, by what wasn't even a full team of hunters in training...
Well, I guess there's probably a few things I don't know. More than a few things, in fact.
And it's not my job to know them, either. Remember Mom's greatest teachings!
...Besides "don't trust Beacon's rye bread under any circumstances".
Focus!
"It just bugs me, I guess." he concluded lamely, throwing in a shrug of the shoulders. "You're probably right. They aren't the cream of the crop, if these guys are any indication. They might have just never expected anyone to actually try and do this." An equally valid possibility, all gut feelings aside.
A lovely collab post- MULTI and Lucius. Oswald Connolly- Convoy Escort
Making sure that he had everything Marcus had given him comfortably in his arms, Oswald followed the Faunus man into the cave, keeping his eyes carefully roaming around. "I know you probably don't understand me...but for how little it's worth, I'm sorry this was allowed to happen to you." His voice was somewhat distant, yet mournfulness was clearly present.
The faunas man ignored Oswald if only because he didn't know what he was saying. It was both too quiet and also in a language he didn't know. Soon, despite Oslwald being human, even he could see in the faint shadows other faunas. At first it were men, wounded men, armed and ready to beat him to a pulp if he showed any sign of hostility. But as they moved in deeper Oswald would find children and women, all still quite hostile, but defenceless. While there certainly wasn't 500 people stuffed into the mines, it was painfully obvious that there were far too many to be safe. Eventually it got to the point were people had to move out of the way to make sure Oswald didn't step on them, and he would have gotten a close look at them. Aside from the fear and anger in their eyes, he could smell the pain and squalor. Like the worse waste of humanity had been left to stagnant in a hole, and these faunas had been forced to live in it.
Eventually Oswald would be stopped at the end of the mine, which hard only barely enough room for an old, one-armed woman. It was still very crowded and the only person with leg space was the old woman. Various faunas had little choice but to be pressed against Oswald, their eyes weary.
"My dni nordih irdihm dni tir yw dni piemd..."
The old woman chuckled. She was a wizen woman, likely a wolf faunas. Behind her was some sort of ramshackled generator. The device that was jamming the signal. Despite it's crude apperance it was highly effective for various reasons. But what Oswald could likely gleam is that this old woman is responsible for jamming the signal around the camp.
"You are either a fool or willing to give up your life to come here, hunter. Or have you shed your arms and armor to deliver death to us, hidden in gifts?"
The woman spoke with an odd elegence that suggested that someone taught her how to speak through flowerly texts. Or maybe it was just a personal quirk of hers. Either way the woman continued.
"I see that your leader has yet another message for me. Tis a shame that they chose communication now of all times. But healing is only for wounds I suppose."
Disturbed by the horrors he'd seen on the journey through the cave, Oswald had kept silent the entire time, only hanging his head slightly as he made his way through, making sure not to step on any of the people he was walking past. He was Team MODA's diplomat for this operation, and it would not behoove him to make such a terrible impression.
As he reached the one-armed woman, Oswald awkwardly lowered his body so that he was resting on his knees, before adjusting the food and medical supplies he'd been given by Marcus. After the woman spoke, Oswald sighed, clearly weary from what he'd witnessed.
"I'm more likely to be a fool, but if my death will be the last on this day, I'm willing to accept such a resolution. My leader has decided that the death ends now. Or, more accurately, a few minutes ago. As you can probably see, I have food and medical supplies. We brought three weeks of rations for four people. Four hunters in training, as well as medical supplies. It likely won't be enough for everybody here, but after everything we've seen today, giving you our excess supplies is the least we could do without hating ourselves for it."
Taking a deep breath before he continued, Oswald paused a moment to think on his choice of words before speaking again. "It's quite the twist of fate that I would be the one to come down here. I came from....a place few people know of. A relatively small village, of only a few thousand people, about two hundred miles from the Kingdom of Vale. I won't lie to you, it's been a hard life for us there, though we don't face anything near what you've been forced to contend with."
Calming his trembling voice for a moment, Oswald continued. "We weren't perfect. Racism, persecution and hatred against Faunus exists there, too. But seeing as we're beset on all sides by humanity's greatest enemy-and mark my words, for the Grimm are the greatest threat we shall ever face, no matter what you may have seen by the hands of man-everybody is forced to coexist, like it or not. I fall into the former category. I see all people as just that: people. You don't have to believe me, that's fine. But you will likely have to leave this place. It's not fit for anybody but Grimm to live in. This was my leader's message. Take it, and read his terms."
The old woman chuckled at Oswalds words. "You certainly are a fool. But... What was the saying you people have... A broken clock is right twice a day? There's a truth in your words that you haven't realized. A truth that even we haven't discovered until recently." The old woman motioned for one of the men to take Oswalds letter and hand it to her. As she read, she gave them orders to pass out the supplies. A big burly faunas took the supplies and went strait towards most critically injuried. A few of the men squabbled over some supplies they were suppose to pass out, but a bolt of eletricity from the old woman made them scramble to hand out what they had.
However when the old woman was done reading she burnt the note to a crisp. "I do not trust you humans, or even you hunters. How do I know that you and your leader can truly put an end to the insects? Do you even realize what controls them? I'm certain those humans have told you that we are responsible, but I know the truth."
The woman took a pickaxe near her and began to draw in the space near Oswald. First she drew a circle with three holes near it's center, than a rough, irregular round shape around that circlre. "The grimm truly is our opponent here. My people have stories about this creature, but I thought of it as nothing more than fantasy meant to make us fear our shadows. But this creature is known as the Ehegori, in our tongue. For you, it is only known as the Black Beast."
Letting Oswald look at the crude drawing of the Black Beast, the old woman than erased the image and started drawing a square, than marking various points on the square. "My people lived in these plains for as long as our history remembers. Grimm were always our enemies, if we did not fued amongst ourselves. The Black Beast is one such creature that challenges us as a community. A vile monster with no shape or form, and could corrupt and control the insects of our land. While on it's own the Black Beast is a threat to only a lone hunter, it's control over the vast swarms that live in these lands have made it more of a threat then any natural disaster. It is said that it challenged our people to work together as a community, as the insects do, or be eaten alive by those who can cooperate with one another. I always thought this tale was just apocryphal. But a few days ago, one of my people told me that the beast is real."
Eventually the woman stopped drawing. The square now had various holes scattered about it, connected by lines. There were other shapes as well, such as triangles and X's. It was a map. "He spotted the monster after it sent yet another swarm to harass us. We noted that it seemed to only attack the humans, so when they came we try to send a few out to gather whatever supplies we could forage. That was when one of the foragers noticed a strange figure within the grass. At first he thought it was a cloaked figure, but the way it moved... Like it had no legs, no limbs, but flowed like water. And it wore a simple mask; white and perfectly round, with three holes at it's center. It had to be the Black Beast. It was the creature who had been tormenting us so."
The old woman stopped speaking for a moment to let all the information sink in. The machine behind her began to sputter and die, but she simply struck it with her hand and it buzzed to life once more. "Even if your leader could kill the insects that come near the camp, more are made by the hour. Under the control of the Black Beast it can create swarms far faster than any mortal can kill. If you wish to stop the swarm, you must stop the Black Beast first. Take this to him. Let him understand what he needs to do."
Taking the pen and paper given to her, the old woman wrote a responds for Marcus as well as a map of where she thinks the black beast was at. Various X marks showed different areas she thinks the creature could be hiding, since she hasn't exactly be around to track the monster herself.
Written much more cleanly was a curt note for Marcus. On the back was also a map, more or less a copy of the one Oswald saw the old woman draw.
There are too many bugs to kill. Find the Black Beast and slay it to stop the bugs. The jammer will remain active until it is slain. It is the only thing keeping the insects away from the mine. When it is slain and we are safe, I will turn off the jammers and we may speak.
However, there was a certain... Uncertaincly from the woman. Like there were so many other things she wanted to say, but she felt she had very little time to explain it all. As much as she didn't trust the hunters, they were their only hopes in defeating the Black Beast now. Once it was dealt with, than she could tell them everything.
Oswald frowned at the descriptions of the Black Beast that the woman gave. The major takeaway was two things: this Grimm controlled the bugs, and it possessed some sort of liquid-like body. The latter fact was by far the worse of the two. If only Team MODA went against this monster, the Unsubtle would be more than enough to defeat the bugs, with its loads of high-explosive and incendiary shells.
"I am absolutely certain that we will be able to kill this creature. If what you say is true, and its greatest weapon is the bugs...we've already won. My team leader operates a heavily-armored tank that he can project his Aura around. My sword, which I left outside, is capable of firing a beam of highly-concentrated energy that can utilize the elemental properties of Dust, and my other two teammates come packaged with rather impressive area-suppression abilities. We encountered a large group of the bugs on our way here, and although they were able to heavily damage the trucks we were escorting, they had the element of surprise on their side. We know what weapons to use against them, and what to expect from them."
Standing, Oswald took the letter and turned away from her, ready to leave. "We'll kill that damned Grimm, then come back and figure out the rest from there."
Spitting onto the floor before her the old woman looked discontent. "If surprise was the only advantage you had, than you will lose. I'm certain you noticed some insects amongst the swarm which were... Unlike anything you've seen before. That is the Black Beast's doing. It can... make them stronger, in ways to best suit it's enemies. I should know. It will not take it long for the monster to adapt it's insects and strategies. And that's why you must attack it now, before it can create a new swarm suited to counter your abilities. Or worse, simply send it's whole swarm here to drown us all in corpses. Now go! There is little time left, and I will not spend it debating."
Nodding, Oswald quckly made his way out of the cave, barely avoiding a multitude of the Faunus still inside. He could sense the hostility, the trauma and the hopelessness in the air as he ran past the weakened people who'd been trapped for so long, mining for the Schnee Dust Company.
As he crossed the threshold to the outside, Oswald broke into a sprint, grabbing his equipment and hastily reattaching it to his body. "Marcus, we have to move out NOW! Found out what's controlling the bugs, and we need to hit it quick and hit it hard!" Once all his gear was more or less on his body, Oswald teleported to the top of the Unsubtle, which his Semblance conveniently detected as a single large living creature thanks to Marcus's own Semblance, and banged on the hatch. "Note and a map for ya, boss!"
Daniel's thoughts were interrupted by someone asking him a question. Daniel turned around and saw Greyson offering him some cards to play. Daniel took them, then said, "I never learned how to play card games. Never had the time for them, and no one ever wanted to teach me. So, I'll probably do terribly on this." Whether or not that was true, Daniel had no idea, but there was only one way to find out. "You can go first," Daniel said while listening in the background for the ferret story.
Greyson nodded at him and decided to talk while they played " I used to play a lot of card games by myself when I was younger it was nice sometimes and lonely other times". Greyson said as he looked at his cards and put down some cards "two 4's" Greyson said and waiting to see if Daniel would want to call him on it and say BS. This game was the only game Greyson knew to play with others, most of the time he would play solitaire or 21 by himself. It was nice to have someone to play against even if they were in better shape then Greyson was and would probably leave earlier then him...
Krysthane brightened up, actually this gave her the perfect chance to began questioning. "No sir, we're here for a mission actually. As you probably know a bunch of police officers are down with the flu right now so my team was called in to temporarily assist and keep an eye out. Right now we're attempting to investigate some reports on vandals in the area causing some problems in the area, do you know anything about that? Oh and also, I know it sounds silly but have you had any Grimm sightings in the area recently?" Krysthane inquired, all business now that her playtime was done. Hopefully these knights would have something more concrete to work on, so far it seemed the Grimm sighting were nothing serious.
Ciel - Resolute "I am still unsure on all of this something smells foul about all of this" Ciel spoke up stating her own opinions on the matter at hand. While it was true that these people weren't the strongest minus her minor effort of fear and getting caught in the illusion. "I do think that it could be a front and perhaps we were meant to find these but this could just be me being overly cautious." She continued as she turned briefly to face her team mates. Maybe it was just her but she did believe that despite everything that happened that it was to easy to grab said information they were practically screaming their colors for the world to see. Still she supposed Jack could be right and they were mere peons in the scheme of things rather than anything else. Beyond that though they completed the mission and to her that was what mattered more it showcased to her at least her faults and she was going to become stronger or have a way to make sure she won't fall for such illusions again.
Daniel watched as Greyson put two cards face down and declare, "Two fours." If Daniel understood correctly, he needed to put cards face down as well and tell his opponent what they were. Sounded simple. A little too simple, perhaps. Well, he'd learn the rules as he went. Daniel took one card from his hand and placed it face down, saying, "One 5."
I say your bluffing" Greyson said with a small smile wondering if he was right, it was a small thrill thinking he could be right or wrong on this. Not fighting for your life kind of thrill but it was so much better then sitting in bed waiting for his wound to heal. If Greyson was right about Daniel's bluff then Daniel would have to take all the cards currently on the pile the name of the game was to empty the hand and if they had most of the cards in the deck they would end up loosing the game. Greyson wondered how Robert and Priscilla were doing as they talked about a pet having a semblance or something. Greyson didn't think it was odd since the Faunus were part animals why wouldn't a real animal have one? That was just Greyson's opinion however...
"I say you're bluffing," Greyson said. Daniel raised an eyebrow. Now there's the catch in this game, Daniel thought. So the objective was to lie about the cards they were placing down, and without getting caught, probably. Unfortunately for Greyson, Daniel had not been lying about the card, and Daniel flipped the card over, revealing it to be the 5 of clubs. "Sorry, man, this is a five," Daniel said, grinning. "So, what happens if you get it wrong?"
Vega was left annoyed after the two Faunus left a mess in the Dining Hall as she saw the littered floors of the dining hall while observing a group of pissed off annoyed students. Why did we have to have a freshman with us… As she sighed. “Hey Gratia” as she looked at her with her annoyed face “Next time watch what you say in public. Anyway” as she looked to her cousin “Tala, can we…leave. I’m done.”
“Alright. Let’s continue our tour.” While the tour group finished cleaning up their table, Sarina was talking to group of angry chefs. “Their names are Shiro Kuhaku and Gren Orchid of Team Swansong.” She said in an orderly tone. The tour group followed her outside of the Dining Hall; Sarina saw an open window and approached it to seeing Gren. “Tsk, freshman.” As she mumbled.
The tour took them to their final destination the Dorms. “This is the Dorm area you will be living in. I live just across you VGNB which is nice and I have people I can finally relate to. Clair you are with me."
Out from her jacket pocket, she revealed six keys. “Here are your keys” as she gave out to everyone.
“Anyway, welcome to Beacon.” Sarina said unenthusiastically as she entered her Dorm room with Clair.
Sarina living area was decked like her own personal apartment. She had her own couch and a table in the middle around a flat screen TV left of the lockers while on the right with various furniture around the one facing the windows right center in the middle was clearly hers as she decked out the place with dressing mirror, cabinets for her clothes etc. Three beds were in their but were pushed against one another in one corner. The bathrooms remained unchanged.
Sarina then plopped down on her couch. ”Ugh” As she moaned. “Make yourself comfortable Clair.”
While that VGNB had entered in their room, Vega checking out the living room. “Wow, this living space is big. I can definitely make this place fancy just by getting some furniture and decorations.”
Greyson sighed seeing he was wrong and he answered "if I get it wrong then I take all the cards currently down. The object of the game is to loose all the cards in your hand and whoever has no cards in their hands win" Greyson said as he took the 3 cards currently down and he looked at the cards he currently had and decided to tell a truth and said "two 5 of clubs" Greyson said putting the pair down in front of him waiting to see what Daniel will do...
