Elle Santiago

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

Ginto tensed as she was brought into a hug, but she relaxed, taking in as much warmth as she could. Team Midnight was a team she honestly considered to be her family. With the death of her mother and father all those years ago, vengeance was the only thing that gave her purpose, but it was unhealthy and couldn’t sustain her forever. It was Midnight that helped give her another purpose -- people to care and live for. Even though Trey was half-cyborg, maybe more, he had a warmth with him that just spelled family -- a brother. She basked on the attention, wrapping her own arm around him and squeezing him slightly, before tapping his back twice and let go.

“Well, it’s good to know that you’re taking care of yourself considering you’re pretty high-maintenance.” She eyed him, still impressed that she couldn’t see where the synthetic skin began and the natural one ended. “What kind of upgrades are you talking about? Rockets? Lasers? A built-in gun?” She made a face of distaste. “This is why I just stick with a baton. I can just buy another one if I lose or destroy it. I don’t see why everyone has to make it complicated. I mean, my latest upgrade, if it can even be called that, is dust grenades…” she paused before her eyes widened, and her head turned to the now-mostly empty front desk, “that I’m meant to get in this shop.”

Ginto turned her gaze back to her Trey. “Are you done?” It was a redundant question considering he was up and about and covered, but it was good to be sure. “I’ll get my grenades, and we can catch up while we walk? Or maybe hunt some Grimm as a field test for the grenades? A friend of ours back in Beacon offered me a discount if I test them.”

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

I'll pretty up my IC post when I get back home.

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

No dude ur okay. I’m just a bit busy with my presentation about the plague. I’m soowly working on a response.

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I totally feel that.

Today and tomorrow I'm gonna be busy, but I should have a post up on Monday. Stay cool y'all.

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

Ginto is a puppy. A fierce one around strangers, but oh so soft around friends and family. Really glad I made this character. I wanna hug her.

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

Ginto looked on amusedly as Trey was told off by the blacksmith, and he reasoned back. She had no idea why Trey just didn’t do as the blacksmith said considering he was swimming in Lien, but this was Trey she was talking about here. He could just be doing it for the kicks, or he was just doing it to be as efficient as possible. It could be both.

She watched as he continued with the tinkering of his own body--she mentally backtracked and replaced ‘tinkering’ with ‘repairing’ as it sounded just a tad scandalous, and she most definitely did not want to imagine him ‘tinkering’ with himself--, his hands expertly handling the metal parts of his knee. She was used to him not meeting her gaze when talking. It happened from time to time, and she’d rather have him have his knee operational for whatever happens on his journey.

“Malfunctioning as you have just mentioned. You know, if we didn’t go to that bloody beach that one time, I might not be having this problem,” Ah, yes, the beach. Memories of that time flitted in the forefront of her mind helped by Trey’s words. “I got sea water in my systems, I felt… salty for a month. Not to mention the crap ton of sand that crept into my servos. I swear, this knee problem began after I took it apart to wash the sand out.”

Ginto snickered at his complaints. “In my defence, I disagreed with Mitter when she decided that, but you and Nuvola insisted. I think they regretted that, too, when our room smelled like metal and sea, and there was sand on the carpet and laundry.”

There was still a sense of wonder upon watching him work on his prosthetics, a kind of black curiosity similar to how someone would want to see how the inner structure of the human body worked. More so, when she watched him patch up his synthetic skin. That line of thought ended, however, when he rolled down his pants, and he stood up to face her. “But you know what? It was worth it. I got to see you guys in silly bikinis and had fun.”

Ginto gave him a nod, smiling still. Her cheeks felt weird at the sensation. “Those were good times,” she mock-sighed and did her best impression of staring back at the past with the expression of longing. She didn’t know if she succeeded, or if she looked like an idiot. “I’d tell you off, but those were good bikinis. If only you wore one, too…”

At this, a grin formed on her lips. The image was undesirable in a way that it brought horror because bikinis were not meant for a masculine body; but, she thought, it was a good joke. “It really is good to see you again, Trey.” She straightened up, her arms awkwardly at her sides, not knowing whether to extend a hand in greeting for a handshake or a fist bump, or a hug. “It’s been far too long since I saw a familiar face. What are you doing here, anyway? A job or a particular favouritism to this shop?”

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

@tobiax Got it. I'll cut off the mentions.

Edit: My response is gonna take a bit as well. Research paper and essays due, and I need to research about bubonic plague for team presentation. I'll sneak in a response when I can. Just a busy week, overall, and I got sick (again) so my schedule's all over the place.

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

Mission was a quaint town that had an idyllic atmosphere. Ginto felt tempted to set down here permanently every time she stopped by but always found herself moving on eventually. Besides, she was far too young -- in Hunter years, at least -- to do so, and many adventures await that involved in the killing Grimm. There would be time for rest in the future. For now, she savoured the quiet filled by the chirping of birds as she slowly readied herself for the morning. Well, noon. Her arrival here last night wasn’t the sweetest, considering there was a delay in the air transport regarding a small, but numerous flock of Nevermore. It was a stressful ride, and she only lowered her guard once she settled in the inn.

It didn’t take long before she felt refreshed and cleaned, donning her usual outfit, marvelling at the crispness of her look. Shaking her head at her quiet self-absorption, Ginto finished off her ensemble by strapping two holsters that contained her baton on her belt, one to her left and the other, right; her main baton held in her hand. Satisfied with her look, she pocketed her scroll and wallet before locking the door behind her as she went down to the main floor for food.

After eating a healthy brunch, Ginto languidly walked around town, checking their wares before heading towards the local blacksmith shop. Usually, she didn’t bother with dust and repair shops considering she was one of those few Hunters that didn’t bother with over-complicated fighting machinery and would rather get on to the fighting. Now, though, the prospect of dust grenades was simply too much to pass up, and she wanted to do something novel. Everyone wanted to blow something up once in awhile.

So, here Ginto was, standing in line behind a scratched and bruised Huntress bleeding slightly with an obnoxiously large, damaged gauntlet, and another Huntress carrying many pieces of luggage. Ginto wished that the latter would give up and go to the inn, so she could be the second one in line. She had a feeling that the repair of the first Huntress would take some time before the woman in front of her get tended to. Not looking forward to the wait considering she was just here to pick up the grenades she was told to field test, she steeled herself into waiting, taking out her scroll to play a time-consuming but very satisfying game: Grimm Quash.

Well, Ginto would, if she didn’t spot a familiar man. Before she moved from her line, she checked Team MNGT’s chatroom and found that Trey did mention something about stopping by Mission. Ginto thought that he’d be gone when she came here, but she found herself happy that she was wrong. Feeling that the waiting was going to take a while, she broke from the line and went to her friend, sporting a small smile. “I see that you’re still malfunctioning. How have you been?”

Mentions: @HueMan

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@Elle Santiago Well, Core's Hammer is the only place to buy Dust in Mission. Going from Atlas to Vale you'd probably stop there if it wasn't an airship ride.

@tobiax

Were we contacted for the mission or will that come up in the IC?

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I wonder how Ginto should enter the scene.