Paris Rosaline - Patch - Tuesday Monring
@agentmanatee@OneWayOutParis was putting on his combat clothes for the upcoming mission, a pink and white tailed coat with cream colored pants and combat boots. After putting on his combat outfit he equipped his weapon, Blossoming Hope the only thing of his heritage that he cherishes. As he grabbed the seemingly benign stick from the nearby tabletop the flower bud atop the limb blossomed letting loose what looks to be pollen to the air around the limbs of the bow but in reality to Paris' trained eyes the pollen was actually Dust that would be used to create the string for the bow in combat. Paris nodded in confidence as he used his Semblance to turn the blossom back into a bud. It was still good in the dust department. You never know when it could run out.
But his smiled was gone when the voice of the General spoke though the boat's sound system telling them to be ready for their mission, Paris made a displeased grunt but he was all ready already so he simply strapped Blossoming Hope to his and walked though the door of the room he was in.
While he wasn't the first one to be off the first he was still second there right behind Fern and Ironwood, in which the latter finally told the team what their mission is, to rescue the villagers of Patch with a small recon team so as not to cause an uproar, which was honestly a good idea since Grimm are drawn to negative emotions, fear and panic well within that field of emotions. And more importantly a supposed terrorist attack will be happening here. So they have to evaluate the villagers to the boat in four groups of twelve, it's not what Paris would have planned out but it the best they can do for now, which makes it feel worse to him. He and Fern should've been told the objective of the mission so they could planned it out better and made a more unified choices with teams. But he sighs softly and pulled out his scroll to look where the villages are, all scattered throughout Patch, that will make it more difficult for the teams if any of them get in trouble.
But as he was thinking to himself, Fern walked up to him and told him her opinion on the mission which wasn't far off from his own, she also told him her plan on which teammates should be partnered up with. He himself wondered quickly about the matter but he already had an idea for his teammates. But for a plan needs to be worked with which luckily Fern had an idea for one.
"Me neither but we have to work with what we are given, and I get you. And I the plan sounds good with me, Fern, the deeper would be harder for me team to cut though as the forest will make our ranged weapons harder to use with the exception of Heather." Paris replied with to Fern's inquiry.
after Paris spoke Fern seemed to have noticed that Tillan was still missing. After that she excused herself and angrily trekked back to the docks and if he had a guess the boat. He sighs, Paris hopes they don't take to long.
Suddenly his attention was brought back to the mission when Heather ran up to him with apologizes for her tardiness. When Paris looked at her he was shocked to see her normally neat appearance was instead messy and disorganized. He jokingly gasped and covered his with gloved hand with fake aghastment.
"Heather! What happened? You look like a mess, dear." Paris responded with mock seriousness. But suddenly as he was smirking and laughing he gave a look of sympathy to Heather.
"But really, did you sleep alright? Are you okay?" Paris asked with a slightly worried tone.
