I promise to get a Beryl post up this week.
Somebody hold me to that.
Somebody hold me to that.
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Are you the one who stole our warm weather?
Those clothes make her look very bulky.
I usually find it a good thing when the person in charge of keep in the students sane is not suicidally depressed.
This place is a fuckin' revolving door of broken children, isn't it?
Well ya know. They do live on a Death Planet.
I am going to woobiefy Beryl to pieces.
As long as you don't let anyone know it's made from the blood of one person and the saliva of another.
Contests require motivation.
Also they have deadlines.
Also they have deadlines.
Just you wait until I get enough credits for an upgrade.
Should have it by the time 2022 rolls around.
Should have it by the time 2022 rolls around.
Beryl Harken
Growing up right above the slums of Mistral normally made one a fairly light sleeper. Especially when one was the protector of a building full of vulnerable children.
Tonight however, Beryl had been exhausted. Both physically and emotionally after she had unintentionally opened up to Luke. Knowing that she had been in a safe place the young Faunus had been deep in REM sleep within minutes of her head hitting the pillow.
Even so, the crashes, raised voices and general collection of noises that were just not normal dragged her mind kicking and screaming from the comfortable darkness of sleep. With a groan she rolled out from under the covers and onto the floor next to her bed.
She took a moment to both wake up properly and take stock of the situation before rising and grabbing Stream from its place on the table next to her bed. With almost silent bare feet Beryl made her way out of her room and over to the room with the thoroughly destroyed door. There was no sound of clashing weapons and the voices did not sound like those locked in a life or death battle.
Reaching the now permanently open doorway she peered inside, taking stock of the situation before deciding whether or not to enter the fairly crowded room.
Growing up right above the slums of Mistral normally made one a fairly light sleeper. Especially when one was the protector of a building full of vulnerable children.
Tonight however, Beryl had been exhausted. Both physically and emotionally after she had unintentionally opened up to Luke. Knowing that she had been in a safe place the young Faunus had been deep in REM sleep within minutes of her head hitting the pillow.
Even so, the crashes, raised voices and general collection of noises that were just not normal dragged her mind kicking and screaming from the comfortable darkness of sleep. With a groan she rolled out from under the covers and onto the floor next to her bed.
She took a moment to both wake up properly and take stock of the situation before rising and grabbing Stream from its place on the table next to her bed. With almost silent bare feet Beryl made her way out of her room and over to the room with the thoroughly destroyed door. There was no sound of clashing weapons and the voices did not sound like those locked in a life or death battle.
Reaching the now permanently open doorway she peered inside, taking stock of the situation before deciding whether or not to enter the fairly crowded room.
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