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Diamond Frost & Datura Platinum

Monday...

Diamond grinned evilly. “In that light outfit? How very brave of you.” She seemed a little frightened at Datura’s suggestion of fighting immediately though. “What? Fight? Here? No! These halls here are haunted by the Goodwitch, terrible scare! She sees you devastating property and you’re done.” The thief looked out the window: “Good weather today, let’s go outside, the forest is great. If you don’t mind a few splinters.” she chuckled and was out the window, landing on the lawn below and shooting Datura a challenging look.

"Goodwitch? So she does still work here after all." Yes, it would probably be best to vacate the building. Of course, Datura had bigger worries than a chewing out or some vandalism charges if she caught the woman's attention.
Pushing the thought from her mind, the ex-beacon student walked over to the windowsill and looked down. Fortunately, the drop wasn't so far that either her legs or the ground could end up damaged in a worse case scenario. She climbed up onto the small ledge outside the window and jumped. The impact with the grass sent small shivers up through her feet to her body, not entirely unpleasantly. They were familiar, actually.
She turned to Diamond. "While we walk, let's agree on what finishes." She flashed a smile at the student's look. "Aura down, first blood...what do you prefer? I have experience with just about all options."

Diamond’s fingers were downright itching, hungry to sink their claws into that tender neck- Bad! she reprimanded herself, having to control herself. “Aura down, wouldn’t want to ruin that pretty face.” She grinned, not saying more until they reached one of the sand pits. The fresh air seemed to do her good, as she was already starting to calm down. She supposed she just had to get out more. Being alone in between walls led to introspection and philosophy, and that was maddening stuff.

Walking to the other end of the arena, she dropped into a guard. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Datura shrugged her jacket off, flicking it onto the grass just outside the pit. "I hope you don't mind close combat. It's all I really have the equipment for." Not entirely true, of course, but honesty had never been her policy for a good reason. It was only her opponent's underestimation of her that allowed victory in several life-or-death situations.
Wordlessly, the silver-haired fighter gave each wrist and ankle a quick flick. Small spikes, about half an inch long each, now jutted from both sets of bracers. The hidden chambers nestled in her palms and arches remained collapsed. She gave a small nod, more to herself than anything else.
"Start."
She took off, the sand seeming to rush underneath as she darted towards her target. Hesitation wasn't going to get anything done here.

“Hhahahahaha!” Diamond laughed, excited to get to the battle. As she watched Datura approach, she readied her strike. “Too bad you came upon a scumbag!” She yelled back a slip of a warning before thrusting one of her arms forward. It seemed like the entire appendage morphed into a blade and extended meters forward, the tip racing straight for Datura’s heart.

It’s useless. I can try to deny it all I want.

Murderer!

I can try to be afraid of becoming it.

Monster!

But the truth is…

Criminal!

I love the feeling. I am not anymore afraid of the

KILLER!

I embrace the killer. I welcome her. I am her.

This by far wasn’t the fiercest of battles Diamond ever fought, but it left her with her heart beating like none in a very long time. She lost, not badly, and she didn’t mind as she thought she would. That skimpy clothed woman was rusty, but her training was good, better than Diamond’s, and the thief was simply outlasted.

Once Diamond managed to pick herself up from the dirt she has been tossed to, she thanked the woman politely for the entertainment, and then slapped her for abandoning her own ‘daughter’ to hang around herself, pointing a finger back at the school and telling her to go fix it.

Diamond stood in the headmaster’s office, wondering what the summons for her were about. Sure, it might have something to do with the fact that she broke curfew - again - but why would Ozpn himself sumon her for that?

“Oh, miss Frost. I take it you have missed the evening announcement?”

“Ah….”

“Let me give you the details then. As you are no doubt aware, mr. Chideta has left the school under some unhappy circumstances. That not only leaves you with one team member short, but also without a leader. I have reviewed the reports from your missions from all of your team members, past and present, and I decided to offer you the position.” the headmaster said, with a knowing smirk on his face, offering her a folder of files.

Diamond knew she put mostly everything into her reports, and she remembered the fact that she mentioned she did not want to be a leader. But there wasn’t much choice, was there? Someone from the outside? Blasphemy. See how well that worked for Cobalt. Emerald? She loved that bundle of happy fluff as much if not more than the nex guy, but the faunus couldn’t keep her attention on one thing for more than eleven seconds. Oswald? That guy seemed like he was just looking for a glorious end half of the time, and she was not about to let him, or allow him to drag the rest of them with him to the edgy depths. She would at least care to keep them from harm’s way. Maybe to a fault, she could see choosing their well being over the success of the mission, even if the mission was protecting a kitten orphanage from being impacted by a train full of explosives.

She looked at the file, and then at the headmanster: “I know you read what I said about it. Forget all of it. I’ll do it.” she said, taking the file and looking at the files. Personnel files to be exact.

“Well, then, your first task is to select the final member of yoru team. Ther eis one student you already know, and then there is a transfe-”

“Her. I want her.” Diamond said, sliding the file of one miss Valentine across the table. So, Swansong fell apart, huh? Well, I’d take the guy’s grill, but that’s all there is appealing on him. Besides, the girl has a walking gun. Closest to a tank we can have right now, and Tank was awesome.

Ozpin looked briefly surprised at the speed of the decision, but shrugged it off. “Very well, miss Valentine will be joining you from tomorrow. I shall not keep you longer. It is clear that you intend to do thing differently, but I also expect results. If this does not work, I may be forced to disband your team and shuffle you around to fill the gaps. You have what it takes, Diamond. You just have to believe in yourself. Oh and, the shcedule has changed somewhat, so if you wish to change any of your attended periods, please drop by miss Goodwitch’s office.”

“I shall. Have a lovely evening, sir.” Diamond nodded a goodbye and went to look at the changes.

Tuesday...

“Why did I have to keep this class?” Diamond groaned as Peter Port’s voice hammered at her skull, numbing down any remnants of a will to live. And to top it all off, the only period she had with someone on her team was the last one, and even then it was just Oswald. That guy was as fun as a basket of dead puppies. Unfolding a scroll under her desk, she looked through her contacts for victims.

To: Cancerstick buddy

Hey, do you think Prof would mind if I lit one up? Head honcho told me some crazy stuff and I could use one.

And don’t even get me started on the team name...

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