Snippet #2635693

The news drulled on in an endless form as the previous day was slowly brought to the public. Of course, among, was the gunfire in the streets, just outside the tech bar, as well as the smoldering pile of rubble that Jericho knew far too well. In usual fashion, the locals didn't have much of anything to report, besides that it happened and it can only be assumed that a Catalyst is to blame. (They weren't wrong, but it still seemed wrong to just assume it.)

However, it was the rest that Jericho found interesting. He pulled himself upright on the couch as a story was detailed that involved dismembered bodies and helicopter gunfire riddling a building. At least, that was the gist of the important parts. Above all, they spoke on the strange ways blood and bone was either splayed all over, or missing from its place. Anytime a mystery involving blood came up, Jericho always knew who to drop the blame on; Mr. Blood Titan, Hunter. (He wasn't wrong, but it seemed right to assume.)

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Finally, word had reached Jericho that his bloody coworker indeed had a rough night. A night that warranted a stay in the more medical parts of the labs...and a mop. Surely, a riveting tale was to be told by a survivor who held onto life by the skin of his teeth through the use of pure fortitude and sheer luck. This...deserved some fresh coffee. A task that Ozpin took up to both occupy time and to make sure Jericho didn't break anything. For once, Jericho himself was seated in silence, resubmerging himself in thought.