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Allen smiled gleefully, ignoring Trad’s outburst. It seemed the young man had failed to interrupt them in time for Allen to make an educated guess. Not that he would have failed to latch on to the most amusing explanation he found for Trad’s embarrassment otherwise, Sand knew.

“Good on you, kid!” And turning back to her, he added in a feigned whisper, still loud enough for all to hear, “And good on you too. I hear every girl needs a friend like that.”

When did this turn into a rom-com?

Sand sighed, giving him a helpless shrug. She turned, giving Sepia and her family a wan smile. “Well, nice to meet you. Congratulations on the expanding family too. Now, not to put a damper on everyone’s enthusiasm, but I’d say we should go before someone gets thumped or this one finds someone else to pester.”

Sand grabbed Allen’s arm, pulling him away from conversation with Trad’s family, and began dragging him along back to the main campus. Allen staggered, stumbling a few steps until he righted himself, keeping up with Sand’s brisk pace.

“Don’t be rude, Sand,” he reprimanded, though his easy smile took much of the threat away from the admonition.

She hummed. “You seem more excited than usual,” she observed in a low voice.

“Naturally,” he answered in kind, “Can’t I be happy to see my little girl?”

“Sure. Nothing wrong with that. I appreciate it, in fact.” Sand threw a dubious glance at him. “But something tells me you might be trying to get back at me for yesterday’s change of plans.”

“Oh, that? Don’t worry about it.” He gave her a devious smile. “Rather, I’d be doing this either way. It’s a parent’s prerogative to thoroughly embarrass their children in public. You avoided it when you ran off to Atlas, but I’m not missing this chance.”

“Whether that applies to you is debatable.” Allen winced, visibly chastised, and Sand repressed a pang of guilt. She should have put more thought into her answer.

“You’re a bit too quick to admit that,” he told her. “Careful you don’t give everyone a bad impression of you.”

You’re one to talk, she thought, particularly when I feel like a mother stringing along an unruly child. If the child weighed two hundred pounds, had greying hair and was beginning to bald, that was. Had their roles reversed while she wasn’t looking? That was a chilling thought.

“It’s not like we can hide it, either way,” she pointed out. “We look nothing alike.”

“Bah! Details, details.”

The pair whispered bickering only intensified as they continued to walk.

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Sand was heading to the Docks originally, so I decided to have her come up to her teammate.

Well. I can’t remember the last time I was ignored so thoroughly.

The moment Robert laid eyes on the girl outside their team’s room, he rushed over to her, leaving Sand to look on as the two lovebirds kissed and spoke to each other, just low enough for Sand to have trouble making out the words. Before she could even think of approaching, the two went on their way, leaving Sand alone in the hallway.

Rude. Walked him over from the infirmary and not so much as a ‘goodbye’. Still, a small smile pulled at the corner of her lips. It seemed Robert was not quite as alone as he had told her.

Leaving the pair to their own affairs, Sand entered her room. It was only a pit-stop, either way. She stored her bag under Delta’s bed and quickly shuffled out of the room and into the dorm’s hallways once more.

The sound of sobbing made her hesitate as she turned another corner, where she saw a small girl crying in the arms of a young woman. Sisters, she guessed. It was the day for it. Perhaps she had stumbled into another heartfelt reunion?

That was as much thought as she gave the matter, choosing to simply walk past the pair. Judging from the call she had received while waiting for Robert to come out of the infirmary, a guest of her own would arrive at the air docks soon enough. Better not to make them wait.




Sand eyed the people milling about in the docks. An airship had recently arrived, letting out another wave of visitors mingle with their respective wave of awaiting students. Cheery conversation reached her ears from the groups ahead, where students caught up with their family and, when present, introduced them to the team members they had been staying with until then.

It was almost like a meeting with extended family, one could say.

Still, she couldn’t make out the one she had expected to see from the people leaving the airship. She had been sure this was the right vessel. Her hand reached into her pocket, producing her Scroll to check for any new messages, but the device showed her no new information.

She flung her gaze back at the crowd with some irritation. Perhaps she should have taken her time and gotten herself some coffee on the way there.

A familiar figure drew her attention, and with nothing better to do, she began walking towards the green-clad hunter. She had not taken three steps when Trad turned and slammed straight into a nearby couple, almost earning him a swift jab to the nose for his troubles.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think my teammates have rotten luck, she thought dryly. “That was interesting,” she said as she reached the group. “Hey Trad. And family? Sorry to interrupt. Have you seen a man with gray-orange hair and an ugly beard? About my height but a bit on the thick side? Probably smells of oil.”

“You sure know how to flatter someone.”

As if conjured by her dry description, a man approached from the side, appearing from behind another group of students. As she had described, the man had stout build, exaggerated by the thick jacket he had thrown over his white shirt and suspender pants. His orange hair was streaked with white, and a short but messy beard surrounded a smile as pale as his skin.

He wrapped a hand over Sand’s waist and pulled her into a hug, planting a kiss on the girl’s cheek before she could mount a protest. He looked up and down at her, knitting his brows over a prominent forehead. “Did you get higher? Quit that before I have to tiptoe to greet you.”

Sand broke out of the hug with a soft snort, looking at him with a wry smile. “You probably got shorter. And you did stink yesterday.”

“What did you expect? I was in the middle of work. Not that you have any right to complain when you went out to greet me covered in dirt and with your clothes in tatters.”

She shrugged, as if the point was of no consequence. “Why’d you think I had to call you?”

Suddenly realizing they had begun sniping at each other before an audience, she gave a light cough, composing herself. “Sorry,” she said. “I’m Sand. This is Allen. I’m a recent transfer from Atlas.” She glanced back at Allen and said, “This is Trad, one of the teammates I told you about.”

“A guy,” he said somberly. “One of the three.”

A groan tried to escape her throat as she saw where the conversation was going, but she clamped down on it. “Really?” she asked him.

“You say that, but I was their age once, and I know what goes on in their head.”

“Even then, I’ll be fine,” she affirmed seriously.

Allen looked at her as though she had grown a second head. “What does that have to do with anything? Of course you’ll be fine. I’m not worried about you; I’m worried about them!”

Sand couldn’t contain a huff of annoyance. Glancing at the other student, she dryly offered, “Don’t worry about first impressions.” As an afterthought, she added, “Please.”

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@Prince of SeraphsWell, I suppose Sand could wander in there, but she's got to go meet up with someone and she doesn't know the two, so unless she gets called out by Sapphire she'd just walk past them.

@Awesomoman64 Is Trad still in his room?
@NarayanKWhy would this ever make me want to stab you?

Anyway, I should write something soon. Sand should be heading to the docks at some point. That's where the commotion with Sangue, Gratia and the two demons is happening, right? Don't know about time frames, but I should probably ignore those for the sake of my sanity.
@NarayanKHah, I rather like the expression on her face. Has her vest gotten darker since her last colored drawing, though?

I'm not really an artist, and I don't particularly like fetching images from the internet in lieu of written descriptions, so it feels great when someone looks at something I wrote and says "I'm drawing this next." Hell, if the character is entertaining enough to draw, I'd like to see more.

“Mhm. Yeah, see you.”

Sand ended the call just as the infirmary door opened again, revealing Robert again. She slipped the scroll back to her pocket as the boy caught sight of her and approached, apologizing for the delay.

“Not a problem. You were just in time.”

She took stock of his appearance at his prompting, noting how most of the damage he had sustained seemed all but gone. An awakened aura is an amazing thing, she reflected. She suspected that recovering from his condition would have taken longer than a weekend if he had not been trained to be a Huntsman. In fact, she had to restrain the sudden urge to poke at his side to see if he was not exaggerating the pain in his ribs.

“They didn’t give you a mirror?” she asked, keeping a hint of mischief away from her voice.

You look awful. Definitely, was the first response that came to mind. But she swallowed the words. It wasn’t true, but he made it too easy for her. She quickly curbed the part of her that instinctively tried to agree with his assessment on his appearance if only to see where that line of dialog would lead. It would be plain hurtful, and there was such a thing as overindulgence.

“You look fine,” she answered honestly after a moment of consideration. “Bit of bed hair. Wouldn’t have guessed you were hospitalized if I hadn’t seen it.”

The fact that she could even say those words felt like lifting a weight off her shoulders. She could not have known how things would have gone back at the Fort if she had chosen to prioritize her mission and left the group of Huntsmen to fend for themselves, or if she had agreed to leaving Robert once they realized he was drawing the Grimm towards them, but it seemed to her that if Grane and Trad were safe, and Robert only had slight aches to complain about as she walked him to his room, she had made the right choices where it mattered. It made her proud.

As for Delta… Her actions were irrelevant in that case. The group’s last member had been lost before she had had a chance to intervene. It was lucky enough that I was close enough to help at all, she reminded herself. There was nothing to regret. She would have to be satisfied with the results.

Sand shrugged, jostling the bag on her shoulder. “Anyway, let’s get going. I still need to drop this off.”

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@Lazo Hey!

I'm right now planning on drawing Sand using a different art style, but for now I need to sketch things.

Is there any other visual details you'd like to see on Sand in the picture? o-o



The final product is going to have a doubled image resolution, extremely thin line art, and a soft color to it!


Looks great so far. Can't think of anything else off the top of my head, though.


Their conversation stilled for a moment, as Robert chose to divert his irritation towards his food, and Sand placidly lied back on her chair. She couldn’t help teasing him. She had a soft spot for naiveté of that sort, though perhaps it was more accurate to call it a cruel kind of affection.

She sighed at the thought, then broke the silence as it began to turn uncomfortable. “It’s good that you’re taking things well. When I heard the news from Trad, I expected to find you sulking.”

“Sulking?” he repeated through a mouthful of pastry.

“Or moping,” she added. “Maybe even brooding.” Hm. I’m doing it again.

Robert waited to swallow his food before continuing. “Hmm. Yeah, at first I was pretty down in the dumps about everything,” he began. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m still pretty shaken by the loss of Delta and Eve, but… It’s just… Like I said back at the fort. I’ve lost a lot of close people over the years. Family, friends, teammates. I think I’ve just gotten used to burying it inside. The only reason I had that outburst was because his… death sort of brought everything bubbling back up. I know it’s not a healthy way to deal with loss, but it’s just a habit I’ve picked up at this point.”

Sand’s eyes drooped. She had tried to keep the conversation light hearted by referring to the change in leadership and not mentioning the casualty at the fort, but she supposed this was too big an issue to sidestep. In fact, Robert’s list was quite expansive. One had to wonder how a person could be linked to so much misfortune at such an age.

A part of her couldn’t help but wonder if she was in danger just by being close to him. But then again, if the boy was truly an active threat, she could not imagine the academy’s administration allowing his stay.

So what is there to say? Was that an invitation to pry? This was the second time she had felt this way around Robert, and her trepidation was the same. She did not want to know his pain when she doubted there was anything she could do about it. Contemplating loss, she knew, was a profoundly lonesome experience.

“Hopefully, you haven’t made claiming responsibility into a habit,” she said halfheartedly. “It’s hard to be objective when things go wrong, because latching to excuses is much too easy. Still, one should be somewhat critical.”

Robert replied with a snort, as though he found something about that amusing. “Actually, when Ozpin came to get my side of the story, I… may or may not have been very biased when telling him what happened. I’m surprised my leadership position was the only thing he took.”

“Lucky. He either read between the lines or is a hopeless optimist.” The latter wouldn’t bode well for my future, mind you.

The boy nodded in agreement as he grabbed another muffin and began to stuff it into his mouth. “Mmm. Chocolate,” he mumbled with a mouthful of food.

“Say, who do you think will get named leader? Trad or Grane?”

“I don’t know,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders. “I’d much prefer Trad out of the two due to how hostile and uncooperative Grane usually is, but it’s not like we get to vote. The only thing I know is it won’t be me. Heck, I don’t see why the headmaster wouldn’t choose you. You certainly pulled out butts out of the fire back at Fort Jaeger.”

“I doubt it.” She wasn’t sure she liked that idea. “I’m a recent transfer, after all, and I wasn’t a team leader at Atlas either.”

“Well I know I gave you some pretty high praise yesterday and Trad said nothing to dispute it. I don’t know about Grane, but I could see him actually agreeing with me on it for once. Seriously, I wouldn’t count yourself out of the race yet,” Robert persisted, clearly trying to encourage her.

“Well.” Just this once, it was not wanted. “Damn.”

“Hey, watch the language,” Robert teased.

She let out an unladylike grunt in response. One way or another, that was a bridge to cross later. So then, to change the subject. “When are they letting you out anyway?”

An opening door and footsteps preempted the boy’s response. Sand looked over her shoulder to see a man in a white coat approaching the bed.

“In a few minutes, if everything checks out,” the doctor answered in Robert’s stead. “I’ll need to ask you to step outside for a moment, ma’am.”

“I see.” Sand stood up, grabbing onto her bag and slinging it over her shoulder before moving towards the entrance. As her hand touched the handle, a thought crossed her mind. She glanced back at Robert and asked, “Want me to wait for you?”

As the doctor was stepping towards him, Robert leaned to the side so the man didn’t obstruct the view of his new teammate. “If you’ve got other plans or people to see, I don’t mind finding my own way back. Do what you want,” he replied.

“Hm.” Trying not to impose, she supposed, though that last bit had come off as rather aloof. She gestured towards her bag. “Need to drop this in the room. Will you be heading back there?”

“Probably. I don’t have anyone visiting campus to go meet with so I was planning on either wasting time there or just exploring campus,” the red-haired boy explained.

Then again, it’s hardly surprising, considering what he’s told me.

“Think I can wait for a bit, then. If you’re quick about it,” she said, turning the handle and leaving the room.

Unceremoniously almost, the date had changed. Normally, this would have been Sand’s first proper day as a student at Beacon, but she had quickly learned that a holiday would take place.

She could not complain. Her transfer had taken a turn for the sudden, and some extra time to adjust was appreciated. She had dedicated the previous day to getting her belongings and reporting the results of her final assignment to her superior at Atlas through the CCT. The former, she had mailed over to someone she trusted before heading out, having resolved not to stay return to Atlas by the end of her mission. The latter was handled simply enough, even if her boss had not been particularly ecstatic to hear about her failure to produce any of the items they had requested. Nonetheless, the day had marked a transition. Beyond friendships and acquaintances, she could not truly say she had any other affiliations to her previous school.

Tired as she had been by the end of the day, rest was easy to come by, even in the bed of a deceased hunter-in-training, once Grane had cleared away their belongings. Staying in bed had been another matter. Habit had taken over, complemented by a lingering feeling of unease, and Sand had taken off to do her morning exercises before the rest began to stir.

Those were done, but the day was still young. For the moment, Sand sat at the waiting room for the school’s infirmary, legs crossed as she absentmindedly stared out the open door. Her hair was once again tied in a short tail. The dirtied and torn clothes she had arrived in yesterday had been replaced by a simple grey tank top and dark cargo pants, fastened to her waist with the same thick belt that held her cased weapons at her hips. Her combat boots had been replaced by white running shoes. A small gym bag was at her feet. The casual, relaxed image made her coffee-colored eyes seem merely weary rather than irked.

A set of footsteps drew her towards an approaching nurse. “He’s awake. Want me to take you to him?”

She nodded. “Please.”

With that, the nurse ushered the visitor into the back rooms. Sand took note of the other occupied beds, presumably other students who found trouble in their own missions, but chose not to comment. Unerringly, she was led to a bed occupied by a bandaged, red-haired boy.

The nurse announced the new visitor, then quickly returned to her duties.

Sand raised a hand in greeting. “Hey. You look better than yesterday.” Which isn’t a difficult thing, truth be told. The pitiable condition Robert had been brought back in made her wonder if her intervention had made a difference in the end. Then again, she could not ask for more than his survival.

Noticing the chairs near the bed, she pulled one closer and sat on it. Absentmindedly, she wondered if he had been told of her induction into the team. He had been unconscious when Ozpin had made the announcement, after all.

Reaching into her gym bag, she pulled out a paper bag and placed it on the nightstand. “I brought muffins,” she said simply, by way of explanation. “So?” she asked. “How are you feeling?”

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