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Wynn 'Leo' Leon

Friendly, energetic, somewhat crazy are just a few words you could use to describe him.

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a character in “RWBY - Keep the Faith”, as played by Senato

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Description

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Race: Faunus, he has a white lion tail

Height: 174 cm

Weight: 57 kg

Hair: Wynn has medium length scruffy white hair, which covers his ears, and falls just above his eyes

Eyes: Wynn has golden, slitted feline eyes

Personality: Wynn is a very playful and energetic person. He never really takes anything completely seriously, instead he always tries to find a way to have fun while doing so. He’s very confident in himself and his abilities, and really trusts his teammates, especially Phen. He’s very friendly, and will often be found at the center of social gatherings. Despite his childish demeanor, he is actually a very good judge of character and can quickly tell if something is wrong. He spends a lot of time with his teammates, trying to bond with them as best he can, especially “Wulfie” because she always seems to be so distant.
Wynn is a practiced dancer and pianist though, having stopped with lessons since he joined Faith Academy, few actually know of this.
Wynn also has a number of cat-like quirks and a deep love for meat.

Appearance: Wynn has a rather lithe form, which causes some to confuse him for a girl from behind. He wears a simple white shirt, with an open, slightly oversized apricot-coloured hoodie over it, the bottom being noticeably longer than normal and the sleeves having fingerless gloves on the end. Wynn also wears long dark brown pants (which have a small hole for his tail to slip through), and black combat shoes.
Wynn’s weapons are kept under his hoodie, at the base of his spine.

Symbol: The leon family symbol is found on the back of Wynn’s hoodie, in a slightly darker colour than the rest of the hoodie.
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Colour scheme: White, Apricot, Dark Brown

Dust affinity: Yes

Weapon: Pakhet’s Fang
Wynn wields two daggers, the blades of which are artistically curved with silvery-white blades, and small coloured dust-crystal slotted in it, each crystal a different type. The Dust crystals allow him to use minor amounts of dust while in dagger form. The apricot-coloured hilts are uniquely shaped; allowing him to switch between regular and reversed grip mid-combat. Wynn can bring the hilts of the two daggers together, after which they will combine with a small metallic string coming out the tips of the blades, creating the bowstring. When Wynn pulls back on the string, an arrow made of dust will form; each arrow has special effects depending on the type of dust used.

Aura: Wynn’s aura manifests in a soft apricot colour.

Semblance: Blink; Wynn can use his aura to teleport himself short distances, he can teleport multiple times in quick succession, however the more often he uses it in a short time, the faster he tires out. Wynn can also teleport his allies with him, however this uses a tremendously larger amount of aura.

Fighting Style: Physically, Wynn is one of the weaker members of his team, actually, he is one of the weaker members of his class. However, he makes up for this in his immense speed, precision and stamina. There are few who can strike as quickly and precisely as he, and he uses this to his advantage, moving quickly around his target in unpredictable motions, making quick strikes in the process. He will also constantly switch the way he wields his weapon to make his attacks even less predictable.

So begins...

Wynn 'Leo' Leon's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Wynn 'Leo' Leon Character Portrait: Regalia Kitsu Character Portrait: Viridian Boudic Character Portrait: Raven Coeur de Lion Character Portrait: Yale Khamun Character Portrait: Indu Tzu Character Portrait: Phenix Sovereign Character Portrait: T'wulf Lupus Character Portrait: Sienna Seraphim Character Portrait: Phlox Cherubim Character Portrait: Ijsbrand Schnee

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#, as written by Senato
Amphitheater

The school’s main bell chimed as the newly formed first year teams filled up the school amphitheater. Upon the main stage stood a number of teachers, some of which the students had already met during their introduction to the school, and others whom they would likely meet during the years that they would be at Faith Academy. Eventually all the new students were seated and the auditorium fell silent.

From the group of teachers, a single man then stepped forward; he had short white hair, and stern light-blue eyes. He wore a white, button up shirt with a blue vest and a black tie, which was tucked into his vest. Over that he wore an unbuttoned white blazer, with light blue lining. To complete his look he wore a pair of neat white pants, and black dress shoes. To his right side he had a walking cane, which for the most part, seemed rather normal and simple, though near the upper end it suddenly sports 4 ‘clamps’ which lock down on where the cane gets thinner and looks more like a stylized weapon hilt.
The man came to stand at the center of the podium. He looked over the gathered teens before finally beginning to speak;
“Good afternoon, young huntsmen and huntresses in training.” He paused, “My name is Ijsbrand Schnee and I am the headmaster of Faith Academy. All of you have come here to better yourselves in the art of combat, to become warriors of mankind, never afraid to risk your lives for the betterment of all. You have not chosen an easy path, it is likely that you will face many, increasingly difficult obstacles throughout your time here and beyond.
All that you will need to overcome these obstacles stands within these walls, within yourselves. It’s up to you to take hold of it, use it, and continue to grow through it.
Faith Academy has always been a symbol of hope to the people of Reverie, a testament to our will to overcome all that stands in our way. As our newest generation of huntsmen and huntresses it will be your duty to become your own shining lights in the darkness.”
With his speech complete he turned around, showing the back of his blazer which had the Schnee family crest sewn into it, and strode back to his position among the other teachers.

The podium was quickly taken by a woman with long sienna coloured hair, wearing somewhat formal light brown coloured clothing. Most of the students quickly recognised her as Miss Seraphim, the teacher whom had been organising their orientation and team selection. “Classes will begin tomorrow morning at 8:30, your rosters should already have been sent to your hand-helds. Feel free to spend the rest of today however you wish, though, please refrain from bothering you upperclassmen in the North, East and West towers. Thank you.”
She then left the podium, the other teachers following shortly, before a rather short man with very colourful hair, and very colourful casual clothing took center stage.

“You kids can go now.” he statedly rather dryly, eliciting a slight giggle from some students.




Cafeteria

Many of the students had decided to go to the cafeteria following the speech in the amphitheater, among these students was team PWTR, sitting at one of the northern lunch tables. Despite only becoming a team yesterday, they already seemed to get along decently well.

“Soooo, you two already know each other?” Wynn said, leaning over the table towards Phenix and T’wulf, eliciting a nod from them both.

“We met a long time ago.” Phen replied with a smile. “How about you? Do you know anyone around here?”

“Oh, no. Most of my friends decided that becoming a huntsmen or huntress wasn’t really for them.” He answered, “Plus, everyone you don’t know is just a friend waiting to be made eh?”

“You really have a lot of energy, don’t you?” T’wulf commented

“Oh c’mon! You can’t tell me you aren’t even a little bit excited!” Wynn replied laying his hands on the table, “I mean, we’re at THE Faith Academy! The tower in the woods! aaaaand we even got a pretty good team! Imagine all the amazing stuff that's gonna happen in the next four years!”

“I’ll admit that I am a little delighted that we’re all at least able to get along well.” Regalia responded

“I think we all are.” Phen added

“Well, the three of you sure have an awful way of showing it.” Wynn sighed as he lowered his head onto the table, cause the three girls to giggle. Suddenly his head shot up again, “I know, how about something to drink? I’m thirsty, you want anything?” He asked them

“Water, please.” Phen replied

Wynn turned his view to T’wulf, “Oh, uh, tea please.” she answered

“And you, Regalia?” he inquired

“I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

“kaykay!” Wynn said, ejecting himself from his seat, before bowing. “I’ll be right back with your drinks, Miladies.” With that, he headed to the center of the cafeteria were a small staff was providing for all the students. Along the way he looked at all the different groups filling the many tables; males, females, humans, faunus, it was bustling. After a little waiting, he found an opening at the counter.
“One glass of water, a cup of tea and two cherry sodas, please.” He said to the somewhat elderly lady behind the counter, who nodded and quickly began gather his requests on a tray. He placed the required amount of money on the counter before once again looking around at all the other gathered students. Eventually he looked to his left and noticed another male student also waiting for his order to be completed. He was slightly taller than Wynn, and was dressed way too warmly for indoors, in his opinion, with a bottleneck jersey and a scarf. “Heya!” Wynn said with a smile, “Waiting for your order too eh?”
The other student turned to look at him, clicked his tongue and turned back to the counter.
“Hey! What was that for?” Wynn questioned. The other student had now become visibly irritated.

“Bugger. Off.” He stated, before picking up his drink and walking away.

Wynn stood there, puzzled by the situation. “What’s his problem?” he wondered to himself as he picked up his tray of drinks and headed back to his teammates.
“Well, that was weird.” He stated as he sat back down with the group, quickly retelling the strange encounter.

“That was Yale Khamun.” Regalia stated as Wynn had finished his tale, “Don’t bother wasting your time trying to be friends with him, he’s all round rude and racist.”

“You know him?”

“It’s a long story.” She sighed, “Honestly, I’d suggest staying away from most of team IVRY, they’re all a bunch of pretentious jerks, aside from their leader.”




Elsewhere in the Cafeteria

“So, this is what I’m stuck with.” Raven sighed as Yale returned to the cafeteria table at which team IVRY was gathered. “At least you aren’t a bunch of weaklings.”

“You got a problem, Prick?” Viridian was noticeably irritated by his comment

“If you don’t like it, just leave.” Yale stated nonchalantly as he continued to drink from his cup of tea

“Guys please.” Indu intervened, “For better or worse, we’re a team now, can’t we at least try to get along?”

“We all know that is never going to happen.” Yale commented

“Exactly,” Viridian agreed, “Just stay out of my way when a fight comes round.” she said as she got up and left.

“Well, glad that’s sorted.” Raven said as he too got up and left

Indu turned her gaze to Yale, who finished his cup of tea and then left as well, without even making eye contact. She dropped her head into her hands and sighed, “This is gonna be horrible.” she thought to herself

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Wynn 'Leo' Leon Character Portrait: Regalia Kitsu Character Portrait: Viridian Boudic Character Portrait: Raven Coeur de Lion Character Portrait: Jasper McTavish Character Portrait: Ecru Talon Character Portrait: Kamar Lucifer Character Portrait: Yale Khamun Character Portrait: Indu Tzu Character Portrait: Arsenic Arisen Character Portrait: Damask Cruci Character Portrait: Phenix Sovereign Character Portrait: T'wulf Lupus Character Portrait: Merkur Quinton Character Portrait: Sienna Seraphim Character Portrait: Ebony Azoth

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In the Mess Hall
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As Sienna led her companion through the cafeteria, she strode with her arms behind her back. Her sharp features and cold gaze should have been intimidating to the younger teacher, but the auburn-haired woman kept striding forward as though she weren’t in the presence of one of the most dangerous Huntresses in the world. Her black-haired companion trailed a step behind her, allowing herself the space to be able to both listen, and to survey the eating space. Her eyes scanned as a machine would have, taking in the more notable faces of the first years as she passed them. Her heels clicked on the cement floor as the tables around her would whisper of her coming, some of them in awe and others in fear. Sometimes, she couldn’t actually tell the difference. She had often noticed that teenagers were harder to read than most people.

“I’m telling you,” Sienna gushed. “That team is going places.” Her darker haired companion frowned and furrowed her brow a bit.

“I agree,” she stated in a quiet, yet authoritative tone. "Although, you shouldn't play favorites." Sienna looked back at her, a patient smile ever present on her features.

“Team PWTR is a gem,” she repeated, the pride evident in her voice. “They’re a very well coordinated and balanced team, and that is rare among first year students.”

As the two of them continued walking, a commotion drew their attention to the edge of the cafeteria. Both of them looked on, one in slight indifference and the other in irritation, as the members of team IVRY and team JADE faced off in a verbal confrontation. Or, at least what looked like a verbal confrontation that had yet to turn physical.

Of course, Sienna had turned the corner so to speak, her smile and patience both gone in a flash. The older woman at her side couldn’t help but raise a brow slightly as she watched the young teacher fume about in her way. It was then that the two of them noticed Kamar, another colleague, breaking up what would have soon turned into a violent and destructive deathmatch. Sienna was noticeably calmer at the sight of him, and turned on her heel to leave the cafeteria as Kamar escorted team IVRY away, leaving team JADE behind to talk amongst themselves. The older woman stood, looking quite uncomfortable and awkward, her black hair twisted into a tight, braided bun, and her heels suddenly feeling less stable than they had a moment ago. She crossed her arms, her yellow eyes following the six figures that disappeared behind the doors of the mess hall entrance.

She was well aware that the students were watching her. She was tall, very tall with her heels, and quite intimidating with her broad shoulders and hardened muscles. Her jaw clenched as she exhaled sharply through her nostrils, causing a few of the nearer teens to flinch, and she made her way outside and into the hall to find Kamar and Sienna confronted my Merkur, who had idiotically drawn his weapon. She waited for the inevitable, and stifled a quiet snort of irritation when it came.

“How dare you draw your weapon on campus, Mister Quinton,” Sienna scolded. He frowned, looking quite taken aback.

“Wha? I was just-”

“A-bup-bup,” she interrupted sharply, holding a single, accusatory finger inches from his face. “I don’t care what you were doing, Merkur. You know the rules! Teacher nor student is ever allowed to draw their weapon on campus unless in sanctioned areas.” She scowled when he refused to respond, lowering her hand and placing it on her hip. “I think you should come with me,” she said, leading him away by his ear. By this point he had put his weapon away and was complaining that she was pulling too hard. He was hunched over as she led him towards Ijsbrand’s office, making him look rather pathetic.

The three delinquent students of team IVRY stood not far off, two of them watching with amused faces as Sienna and Merkur eventually walked out of sight. It was then that the older woman approached Kamar quietly, his gaze shifting to her as she moved to his line of sight. He smiled to her.

“Ebony, hello,” he greeted with a wave and a forced smile. “I see you’ve returned,” he remarked, gesturing to the small travel pack that hung from her left shoulder. She grunted. “How did everything fare? The job went well, I presume?” She shifted the bag a bit and looked away before answering.

“About as well as it can go when the only thing your patron wants you to do is gather the bone masks of dead Beowolves. It was rather disgusting, actually,” she spat, bile rising in her throat. Kamar gestured to the bag.

“I assume that’s what lies in there?”

“Yes,” she deadpanned, her stare just as blank and expressionless as her words. Kamar laughed before he turned to look through the windows at the clocktower that lay on the other side of the courtyard. “Ah, I should be going. Classes will be starting tomorrow, and lesson plans are always a good thing to have. I’ll see you later, Ebony.” He nodded his farewell to her as he turned, heading to the largest winding staircase a little faster than was necessary.

Ebony turned, catching the eyes of Indu, Viridian, and Raven. She cocked her head at them for a moment, and the largest of them spoke up.

“Ebony? As in, Ebony Azoth?” Viridian asked, almost sounding impressed. Almost.

“Indeed I am. You would do well to remember that while in my class,” she remarked. She shot a look at each of them in turn, her eyes lingering on Viridian before she followed in Kamar’s footsteps, making her way to the central staircase of the Academy.

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In the Dorms
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Phen collapsed onto her bed with a heaving sigh, while T’wulf sat by her with a much less audible one. Wynn and Regalia both inspected their side of the room, looking at the knick knacks that had been used to decorate it. There were several writing utensils scattered on dressers and desks, and many packets of unopened paper. Both sides of the room looked as though they had been poorly prepared for their new inhabitants, and it was visibly irritating the four of them. They had all expected a nicely kept room with four beds, not two. Regalia turned to Phen and T’wulf.

“These rooms seem a little small for four people, don’t you think?” she asked earnestly, twirling one of several ownerless pens between her fingers. Phen shrugged.

“I’d say it would be reasonable for two people, maybe three.”

“Four is a stretch, though,” Wynn finished for her. He turned to face them as well, gazing around the room as a whole. “Classes start tomorrow, sure, but how are we supposed to wake up on time if we can’t even sleep?”

“That’s a good question,” Regalia agreed, humoring him. “We can’t share beds can we? It would end up being quite awkward because of the one boy we have on our team,” she said, gesturing passively to Wynn, who nodded his agreement vigorously.

“I’d rather not be bedded on the first night.” He waggled his brows, causing Phen and Regalia to laugh.

“It’d be easier if we had the correct number of beds, too,” T’wulf added, causing another round of laughter. Wynn smiled.

“I’m only hoping that IVRY has accommodations as annoying as ours,” he joked.

“Wynn.” His eyes shot to T’wulf, who had spoken rather quietly.

“Yes?” he questioned, forcing them all to become aware of the deafening moment of silence T’wulf had caused.

“What was with Yale?” She cocked her head to the side curiously, as though she were a dog. “He seemed to be very impatient towards you.”

“I know him. He’s a real prick, that one,” Regalia answered for him. “Like I said, he’s racist. Dislikes Faunus to his very core.” T’wulf frowned, and so did Wynn. “But I’ve never heard of someone getting so irritated by a faunus so quickly, not even Yale.” Phen nodded.

“It seems to me that you in particular are more maddening to him,” the redhead observed. “Maybe he knows you from somewhere?”

“Or maybe he’s just bitter,” T’wulf reasoned quietly, her eyes sliding to the window and drinking in the night sky carefully. Wynn watched her for a moment before looking to Phen quizzically.

All she could do was smile and wave his unspoken question aside.

“I’m sorry, I can be a downer sometimes,” T’wulf apologized, freeing her gaze from the moon. “Just comes with the lack of social skills, I guess.”

“Nah, you’re not as bad as some people I’ve met,” Regalia reassured her. “Despite it being the first day, I’ve noticed a lot of people already talking about you.”

“Who, me?” T’wulf said incredulously, sincerely confused.

“Well, you are a looker, and you seem to have a following already,” Phen answered, nudging her with a playful elbow. Regalia, Wynn, and Phen all laughed at T’wulf’s innocent blush.

“That’s not funny, Phen,” she sighed with a light and exhausted smile, placing her head in her hands. Phen patted her on the back.

“Aw, Cub. Don’t worry about anything. We’re all kinda awkward on the first day.” Phen kept a reassuring hand on her shoulder as T’wulf looked up at each of them in turn.

“No more fanclub jokes,” she insisted, shooting a glare at her longtime friend. Phen laughed.

“Alright, Cub. Alright.”

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Central Tower
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Ebony looked over her papers, studying the name and face of each first year student. Her eyes scanned their profiles systematically, only shifting from paper to paper every so often, and lingering on those she found intriguing. As she finished, she quietly swiveled in her chair, taking in the night sky through her large office window. She took a deep and calming breath, standing from her chair to move soundlessly closer to the glass, her heels having been long discarded underneath her desk. Her bare feet thanked her every step, and she curled her toes as she stood before the open expanse of the autumn forest. She placed her fingers upon the cool surface, leaving nary a fingerprint behind as she studied the land outside, as she had done thousands of times before, before allowing her eyes to find their favorite sight: the moon.

She contemplated the day to come as the clock struck midnight and let it’s chime ring throughout the campus. It’s melody reminded her of her own first night as a student, feeling both fear and anticipation of what was to pass. Her eyes softened as they found the silvered light washing over her as a cloud moved by. Her heart beat in the rhythm of the clock tower’s song, and her teeth chattered every time a new note was struck. After what seemed a rather enjoyable eternity, it ended. The tune echoed for several seconds afterwards, leaving her with an empty thought of sleep.

She didn’t outwardly react to the shuffling she heard, instead allowing it to continue for a moment longer before acknowledging it. Shaking her head to rid it of tiredness and turning it slightly to see behind her, she regarded Sienna with little more than an exhausted grunt.

“You seem tired,” the younger teacher remarked, stating the obvious as she stepped around Ebony’s desk to join her by the window. Her words were met with silence - an occurrence that was not uncommon when talking to the world-weary huntress. For most, the silence would have been awkward and uncomfortable, but Ebony knew that Sienna didn’t mind it. “I know you turn it down every time, as you have ever since I began working here, but my offer for a neck rub still stands, you know,” she spoke with a noticeable tone of mirth, breaking Ebony’s quiet stupor. The older of the two allowed her eyes to meet Sienna’s for a moment, fully acknowledging her for the first time since she had entered the room.

“When have I ever said yes to your neck rubs, kid?” she replied, demonstrating her rare sense of humor. Sienna laughed.

“I knew you’d say no. Just thought I’d continue my routine of checking on you to make sure you aren’t being all broody.” She turned, her socked feet making hardly a sound against the marble floor of Ebony’s office.

“Those notes you left,” Ebony whispered suddenly, yet quietly. “You want me to use them, correct?”

“Yep,” Sienna affirmed with a nod, not turning to look back as she opened the door with a slight squeak. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Ebony. Or rather, today,” she whispered, throwing her a smile as she shut the door behind her with a soft click.

Ebony looked at the black lacquered door for a moment before she returned her gaze to the vast expanse of dangerous forest and hillside. She listened through the glass to the howls of Beowolves and the screeches of Nevermores.It was shaping up to be an interesting year - in more ways than one.

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Character Portrait: Wynn 'Leo' Leon Character Portrait: Regalia Kitsu Character Portrait: Krimm Sohn Character Portrait: Phenix Sovereign Character Portrait: T'wulf Lupus Character Portrait: Laurel Epyon Character Portrait: Oxford Legend Character Portrait: Honey Theo Character Portrait: Merkur Quinton Character Portrait: Sienna Seraphim Character Portrait: Ebony Azoth

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Central Tower
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Merkur paced in his office. It was a standard office, practically identical to those used by the other teachers at the academy, until it was assigned to him. The walls were plainly white, the desk was a bunch of chrome rods welded together and topped with a glass sheet. While other teachers had their offices rather spacious, with some standard ornaments and their weapons neatly mounted somewhere, Merkur had steel cabinets and tables cluttered with assorted parts, wires, piping, circuitry, and things some would refer to as "junk". On one of the tables was a machine similar to Merkur's weapon, Bite the Dust, albeit smaller, comparably incomplete, and bearing a "02" painted on it. Merkur sat in his office chair, one of the only two things left from the original office (the other being the door), and looked at his computer.

"Well well well..." he told himself, "What do we have here?" Merkur gazed upon a set of blueprints sent to him by a colleague of his in a joint program of the kingdoms of Remnant. The plans were for a proposed mechanical suit that would be used to aid Huntsmen in dealing with Grimm. It was...less to say "different" than most mechsuits, mainly due to its shape. Before Merkur could finish looking at the designs for the weapons, he heard someone knock on the door.

"Hold on a sec!" Merkur shouted, closing all windows displaying the blueprints and the computer itself. He then opened the door, only to find Krimm standing in front of him, with his usual blank expression. "Come in." Merkur said, moving aside to give way for the boy. Krimm entered the room and stood still near Merkur's desk.

Merkur sighed as he closed the door and sat behind his desk, motioning Krimm to face him. "You have summoned me." Krimm said with some irritation.

"Yes, I did." Merkur replied, dropping a few folders onto his desk. "The higher-ups are not-so happy about today."

"Why? I did pass the initiation, and I did not compromise the project in any way." Krimm said, returning to his usual monotonous voice.

"No, no, that's not it. They were not pleased with your performance with your team. Can't believe that they'd really expect real people to be similar to the simulations, especially the ones who're working with you..."

Krimm sighed. "Perhaps they are disappointed in the manner I led the team. I knew it. It is difficult. I was not programmed for this."

"You did splendidly, Krimm. They're not pulling the plug on this, okay? Relax."

Silence fell upon the two. The only sounds heard were those of the air conditioning unit and the echoing of the sounds of the Grimm outside.

"She would be proud of you, kid." Merkur said in a melancholic tone, looking at a photograph. The photo was of a couple, a man and a woman, at a seaside park. Upon close inspection, one would notice that the two are wearing identical rings.

"She would." Krimm said, looking at the picture as well, focusing more on the woman. The two were quiet, once again. The veil of silence was broken by a beep from Merkur's communicator.

"Ebony..." Merkur mumbled, standing up and grabbing a few files. Krimm stood up as well, opening the door for Merkur. "See ya around, kiddo." Merkur said, patting Krimm's head before walking to Ebony's office.

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Dorms
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Honey, Oxford and Laurel looked around their dorm room. Before they placed in their things, the room had a pair of bunk beds, one of which has its posts wrapped in duct tape, a couple of desks, some pens, pencils, papers, and books that were not theirs, and the ripped, indistinguishable remains of a poster. Now it had a three beds, one placed at the end of the room. There were also two desks, each with labelled containers, and had whatever collectibles or items the team's members wanted to decorate them with. A few new posters were placed, and the old one was the first resident of the new disposal bin. The room is comparably cleaner, more organized, and less of an eyesore. There was, however, one problem left...

"I am not getting on that bed." Laurel said, pointing at the one at the end of the room and shaking his head. Honey and Oxford sighed. The bed had one of its legs glued together and wrapped in a thick layer of duct tape, like the other legs, but this one leg in particular looked as if it would give in at any moment.

"Well neither am I nor Honey here." Oxford mockingly said. Honey nodded to this, and her face bore a concerned expression.

"Maybe Krimm wouldn't mind..." Laurel said, smiling weakly.

"He wanted to get rid of it! You're the one who told him to keep it, bozo!" Oxford shouted, slapping Laurel's hat off the faunus' head.

Laurel pushed Oxford onto one of the desks before picking up his hat. "Don't touch the hat, boy..." Laurel growled, poking Oxford with the hat before putting it back on his head. Oxford shook his head and reorganized the scattered objects, just in time for Krimm's return.

"I'm back." Krimm said, closing the door behind him. When he tried to lock it, the door fell down (for no apparent reason) on the hallway's floor with a loud "thud!". The four of them looked at it for a while, nervously hoping that nobody else has noticed.

But of course, somebody noticed. After the door hit the floor, Krimm was alerted by a shift in attention from a few beings in the rooms next to theirs. The room left of Team KOHL's had what appear to be three girls and a boy, the boy and one of the girls being Faunus. They appeared to be alerted by the noise, logically, as Krimm notes. Krimm ignored the inhabitants of the room to the right of his, but he was certain they were alerted, too. What would happen next would depend on how they would act.

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Central Tower
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As Merkur was going to grab the doorknob of Ebony's office, he stepped back as someone opened the door from the inside. Much to his chagrin, it was Sienna. The mad professor shot the woman a displeased look. This look, combined with his messy hair and unkept labcoat, made Sienna make a similar face, but she quickly cracked a small smile after a second or so. Sienna closed the door behind her, leaned against it, and folded her arms.

"Sienna." Merkur said, putting his free hand to his hip, slightly turning his head away from her, then shifting his eyes to look at her.

"Merkur." Sienna smirked.

Merkur dropped the pose and sighed. "Did you offer her another neckrub session? Come on, why don't you offer me any?"

"Because, Mister Quinton, you are..." Sienna circled Merkur, thinking as his gaze followed her. "...well, less to say, you are annoying, loud, and you smell." she said, ending with a smirk.

"So, kinda like you then, eh?" Merkur smiled back.

The two smiled at each other for a while, then Merkur remembered his business with Ebony. "Well, nice talk." Merkur said before implying (through some rather quirky motions) that he wished to enter the room. Sienna seemed to understand this and slowly walked away, looking at him all the way. Merkur looked back at her as he entered the room and shut the door. Afterwards, the two sighed and continued with their business.

Turning around, Merkur saw that Ebony was busy with something. He opted to leave until he saw the document she had in her hand. It was a profile of Oxford Legend, one of Krimm's teammates. In her other hand was Krimm's profile, which was held with a couple of other profiles. Merkur coughed, hoping he got her attention. Ebony lifted her head.

"So," Merkur started, "you wanted to see me?"

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Wynn 'Leo' Leon Character Portrait: Regalia Kitsu Character Portrait: Viridian Boudic Character Portrait: Raven Coeur de Lion Character Portrait: Jasper McTavish Character Portrait: Ecru Talon Character Portrait: Slate Quatermain Character Portrait: Yale Khamun Character Portrait: Indu Tzu Character Portrait: Lavender Dantes Character Portrait: Krimm Sohn Character Portrait: Phenix Sovereign Character Portrait: T'wulf Lupus Character Portrait: Phlox Cherubim

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South Tower

It was early in the morning and, as expected, the southern tower was mostly silent, save for the few early birds who were already up and getting ready for their first official day. One of these early birds was, of course, the hyperactive lion of team PWTR; Wynn.
“I should probably wake the others up soon.” he thought to himself as he stepped out of the warm shower, quickly drying himself off. He had woken up far earlier than he needed to, but he couldn’t help it, he was just so excited about his first day.
He slipped into his uniform, which was a white, long-sleeved button-up with the school’s insignia on the breast pocket, over that, a dark purple school blazer with black accents, long black slacks, and neat black shoes before stepping back into the main room, where the rest of his team was still sleeping.
“Hmm, how to wake them up…” he wondered, before a mischievous smile crossed his lips. He quietly tip-toed over to the bed in which Phenix and T’wulf were sleeping and lowered himself to be eye-level with the sleeping T’wulf before tapping on her nose, “Wakey wakey, Wulfie!”
T’wulf awoke with a start, jumping back and pushing Phenix out of the bed; causing her to land on the floor with a thump.

“Uuuugh…” Phen began, lifting herself off the floor

“What was that for!?” T’wulf shouted, glaring at Wynn who was basically keeling over in laughter

“Wha-whats going on?” Regalia said sleepily as she rose from her bed, eyes still half closed

“Hahahaha, I’m, haha, sor-haha-ry” Wynn replied unable to contain his laughter, “That reaction-hahaha, was just haha, so golden!”

“It's not funny.” T’wulf deadpanned

“Well,” Regalia yawned, “At least we’re all awake.”

“That was the goal.” Wynn giggled, “Plus, you three should start getting ready.”

“True.” Phenix replied as she stretched

T’wulf looked around at the other two girls, “Are you really gonna act like this is normal??” though her only reply was a playful wink from Wynn.

“While you three get ready, I’ll go get us all some breakfast in the cafeteria!” Wynn announced before leaving the room, closing the door a little too loudly behind him.

“C’mon pup.” Phen began, drawing T’wulf’s attention, “Time to get ready for the first day.” She smiled

T’wulf crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, “I’m not a pup.” she mumbled as she got off the bed and made her way to the closet, eliciting a slight giggle from both Phen and Regalia.




Welcome back to the Cafeteria

The Cafeteria was slowly coming to life as one by one the student body dripped into the enormous room. Some tables already had their full teams present and were digging into their breakfast, whilst others, like Wynn, were waiting for the rest of their team to arrive before eating.

“Over here guys!” Wynn called out whilst waving his hands to Regalia, Phen and T’wulf whom had just entered from the hall. Each wearing their own slightly personalised version of their school uniforms; Regalia wearing a dark purple skirt, with white button up, a tie and a blazer, Phen wore the v-neck variant of the sweater, with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and black slacks, finally, T-wulf was wearing a white button up, blazer and slacks.

“He was actually able to get us a table.” Regalia said with sarcastic surprise as they began heading in his direction

“I am curious what he got us though,” Phen relied, “Considering he didn’t even ask before heading out…”

“It shouldn’t be anything bad, it’s only breakfast.” T’wulf answered, as she started to think about all the kinds of breakfast he could have gotten for them. She ended up so deep in thought that she didn’t even realize there was someone in front of her, until she bumped into the taller, blond boy, which resulted in her falling to the ground with an ‘oof’. “Oh, sorry…” she began before looking up at the boy she had bumped into, her nose wrinkled as she noticed his trademark scarf, “Never mind, I’m not sorry after all.” She muttered.

“Tch, watch where you’re going next time, Mutt.” He said venomously as he adjusted his scarf, before he continued walking forward, ignoring her.

“Hey!” Phen began, reaching out to grab his shoulder, “You don’t need to be so rude!” Though just before she grabbed his shoulder, her arm was captured by a somewhat smaller hand, she turned to see the stern gaze of Indu. The boy, Yale, turned to look at the two before he continued walking to one of the empty tables, leaving Indu and Phen to continue their minor confrontation.

“Phenix,” Regalia placed her hand on her team leader’s shoulder, “Let’s not let our first day get ruined.”

Phen looked down and sighed, though, to her surprise, Indu was first to break off the encounter. As she refocused on Indu’s face, she noticed that the stern, somewhat threatening look was replaced with a friendly smile.

“Regalia,” Indu began in a friendly tone, “It’s been a while.” She turned to look at Phen who was helping T’wulf up off the ground, “I’m sorry for my teammate’s actions.” She said with a bow.

“You don’t have to apologize for something he did.” T’wulf said softly

“I do.” Indu responded swiftly, “He is a member of my team, and thus his actions are my responsibility.”

“Come now,” Regalia interjected, “No need to be so serious. How have you been Indi?”

“You still haven’t given up on that nickname, have you?” Indu giggled, “I’m doing fine, though I’m afraid I have to go get my breakfast now,” She turned to look at her team, which were silently sitting at their table, eating. “I’m looking forward to seeing you in class.” She said before heading off.

“You too!” Regalia responded, as she, Phen and T’wulf began heading to Wynn who was patiently waiting for them still.

“I feel sorry for her…” T’wulf suddenly began, “Being stuck with that group of jerks.”

“She’ll be fine.” Regalia replied, “If anyone can take on a team like that, it’d be her, trust me.”

“FINALLY!” Wynn burst out as the three had arrived at the table, “I thought I was gonna die of hunger before you’d finally get here!”

“Don’t be so dramatic.” Phen laughed

“Well, if you had died, it would leave more food for us…” Regalia joked

“So cruel!” Wynn replied, dramatically falling backwards, before stopping himself by hooking his foot around the bottom of the table. “Anyway, food time!” he shouted as he shoot back up and began devouring his food.




At IVRY’s table

“You didn’t seriously bow in front of those weaklings.” Raven scoffed as Indu returned to their table.

“It’s my family’s custom.” Indu replied, “It would be better for us to not go through another scuffle on our first official day of...”

“Pathetic.” Raven interrupted, “You don’t even try to act like a leader. I’m sure you only got the position because the school owes your family something, don’t they?”

With this both Vi and Yale lifted their heads to see Indu’s response, but she did not react. She remained quiet with a neutral facial expression. She stood up and within seconds the bell rang, “We should get going, we don’t want to be late for class.” She stated, turning to Raven she saw some visible irritation at the fact that she was ignoring him, but nothing became of this.




Dust Studies Classroom

Students slowly filed into the semi-circular shaped lecture room; it was rather standard in appearance, rows of desks with chairs, each row slightly higher than the one in front of it. All the furniture was made from a rather dark coloured wood and the desks were covered in small damages, from scratches to scorched areas, with small beige coloured pillows on each of the chairs. Down at the center, where the teacher will no doubt stand, was a large blackboard, a desk, and a locked cabinet, likely filled with dust for demonstrational purposes.

Indu was one of the first to take a seat on the right side of the classroom, at the 3rd of the 6 rows, her team taking seats somewhat scattered around where they felt most comfortable. Obviously it wasn't required that teams sit together, but a number of other teams were taking seats near one another, such as PWTR and SSHL, she watched the door patiently as she awaited the last members of her class and, of course, the teacher to enter. Team KOHL was among the last students to enter the class, but she could still not see the teacher anywhere.

“Cmon little ones,” A voice sounded from the door, “To your seats!” A group of students standing at the door stepped aside to reveal a short, brightly dressed man with a multitude of colours streaked through his short hair. He hopped down the stairs as the class stared at the strangely energetic man; he wore a light-blue long sleeved button up with the cuffs unbuttoned, dark green slacks, black shoes and a dark red jacket. “Welcome to your first lesson at Faith Academy!” He said rather happily, “My name is Phlox Cherubim, Professor of Dust Studies, and you better make a good impression, cause y’all are going to be stuck with me for the next 4 years!” He arrived at the center of the classroom, and looked around at all the new students, “Yup, most, if not all, of you are here.” He nodded to himself. “So!” he began as he lifted his right hand and opened his palm facing upwards, “How many of you use dust?” His red jacket began to dissolve away from the bottom up, “Any form is fine, from dust cartridges in your guns, to full on manipulation.” Most of the class raised their hands, as they continued to stare at his dissolving jacket, which was soon completely dissolved, and in his right palm now lay a small pile of reddish coloured dust. He stepped forward and began placing a small amount on the desks in front of each student. “And how many of you actually manipulate dust?” He asked, and a much smaller number of students rose their hands. “Well, this class seems to be more dust-savvy than usual!” he laughed, having now placed small amounts of reddish dust in front of about half the class. “Now for those of you who don’t know,” he began, “Dust in non-crystallised form is very volatile, almost anything can cause a reaction, even the slightest…”

Phlox’s lecture was interrupted by a loud sneeze from Jasper, which caused the small pile of dust in front of him to explode, singeing his face and setting a small section of the table alight. Phlox quickly turned and aimed his left hand at the small fire, with a flick of his thumb and middle finger, a small stream of water flew from his hand and quickly subdued the flame. “...sneeze.” Phlox sighed, as a large portion of the class began to laugh at Jasper, who had been knocked over by the small explosion and somewhat soaked by the following stream of water. Through his laughter, Jasper turned to look at Talon, who simply sighed.

Phlox made his way back to the front of the room, all the students, excluding Jasper, now had a small pile of dust in front of them. “Now the Mr. McTavish has shown us the extent of his control of dust,” He began, eliciting a final giggle from part of the class, “I want all of you to try to channel your aura and use this dust in any way you can; ignite it, reform it into an object, fuse it with your semblance, whatever you’re capable of.” Slowly students began using the dust in front of them, some students including Indu, Lavender and Phenix displayed good mastery of dust, by being able to reform it into an object, whilst the majority of the class simply set the dust alight. Of course there were also a few who were completely incapable of bringing any reaction out of the dust, such as Viridian, Slate and Krimm.
With a few flicks of his fingers, Phlox put out the flames that had been produced, “Woohoo!” Phlox shouted, “This means we’ll get to skip through most of the boring starters stuff, since most of you have got that down.” He threw his arms into the air with joy, before turning to see the clock which warned that the lesson was nearing its end. “Oh!” He said with surprise, “before the lesson ends, Sienn- I mean, Miss Seraphim told me, to tell you, that we realised some of your dorms were lacking in beds or other furniture so those will be delivered to your dorms today during classes.” The bell rang just as he finished informing them, “Well, run along now! Tomorrow the real classes begin!”

All the students began making their way out of the lecture room. Yale stood as most of the class had already left, he exited the room and turned to go left, “Yale,” Indu called from behind him, “We have history next, and it's this way.” She said pointing in the opposite direction to where he was going, he turned and silently began walking behind Indu towards the history classroom, not another word was exchanged between them the whole way there.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Wynn 'Leo' Leon Character Portrait: Regalia Kitsu Character Portrait: Viridian Boudic Character Portrait: Raven Coeur de Lion Character Portrait: Jasper McTavish Character Portrait: Ecru Talon Character Portrait: Rhoswen Lilith Character Portrait: Yale Khamun Character Portrait: Indu Tzu Character Portrait: Arsenic Arisen Character Portrait: Damask Cruci Character Portrait: Phenix Sovereign Character Portrait: T'wulf Lupus

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The Journey

To say the trip from the Dust Studies classroom was almost like a small expedition was nothing short of an unstatement. The first years literally had 5 minutes to clamber up 4 floors of a steep staircase, leading to many, if not all, of the students panting from exertion on arriving at the classroom door. Not seeing their teacher anywhere and with mere seconds to spare, they all rushed into the classroom and proceeded to make their way to which ever seats they decided they wanted to occupy. As they all sat down, many of the students looked around the classroom, finding their teacher still absent. That was until an authoritative, overly feminine voice came from behind them.

“Would you all please stand? I want you sitting in a specific manner.” As the heads turned to see the voice’s owner, many jaws dropped when the awe inspiring sight of Rhoswen Lilith greeted their eyes. Many male and a few females eyes were roving her constantly, although a few were locked onto a very specific area.

“Oh my god, she’s so hot!” Wynn shouted, without any lack of restraint or embarrassment in doing so. While a few of the other students just nodded, Jasper was still cognitive enough to agree with Wynn.

“You’re telling me..damn girl!” Jasper exclaimed with a wolf whistle afterwards. “Oww...seriously Talon? What’s up with you?” Jasper started clutching the back of his head after Talon had given him a rather sharp punch, before turning his eyes to Rhoswen, being one of the only people in the room not taken in by her appearance.

“Well now that we have the usual gawking out of the way,” Rhoswen began noticing Jasper was still staring at her. “My eyes are up here, Mr McTavish.” Rhoswen said with a cheeky smile adorning her lips, amidst a smattering of giggling at a non-phased Jasper. “Now I want you all to be sitting in your teams. You’ll find that myself and Kamar, Mr Lucifer to you guys, have a very high emphasis on teamwork, so my classes are not just about knowledge. Think of it as a class to team build. Now to your seats please, we are behind by five minutes as it is.”

While the majority of the teams sat together without any problems, one team in particular seemed to do so in a rather disgruntled fashion, trying to ignore one another as they did so.

Rhoswen placed down her notes on the wooden desk situated at the front of the classroom, looking up at her now settled students and began her lecture.

“So to begin with, as you know, this is your history class.” Her sweet voice floated around the room in a soft yet clear way, immediately grabbing the attention of her listeners. “In this classroom, I do not value your individual intellect so much as your team’s collective knowledge. But don’t think for a moment that any of you will get an easy ride in this class. While answering my questions correctly will give your team bonus points in my eyes, if any of you fail to answer a question your team will be punished as a whole. After all, a team is only as strong as its weakest part.” Rhoswen noticed that IVRY and JADE looked towards a single member each, Raven and Yale made glaring looks at Viridian whereas Indu was trying to reassure her now venomous teammate while Arsenic and Damask were staring at Jasper who merely shrugged his shoulders, nonplussed by their lack of faith, Talon blatantly ignored the stares that he was between and remained focus on the front of the classroom, eliciting a small smirk from Rhoswen.

“Eyes forward IVRY and JADE, you’re here to learn not stare at each other.” Their attention was immediately drawn back to the front, not without some disgruntled muttering from IVRY. “Thank you, now to the main lesson. As you know, our country’s origins are known through writings from our ancestors who originally settled here from Vacuo and Vale. The island we call home was originally and for the most part still is infested by a veritable hoard of Grimm. Now how did the original settlers deal with this….. Indu?” She looked to Indu for the answer and smiled as she immediately received the answer.

“They were nomadic tribes to begin with, moving whenever the Grimm hoard got dangerously close. At the time combat was even more important than it is today as every able bodied person was required to be able to kill a Grimm in the event of an attack.” Indu sounded like she was almost reciting this from a book, the answer was perfect.

“Very nice Miss Tzu. You have a fine resource there IVRY, I hope you use it wisely.” Rhoswen commented with a small giggle. “You are absolutely correct Indu, roaming tribes were at the original time of settlement the way our ancestors essentially survived the early years against the Grimm. There were thirteen known clans which later assembled into the main city. There were of course more clans than those thirteen however they remain as nomadic tribes to this day.

“Now on the initial settling of the city there were both Faunus and Humans within the main settlement. Now this might be a little much for the Faunus in the room but … well let’s allow one of you to explain...T’wulf? I did say your name right, didn’t I?” Rhoswen asked as she watched the Faunus female stand to answer.

“Yes you did, ma’am.” T’wulf responded in a kindly tone. “Well while both humans and faunus jointly created the settlement, somewhere along the early years of the settlement, the humans began taking faunus as slaves. The city was basically built out of faunus slave labour, which is one of the main drivers behind the Faunus Liberation Party. It wasn’t until 20 years into the initial founding of the city and city building that the faunus took a stand to fight their captors which resulted in the first civil war of our civilisation.” T’wulf sat down as she finished receiving welcoming pats on the back from her teammates who were in proud admiration of her.

Rhoswen nearly applauded T’wulf. It was more than what she had expected out of her student. “I did not expect that level of knowledge. I’m thoroughly impressed Miss Lupus. You are right on all counts. I’ll elaborate on the last point however as I know it’s a rather sore subject at least where Faunus are concerned.” Rhoswen stepped away from her desk to a map that was the the right of the chalkboard at the front of the classroom. The map displayed the entirety of Reverie.

She pointed to an area just outside of the city border. “This area here is were the Civil War took a dramatic turn..I’ll make this one of the last parts of the lesson so you guys can shoot off to an early lunch, thank Miss Lupus for that.” She gave T’wulf a quick wink before continuing causing the student to blush a little. “The Faunus Resistance movement had been winning battles throughout the city, driving out the majority of humans from the city into the Grimm infested forests. Now as most wars do, the Faunus wanted to put an end to the war so they went in for one final battle to try and put down the humans that were left fighting. That’s the way of the world guys, war sucks.” There was a smattering of laughs around the room from the students but Rhoswen was not smiling, her face was completely devoid of the charm it had earlier held. “That wasn’t a joke. War is not something so easily trifled with or forgotten. There are still places within the city that haven’t fully recovered from the war and that was a long time ago.” She noticed IVRY were taking increased interest in the lecture. Not out of bloodthirst but it seemed to hit closer to home than she had wanted it to. “The battle was the shortest of the war. It was a complete and utter loss for the Faunus. When the Faunus arrived at what they assumed to be where the human army was located they found themselves arriving at an empty clearing in the forest which was full of scraps of meat and that had attracted Grimm.”

“The faunus army lost a considerable number to the Grimm, the humans had outwitted the main army and killed or captured any of those who had managed to escape the massacre. After this the faunus quickly fell and the war went in favour of the humans, ending up with the humans becoming the victors of the war and conditions for faunus becoming much worse.” Rhoswen stopped speaking after that. With a sigh she looked around the class. “Because of the following wars, faunus were eventually considered an equal species when the Equalist party came into power. We have one of the most bloody histories in Remnant. It’s also the reason our school is regarded so highly. Warfare and fighting seems to be in our DNA.” She gave one more cheery smile. “So with that rather depressing note I will let you all go. Enjoy the rest of your day, you shouldn’t have anymore lessons for today as far as I’m aware but I’m sure Sienna will come and correct me if you do.”

With that the teams began dispersing through the doors. Some students walked off immediately while other thanked Rhoswen for the lesson. It was not until the last student left that Rhoswen heard a familiar voice.

“Well that was definitely a cheery lecture. Blood and gore on the first day, aren’t they fortunate?” They was a rather manly chuckle that came after that sentence but there was not much warmth to the sound. Even then, the voice brought a warm sense of happiness to Rhoswen as she looked up at the back of the lecture theatre to see Kamar standing up in one of the corners having gone completely unnoticed by every other person in the room.

“You really need to show me how to do that. I’m sure I could really use that sneakiness of yours when I’m fighting.” Rhoswen chuckled as she quickly gathered her belongings and walked out of the room with Kamar.

“You were the one who taught me how to do it Rhos. I can’t help just being able to do it better than you.” Kamar laughed as he tucked his hands into his trouser pockets, knowing Rhoswen was going to wrap one of her arms around his own. Any ordinary passer by would have thought they were a couple from how they looked, but that is not quite the case.

“So I’m assuming you came to pay attention to your favourites then?” Rhoswen asked with feigned innocence.

“You should know me well enough by now that I don’t play favourites. It’s just…” Kamar did not even need to finish his sentence before Rhoswen finished it for him.

“They remind you a lot of us, don’t they?” She asked while her brain thought back nostalgically to her student life when team KURO was still together. “A bunch of strong individuals with equally strong personalities. Seems too good to be true.” She chuckled again but the sound was empty. Almost false.

“I’m not going to give them an easy time. The sooner those four actually become a team, the better.” Kamar’s face became grim. “While there is no real animosity between Sienna and I now, I still hate the idea that her favourites are actually in a better state as a team than IVRY is. When we were all their age we had two teams of close knit members but who worked under two different philosophies. Instead we have a team who’s teamwork is almost flawless, remarkable for first years and then a team of people who seem like they could implode at any juncture. I will not allow that to happen.”

“Oh so you do care?” Rhoswen laughed before she released hold on Kamar’s arm and started skipping down the stairs in her highheels. “And although I’m pretty sure you’re already aware but the others will be arriving back here within the next month.”

Kamar smiled visibly. “Team KURO together again. Just like old times.”



What a surprise, we’re here again - CAFETERIA TIME!

Due to the students early departure from their lesson, they were amoung the first the reach the cafeteria alongside some of the older students and teachers. Quite quickly the teams grabbed their food and sat down at their usual tables. However, due to some intermingling before and during classes, many friendship circles were developing outside of the teams themselves.

A shining example of this was PWTR and JADE, being drawn together by the joint efforts of both Jasper and Wynn, the most hyperactive of their respective teams. JADE at that point decided to relocate tables to the one next to PWTR and began chatting in earnest, all but Talon opening up to each other, sharing their dreams, past experiences and observations of the two days they had now been a part of the school.

“So me and Talon were trapped in this corner with no escape and these guys surrounding us…” Jasper was relating one story from his past exploits with Talon. Jasper while not an eloquent wordsmith was still a great story teller as both teams listened intently while Talon sat with his eyes closed and arms folded, his hidden face giving little away as he listened to the account.

“How many guys was it?” Wynn asked excitedly, completely enraptured by the slightly false tale.

Jasper rubbed his nose in a confident smile. “I’d say about eight in total. All of them big muscle bound clods like Miss Bitch over there.” He laughed as he pointed a thumb in the direction of Viridian as she sat eating her rather large meal of steak and other assorted meat and vegetables. She completly ignored the jibe, as did the rest of IVRY, all except one pair of ears.

“Anyway, where was I? Ah yes so these eight guys were all holding these metal bars, knives, you know the usual thug crap. So Talon just stands there watching these guys all calm like which somehow pissed them off and I just charged forward and knocked the first guy clean out with a right hook and took the second down with a swift kick to the balls.” While the girls laughed at this statement, Wynn winced in moderate sympathy with the man.

“And then what happened?” Regalia asked in a slightly disconcerting manner throwing Jasper off a little.

“What do you mean what happened? I kicked the crap outta them!” Jasper exclaimed jumping up from his seat in indignation.

Regalia turned her eyes to Talon. “What really happened?” She asked with a slight smirk on her face.

“Yeah come on Ecru, he’s gotta be joking right?” T’wulf asked in a laugh.

“There’s no way he took down eight guys without your help, Talon.” Arsenic said with a snicker which Damask joined in with.

“Talon back a guy up here.” Jasper implored his friend however…

“He knocked out the first guy and then got jumped by the others. Had I not stepped in he would have been in the hospital.” Talon responded without a shred of emotion escaping his lips.

The others immediately began to laugh and a crest fallen Jasper slumped back in his chair and then proceeded to grab Talon’s desert away from him.

“Screw you Talon!” Jasper shouted as he threw the desert, plate and all. Unfortunately as luck would have it. The same events recurred as they had done the previous day. The desert plate was easily dodged by Talon and both teams watched as the plate not only struck Vi clean on the back of the head, but the plate fragments and splattering desert also covered the rest of team IVRY in an assortment of ceramic chips and cheesecake.

“Oh shit…” Jasper said in exasperation before he leapt up from his chair and cannoned through the cafeteria door. As PWTR and the remaining members of JADE stood up to follow, they watched the members of IVRY rise from their seats. While they seemed non-plussed excluding Viridian who was shaking in rage, the atmosphere that came from their table was nothing short of terrifying.

“That little cunt! He’s done it this time! I’m gonna kill the fucker!” Viridian then stormed out of the cafeteria.

“She doesn’t even know which way he went, does she?” Raven asked as he wiped food from his front.

“No she doesn’t.” Indu responded with a sigh. “Okay we’re going to find her and then find that little pest and settle this disrespect.”

“You know what? I agree.” Raven said with a grim smile. “I’m going to help her murder that little bastard and then go back to hating her guts.”

They all left the cafeteria together, even Yale following along, angrier than the rest of his team would have imagined.

“This is bad isn’t it?” Wynn said as both teams ran to the door.

“Bad? You kidding? This is a disaster!” Regalia said as they quickly followed in hot pursuit, Talon outstripping the rest, his cold eyes hiding the concern he really felt.

Dueling Arena, First Year Tower

Jasper sat down on one of the seats in the viewing area, panting heavily.

“Damn I need to exercise more. Phew!” He tried to calm his breathing down. “At least those clowns can’t have followed me, there’s no way they could have…”

“Clowns eh?” A voice came from behind him. A voice he did not want to hear. “So apparently throwing food at me isn’t just what he does to disrespect me. Clowns?! I think the only one here who’s a clown is you!” Viridian’s increasingly rage filled voice shot alarm bells of in Jasper’s head and he leapt over the seat in front of him, narrowly dodging a right hook as he did. Upon turning around, he was met with the furious faces of team IVRY. Each one of them glaring daggers at him.

“Hey, this is just all…” He took another leap back balancing neatly on a chair top as Yale lunged towards him with a swift kick. “Hey can’t I at least…” Again he dodged another blow as Raven threw himself at Jasper, his body colliding with the open air where Jasper had been a moment ago.

“You just keep your mouth shut and take your beating like a man.” Raven spat venomously.

“OI! ASSHOLES!!!” Came a shout from the doorway as PWTR and JADE erupted through the door attracting the attention of IVRY and Jasper, except from one individual.

“You let your guard down…” Jasper found himself in a painful hold, his arm pinned behind him and his knee gave way as a foot struck it powerfully with surgical precision as Indu grabbed him in that second of lost concentration.

“JASPER!” Regalia shouted.

“If you move I’ll break each one of his ribs one by one.” Vi shouted back angrily. The threat worked however that did not stop Vi from clenching her fist and striking Jasper hard across his left cheek, leaving a large red mark and a small cut where her glove had caught him. His neck had spun, jarring the joint and he cried out in pain.

“Now I’m going to break all of your ribs in one go!” She clenched her fist a second time.

“Viridian look out!” Indu shouted but it was too late. Raven and Yale turned to find Vi in a very dangerous position, much like that of Jasper. Talon had surged towards the group and yanked back Vi’s arm, hyper extending the shoulder painfully, locking it in place and held a small hunting knife to her throat. His eyes appeared calm, but his covered face again gave nothing away.

“Release Jasper.” He asked in a cold monotone. Indu however tightened her grasp, fury starting to bubble beneath her skin.

“Release Vi first!” She said with authority.

“Release Jasper.” Talon repeated in the same calm voice but pressed his knife against Vi’s neck hard enough to draw blood.

“I think he’s serious Indu.” Raven said in urgency.

“I said release VI!” Indu said again in an authoritative and slightly angrier voice. Tightening her grip enough to hear Jasper’s joints creak.

“Argh this hurts bad Talon!” Jasper cried as tears of pain sprung into his eyes.

“Release Jasper or I will break this woman.” Talon responded again coldly. Extremely coldly. He tightened his grip on Vi’s shoulder causing the same creaking that Jasper experienced and similar pain along with it.

“Shit this hurts!” Vi shouted but she didn’t struggle being in the more dangerous position than Jasper. “Indu seriously, let him go. This guy isn’t bluffing, trust me!” Vi said urgently.

Indu released Jasper there and then. Jasper quickly ran to the teams waiting for him, clutching his arm painfully. Talon then removed the blade from Vi’s neck and span her around by her arm, kicking her square in the chest. She went sailing into Raven and lay groaning in pain on top of him.

Talon turned to return to his teammates but found his path blocked by Indu who was glaring daggers at Talon. Talon coolly returned the stare.

“I cannot allow you to leave unpunished, Ecru Talon. No one gets away with treating my teammate like that.” Indu said in controlled rage. “I challenge you to a duel. The arena is just there so we can start immediately.”

Talon just kept on staring at her which started to unnerve her slightly. His stare was so cold and emotionless, like the eyes of a killer. “Don’t waste my time.” He said flatly, trying to walk past her. She however carried on blocking his path.

“I will not accept your declination, Ecru Talon. Fight me you coward!” She shouted. And she swear she saw a glimmer of anger pop into his eyes but that inquisitive thought vanished with his answer.

“I accept.” He stated the two words in cold authority. He kept his gaze with her. His eyes offering his next question without even having to speak.

"Why are you just staring at me, shouldn't we proceed to the arena?" Indu asked in a state of mild confusion.

"I...honestly wonder how you...got picked to be our leader sometimes, Indu?" Vi groaned. She stood up, casually stamping on Raven's leg as she did. Ignoring his cursing and shouting, she continued to speak. "You didn't come from where we grew up. A spoiled rich kid like yourself wouldn't have a clue how fights work down in the slums."

"What do you mean, Viridian?" Indu asked, the insults while hurtful, did not show on her face.

"I mean we fight for something. Pride and honour? Ha, what use do people like us have for that?" Vi spat in contempt. "He wants to hear what you get for winning and what he gets if he wins. Simple as that."

"So a wager?" Indu said in thought.

"Well because you're fighting for me, for whatever reason. I think I should decide don't you?" Vi eyed Indu who just bowed humbly. "How about, I get Jasper as a slave for a month if she wins." Raven almost broke out in laughter hearing that, whereas Indu looked at Vi in disbelief.

"You what..." Indu started.

"What d'ya say Talon?" Vi smirked.

Talon just eyed her before shaking his head.

"No? You refuse?" Vi asked critically, quite unsure what was running through Talon's mind.

"I'm not refusing." Talon said as he approached Vi until they were face to face (Or face to hood and scarf) "I'll take Jasper's place."

"Wait Talon..." Jasper shouted but he was thoroughly ignored by the group.

"I'll take that. Now what do you..."

“You never touch Jasper again.” Talon interrupted her in the same cold monotone.

Vi offered out her hand and Talon gave a curt, powerful handshake; sealing the bargain. Indu looked out of her depth.

"I don't like the idea of this." Indu complained. Her upbringing and nature was fighting against the idea of almost owning someone.

"Well just shut up and get on with it Indu. He's in full agreement. Backing out now would be disrespectful." Vi said in an almost commanding tone. Indu again bowed her head and walked onto the dueling arena with talon following silently behind her.

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Character Portrait: Wynn 'Leo' Leon Character Portrait: Regalia Kitsu Character Portrait: Viridian Boudic Character Portrait: Raven Coeur de Lion Character Portrait: Jasper McTavish Character Portrait: Ecru Talon Character Portrait: Slate Quatermain Character Portrait: Yale Khamun Character Portrait: Indu Tzu Character Portrait: Sherry Azade Character Portrait: Lavender Dantes Character Portrait: Hart Harker Character Portrait: Krimm Sohn Character Portrait: Arsenic Arisen Character Portrait: Damask Cruci Character Portrait: Phenix Sovereign Character Portrait: T'wulf Lupus Character Portrait: Laurel Epyon Character Portrait: Oxford Legend Character Portrait: Honey Theo Character Portrait: Merkur Quinton

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Cafeteria, a few moments ago...

Team KOHL gathered at a table, eating lunch. Well...most of them were.

"Hey, Krimm," Laurel said with a mouthful of steak, "you ought to eat, pal."

Krimm said nothing. Everyone else noticed that he had been a bit dreary since their Dust Studies class, and it seemed to have gotten worse during History. "I'm not hungry." he finally said.

Laurel shook his head. He hurriedly sliced what was left of his steak and impaled the larger cut with a fork. "Here." he said, offering the piece of steak to Krimm.

Krimm stared at the piece of steak for a while then, in one swift motion, took the fork from Laurel's hand and tore the meat off of it with his mouth. He then chewed on the meat, though still looked a bit sad.

It took a while before Krimm finished the steak, then it appeared that only Honey had not finished eating. She seemed to be entranced by the flavor of the soup she ordered, and Oxford and Laurel were getting impatient. The two were about to (jokingly) fall asleep when-

"Come on, not again!" Oxford whined as it appeared Teams JADE and IVRY were going to fight, "Geez, this is making me feel like I'm in some poorly-written, modern shonen manga..." He was a bit disappointed when Jasper ran out of the cafeteria, but was surprised when all of IVRY followed in hot pursuit. Oxford turned to Laurel and the two nodded in agreement, rushing out of the cafeteria after PWTR and the rest of JADE.

Krimm thought for a minute, blocking out Honey's slurps, then ran after his teammates. Honey, caught by surprised, stood up as well, hesitated, then ran too. "Wait for meeee!" she said as she hurried after Krimm whilst holding her bowl of soup. She almost rammed herself into a table occupied by another team with one member having large horns on his head. "Sorry..." she said, nervously backing away then running to the exit, avoiding everyone in her way.

Some time before that, in the hallways

Merkur was taking another leisurely stroll around Faith Academy. "Lunch..." he hummed to himself, looking at his wristwatch. He quickly paced towards the cafeteria, hoping he could bump into Krimm and his team. Oh how he would embarrass his "nephew".

"Merkur!" Merkur turned and saw Phlox.

"Ah...it's...Cherubim, right?" he replied, struggling to remember the man's first name.

"Cherubim. Phlox Cherubim."

"Oh, Phlox? I...yeah, er...hi." Merkur said, scratching his head.

"Where're you off to? I'm headed for lunch. Sweeping up Dust residue is exhausting." Phlox jokingly said.

"I'm getting myself some lunch, too." Merkur said. The two started walking towards the cafeteria. "I'm also hoping on seeing my nephew before his break ends." he snickered.

"Oh..." Phlox said, "...Krimm, was it?"

"Yep, saw that he was in your class. How'd he do?"

Phlox scratched is head and thought for a while. "Well, he..."

"...did he blow something up? Darn kid! Oh-hoh, he's gonna get-"

"No, no, no..." Phlox interrupted, "He didn't. He couldn't even make it glow."

Merkur seemed to be surprised. He nodded then went silent for a while. He then looked at Phlox, who looked back at him with a puzzled look.

"...is there something on my face?" Phlox nervously asked, pointing around his cheek.

Merkur shook his head. "Your...your hair..."

"...what about it?" Phlox said. He was surprised when Merkur touched his hair, playing around with it for a few seconds.

"It's so...magical..." Merkur said with a soft voice, his eyes twinkling with wonder. He reached into his pockets and took out his scroll. "Hey, you mind if I took a video?"

Phlox looked puzzled. Merkur had been working at Faith Academy for at least two years by now, and only then did he have any interest in his hair. The man shrugged.

"Okay, just do this sort of rocking motion..." Merkur continued. He then told Phlox that he thought of making a short video, and all Phlox had to do was bend backwards a bit, go back upright, and repeat a few times. When they were done recording, Merkur laughed to himself and made sure he saved the video. "I'll show ya the finished product."

"Sure..." Phlox smiled, as if he knew what Merkur was making. They continued their way towards the cafeteria, until they saw Honey rushing out of it with a bowl of soup. The two, puzzled, watched her run off until she was out of sight. "What was that about?"

"Beats me." Merkur said, smacking his lips at the smell of food that crept from the cafeteria, "But boy, am I hungry..."


Dueling Arena, First Year Tower. Sort-of present.


"What's going on?" Krimm asked Oxford and Laurel.

"Seems Talon of JADE and Indu of IVRY are gonna have a duel." Oxford replied, sounding mildly interested.

"They've got some stakes on the line." Laurel said, " Indu wins, Talon's their slave for a month. Talon wins, IVRY doesn't touch the monkey kid again. Even if the guy wins, I doubt IVRY's gonna comply..."

Krimm looked at the two combatants, their teams, and the arena. He smiled inside. Honey, who had just arrived, bumped into Krimm, exhausted.

"Wha's...happn'n?" she said, collapsing onto the floor but keeping her bowl safe. After the rest of her team filled her in, she suddenly jumped into the air and went infront of PWTR, who were watching Indu and Talon. Honey seemed to be energetic, reaching into her bag for a bag of potato chips, which she tore open and spilled the contents into the bowl that was once filled with soup. Her teammates, puzzled, assembled near her.

Krimm sighed. "Stay here. You three keep your eyes on JADE, IVRY and PWTR. I'm getting a closer look." he then proceeded to look for higher ground. He found it at the large screen that displayed Aura levels. He then worked his way through hallways, staircases and ledges before standing on top of the board, watching Indu and Talon from above.

"So we're just gonna sit back and watch?!" Oxford said, "Augh...you gotta be kidding me, Krimm!"

"He's crazy..." Laurel said, staring at his team's leader standing on the board. He took out his scroll and huddled with Oxford and Honey. Krimm appeared on the screen.

"Keep a close eye on the spectators. If they try to interfere, stop them." Krimm said.

"What're you gonna do? Honey said, munching on potato chips.

"If the fight gets out of hand, I'll intervene..." Krimm said, "Stay there, got it?"

The three nodded. "Over and out." Krimm said. He turned his attention to the two fighters. "Now...what do you have to show us?" he thought to himself.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Wynn 'Leo' Leon Character Portrait: Regalia Kitsu Character Portrait: Viridian Boudic Character Portrait: Raven Coeur de Lion Character Portrait: Jasper McTavish Character Portrait: Ecru Talon Character Portrait: Yale Khamun Character Portrait: Indu Tzu Character Portrait: Krimm Sohn Character Portrait: Arsenic Arisen Character Portrait: Damask Cruci Character Portrait: Phenix Sovereign Character Portrait: T'wulf Lupus Character Portrait: Laurel Epyon Character Portrait: Oxford Legend Character Portrait: Honey Theo

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Dueling Area atop the South Tower

The two combatants stepped into the arena, the participants screen quickly buzzing to life revealing the names Ecru Talon and Indu Tzu, along with a portrait photo of each and a bar showing their respective aura levels.

Indu brought her weapon hilt into her right hand, the center of the device opened, giving her space to insert a small dust clip. Upon closing the weapon came to life as an ornately carved, partially ethereal - light blue blade sprung to life from the hilt. A chain of the same ethereal - light blue nature sprung from the back of the hilt, and created a second sword, connected to the first through the chain.

Talon too equipped his weapon, bringing his arms up in a street-fighting pose with both blades pointing towards his enemy. The two stared at one another, neither moving a single step.

Jasper sat slightly separated from the others, watching them intently, a scowl upon his face.
Damask looked at him worriedly before turning to Regalia, “You know her, right?” She said pointing to Indu, “Just how dangerous is she?”

Regalia sighed in response, “Well… she almost never loses a one on one fight.” She saw Damask become noticeably demoralised “Though,” She quickly continued in an attempt to bring back hope, “I don’t know what Talon is capable of, so he could still stand a chance…” She turned her head, internally scolding herself for her failed attempt at comforting Damask, “I mean…”

The conversation ended abruptly as their attention was drawn by the loud clashing of blades, Indu was attempting to overpower Talon by using both her blades in a single full powered strike. Through a swift motion, Talon sidestepped to the right and directed Indu’s weight downwards to his left, being able to pull his left arm back as a result, he then quickly followed through with a strike in the direction of her skull. Indu twirled under Talon’s strike, which glanced just above her face, as she allowed her body to drop with gravity she made a swipe with her right blade, forcing Talon to dodge away, giving her the a chance to flip back into an upright position.

This time, Talon charged at Indu, who threw her offhand blade in his direction. Deflecting the blade with his left gauntlet, Talon then grabbed the hilt of the blade, bringing it with him as he charged at Indu, raising his right blade in preparation to strike. Noticing Indu’s calm stance, Talon’s eyes drifted to her weapon, which revealed to him that the chain no longer connected the blade he held, to her weapon. He dropped the blade and dodged away as the weapon exploded into hundreds of shards of ice a few of which were still able to strike him because of his late reaction. His teammates watched in worry as the bar representing his aura barrier went down slightly.

Indu charged, spinning her blade into reversed grip before it clashed against Talon’s crossed gauntlets. Shifting his weight forwards, Talon attempted a roundhouse kick to Indu’s left leg, which she avoided by flipping over him. He turned to face her and quickly followed through with two swift strikes, both of which were blocked by Indu, who then flipped her blade into normal grip before performing a downwards strike, which Talon avoided. Using her momentum, Indu quickly followed through with a second upwards strike, however as she swung, the blade turned into a bladed whip. Quickly noting the new weapon’s extended range, Talon swiftly dodged backwards, quickly increasing the distance between himself and Indu.

“He seems to be using a less refined street style,” Indu thought to herself, “He is well equipped to deal with close range combat, however increased reach should give me the advantage I need.” She followed her initial strike with three more, all of which Talon skillfully dodged.
Talon began charging forward to close this distance, ducking under a horizontal strike from Indu, Talon readied himself as he neared striking distance, however, Indu pulled back on her whip which then wrapped itself in a circle-like formation with the blades pointing outwards at her opponent. In response Talon quickly switched the shotguns of his gauntlets to their forward facing position and fired off multiple shots to help him reduce his momentum. With a slight jab, Indu’s whip rushed forwards at him, though Talon had luckily sidestepped it just in time.

Seeing that Indu was wide open, Talon fired off a shot with his right gauntlet, however, to his surprise, Indu had defended herself with a shield which had formed on her left arm. “So that’s her semblance.” Talon thought to himself as he quickly dodged backwards avoiding Indu’s counter attack.

With a sigh, Indu relaxed her posture, both her shield and bladed whip disappeared. “Mid-range only gives me a defensive advantage, so I’ll have to keep close if I want to actually hit him, in which case this would be a good weapon for wearing him down.” She thought to herself.


Talon watched wearily as two chain-blades manifested in Indu’s hands, the one originating from her hilt had a slight blue tint whereas the one in her off-hand had a soft ethereal ivory colour.

“Eh!” Phen said in surprise as she turned to Regalia, “aren’t those your weapons?”

“Yes.” Regalia calmly answered, “That’s her semblance; she can create any weapon she knows the construction of.”

“So… Why is she using your weapons?” Oxford asked

“Well,” Regalia began, “As she fights, Indu tests her opponent’s capabilities, and then alters her choice of weapon and/or fighting style to give her the best advantage, and it seems that my weapons give her an advantage”

Immediately, Indu charged forward firing multiple shots at Talon, who dodged or deflected them as he prepared for her to enter striking distance, however at about two meters distance Indu jumped, flipping over him extending both chain-blades to strike against his raised gauntlets, constantly keeping sight of him as she did so. Estimating her landing location, Talon began preparing to counter-attack, until he noticed her pulling down on the trigger. He allowed his body to drop, and then kicked himself off the ground, dodging most of the shots, however he still took two more chips to his aura barrier.

“She’s completely dominating him!” Honey said in surprise before covering her mouth when she realised the rest of Talon’s team could hear her, “Uh, sorry…”

“I wouldn’t say that.” Wynn stated calmly, not drawing his eyes away from the fight

“Eh?” Most of the others questioned in disbelief

Phen sighed, “Look Wynn, I know you’re the optimistic type, but are you even paying attention?”

“Of course.” He quickly responded, “Are you?” his response caused Phen to look at him in disbelief. “It’s all in their body language.” He continued, “Even though she’s almost always being on the offensive and has hit him a few times without even getting touched, Indu’s posture has slowly gotten more and more defensive and cautious, meaning there’s obviously something dangerous in him that she’s noticed and unsure about.” At this point, almost everyone was staring at Wynn in disbelief, “On the other hand, Ecru ain’t showing any of the fear or worry that you’d expect in someone who’s getting beaten this hard, meaning he’s still mentally in control and has a definite strategy for winning that doesn’t come down to ‘I hope this works’ or anything like that.”

Arsenic stepped a little closer to him, changing her view from the fight to Wynn and back multiple times, “How did you even…”

“Body language.” He cut her off, “It's the one thing no one can hide, not even Ecru.” He turned and winked at them before directing his attention back to the ongoing duel, his teammates still looking at him in disbelief.

“Just you wait Wynn,” Jasper muttered quietly enough that no one could hear, “You’ll see what’s so dangerous about him."

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Character Portrait: Wynn 'Leo' Leon Character Portrait: Regalia Kitsu Character Portrait: Viridian Boudic Character Portrait: Raven Coeur de Lion Character Portrait: Ecru Talon Character Portrait: Yale Khamun Character Portrait: Indu Tzu Character Portrait: Krimm Sohn Character Portrait: Arsenic Arisen Character Portrait: Damask Cruci Character Portrait: Phenix Sovereign Character Portrait: T'wulf Lupus Character Portrait: Laurel Epyon Character Portrait: Oxford Legend Character Portrait: Honey Theo

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Back on the Arena Floor

Wynn was definitely correct in that logical assumption. Talon had a plan of attack, but he was not in a position to execute it yet. Indu’s range and skill were making that far too hard for him to even get near her, let alone attack her.

Talon again went through the same motions, he dropped his weight and began surging forward towards Indu in an attempt to get within striking range. However Indu yet again leaped over him in a flourish of steel sending her flailing weapons down at Talon with deadly precision. Talon managed to skirt by one of the blades with a small shift of his body weight but had to leap back at the sight of the second one bearing down on him. Indu landed gracefully, her eyes never leaving her foe, watching him carefully as his cold eyes bored into her, laden with an ever present sense of burning frustration.

This time Talon decided to change tack. One of the gauntlet mechanisms turned, exposing the shotgun barrel on his right arm. Again Talon surged toward Indu, this time with a little more urgency, closing the distance faster than he had been. Indu calmly whipped one of the blades towards Talon in an arc, coming at him just out of his sightline. Talon however in full expectation of this span into the oncoming blade and unleashed a shotgun round into it, keeping the blade from striking him. The momentum of the shotgun spun him back towards Indu who began almost dancing with the blades as they almost instinctively blocked the next round loosed off by Talon, who had decided that one shotgun was not enough for his current plan of attack and quickly made his left gauntlet switch to its shotgun mode. Indu continued to flay the weapons skillfully, unleashing rounds at odd junctures. The constant attacking was forcing Talon to burn up more energy than he liked and his aura shield was getting chipped slowly by the attacks that he could not evade.

Suddenly Indu swung one of the blades out towards Talon’s face who instinctively and narrowly evaded it by slightly moving to the left, unfortunately that moved him into the path of the other oncoming blade. The blade hit him with considerable force directly in the chest, flinging him backwards onto his back in the direction of the spectators. The onlookers audibly gasped as a small chunk of his aura shield disappeared, leaving him with just above half of his aura shield remaining. Talon quickly got to his feet and immediately readied a defensive stance.

“So Wynn, you sure he’s got something up his sleeve?” Regalia asked apprehensively. “Once Indu gets control of a fight, she normally stays in control. Talon might appear strong, but he’s definitely not on her level.” It pained her to say that knowing that Jasper was within hearing range but she could not overlook what she was bearing witness to.

“As I said he’s definitely…” Wynn began however was interrupted by the school’s number one annoyance.

“Watch what you say about Talon. He’s much stronger than Indu, just wait and see!” Jasper shouted in absolute confidence.

“I’m sure you have every faith in him Jasper but Indu is...just in another league.” T’wulf said softly, in awe of Indu. She was almost bewitched by how beautifully she was moving.

“Don’t get the wrong idea Jasper.” Arsenic said to her slowly angering teammate. “We all want Talon to win. We really do. It’d be nice to get a win over those pompous assholes. But I just can’t say that Talon has what it takes to do anything about it.”

“But…” Jasper began, wanting to argue his friends case.

“But nothing!” Raven shouted across to him. Vi and Yale were both keeping a weather eye on the fight, knowing better than to miss this opportunity to see their leader fight and also gather as much information as possible on this seemingly growing thorn in their side in Talon.

Raven’s shout drew the attention of the rest of the onlookers. “It’s clear who the more skilled here. No amounts of pouting, moaning and whining will change what you’re watching. Just accept what you’re seeing; that Indu is the better fighter of the two and in a straight up match she will win. Now shut up so I can watch in peace.” Raven turned back to the fighting, watching Talon almost dance to evade Indu’s onslaught with a smug grin on his face.

Talon kept his back to the onlookers, his plan was now in effect. Indu carried barraging him with sharp slashes of the whirling blades. Talon carried on deflecting and dodging but rigidly maintained his position in front of the spectators. Indu realised too late that she had fallen for a very deceptive trap.

To the immediate surprise of everyone, Indu started randomly pawing at her face, almost as if she was trying to avoid looking at something. The more eagle eyed would have noticed the patch of light shining in her eyes. Many of the spectators immediately turned to the source of where the light was coming from, quite rightly suspecting who was behind what they all considered to be a very disgraceful thing to do in the middle of a fight. They found Jasper, holding a small compact mirror in his hand and had angled the mirror perfectly to shine the Sun’s rays into the eyes of Indu.

The members of PWTR, KOHL and JADE were furious with Jasper. Raven having seen them start to collapse in on to him made a move to stand but was held in place by Yale who motioned him to carry on watching. Raven was at a loss for words at what he saw.

Honey and Oxford moved faster than the others surrounding Jasper and quickly pinioned his arms to his sides and quickly tripped him, dropping him heavily to the floor. The mirror spilled in front of Regalia who in utter contempt smashed it with her right boot, grinding the fragments of glass and plastic into the ground.

“Well that’s spoiled a good show.” Honey commented with a sigh as she held a fairly calm Jasper. “I was honestly enjoying watching that Talon kid getting stomped.”

“I don’t really think that was the pressing issue Honey.” Laurel groaned.

Suddenly a hand whipped down bodily lifting Jasper out of the grasp of the two would be captors. They both looked up, ready to fight at a moment's notice but stayed their hands immediately after seeing the look on the hand’s owner.

“What were you thinking Jasper?!” Regalia shouted angrily to Jasper’s rather unnervingly deadpan face. “You should know better than to interfere in a fight. Cheating is just despicable.” She wanted to say more, she wanted to scream at him, but she could not bring herself to do it, mainly because of how much Jasper’s face seemed to remind her of how Talon usually looks. Cold eyes. Brutally cold eyes.

“I should know better?” Jasper said coldly, his eyes boring a hole into Regalia. “You have no idea how childish you sound right now.” Regalia was honestly surprised at his choice of words.

“Childish?” Arsenic commented in a confused voice.

“Seriously Jasper, I think the only childish one right here is you, that you would think that something like this is alright.” T’wulf growled angrily.

“Yeah how would you think Talon would feel that you inter…” Regalia began but was immediately silenced by an angry Faunus.

“YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW ME AND TALON FEEL!!!” Regalia dropped him, taken aback by that outburst. “YOU ARE ALL SO CLUELESS IT’S AMAZING YOU GOT INTO THIS SCHOOL!!”

Krimm and Wynn turned to the source of the shouting, honestly surprised by Jasper’s anger.

“DO YOU, ANY OF YOU, UNDERSTAND HOW A FIGHT FUCKING WORKS?! RULES?! DON’T MAKE ME GAG!! THERE ARE NO. SUCH. THING!” Jasper was shaking. To him they had all crossed a line that he would never want anyone to cross. “THE MINUTE YOU LEAVE THIS SCHOOL, YOU WILL BE PUT INTO SITUATIONS THAT REQUIRE SHIT LIKE THIS TO HAPPEN ON A DAILY BASIS!!! THIS WAS HOW TALON AND I FUCKING LIVED OUR LIVES AS KIDS!!! WE FOUGHT TO WIN! FIGHTING FAIR GETS YOU KILLED, NOTHING MORE, NOTHING LESS!!” Jasper finally breathed and looked noticeably calmer for doing so.

“Where the hell did that come from?” Oxford breathed in a slight amount of shock. Jasper fixed him with a gaze of cold lethality.

“You are all childish for that specific reason. None of you understand how a fight works. The only ones who I can even tell understand what I’m on about is Neanderthal over there, Miss Prissy Britches out there on the field and that dude up there who’s been planning on jumping in at a moment's notice.” Jasper sighed again.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” Raven shouted at the top of his voice bringing attention back to the field and the screen and that was when they noticed what Jasper had done.

On the field, before the commotion.

As soon as the light stopped glaring in Indu’s eyes, she noticed one very key issue with what she was seeing or really a lack of. Talon was gone.

“Where is he?” Indu muttered as she swung her head around in order to try and locate him. It’s like he just vanished into the air itself. What did he do? Did he activate his semblance? That’s the only logical thing, but then what is it.

It was at that moment that a burst of shock hit all the onlookers and an overwhelming sense of danger overcame Krimm, Indu and Wynn. In one shotgun blast, Indu’s aura shield dropped hard, the first hit that Talon made any real form of contact with Indu, her shield dropped by just shy of a quarter. The impact of the unseen blow sent Indu cannoning forward off of her feet, landing square on her front, her weapon spiraling away from her, just a bit shy of the outer wall of the fighting grounds.

“What happened?” Was the single thought that was going through most of the crowd at that moment. A stunned silence seemed to engulf the whole field as Indu hit the floor.

There were however two people who were wondering why everyone was so confused. To Viridian and Yale, they honestly could not understand the shock of what happened. They had watched Talon silently creep up behind Indu and strike her with both his fist and a shotgun blast simultaneously. However the two of them, not having any prior knowledge of Talon’s semblance could not understand why Indu could not see him. Yale was subconsciously trying to figure out how his semblance worked but was having trouble in doing so since he could not pinpoint the cause of activation since it happened so quickly. Vi however was studying Talon’s movements trying to memorise attack patterns which was difficult to do.

As Indu tried to rise she found herself thrown into the floor again with another shotgun blast, taking another large chunk of her shield away and making her crash back into the floor. Indu groaned from the hit but did not fail to notice the dust clouds kicked up by Talon’s footsteps. It was a brief glance that she caught but it was enough to clock onto the one small hope she had to put an end to his semblance really realising the true danger she was in.

“That coward hot her while she was down?!” Raven exclaimed, with many mutters of agreement from the group. “Does he have no honour?!”

“According to Jasper, no!” Regalia shouted in equal amounts of rage. “To think I was willing to befriend people like you!” While she did not mean the words, the way Jasper and Talon think of fighting just did not mesh with her own honourable spirit. They were a completely different animal to her.

Indu rose and rolled forward, knowing Talon would aim for her back again. She knew that the only thing that would aid her would be to stay on the move, but the problem was that she would not be able to tell whether she was running towards Talon or away from him. The only clue she had was the small dust clouds created by his movement.

She took her chance and darted across the field at a speed that was almost unbelievable to watch after having taken such heavy hits. She kept a keen eye for Talon’s movements, noticing small dust clouds being kicked up as he ran to intercept her. She suddenly hopped back and darted in another direction again following the movements in the dust. Which were getting closer to her by the moment. It was then she decided to pull out one of her trump cards. She began manifesting a weapon as Talon’s dust clouds came closer. Whatever happened, the onlookers knew, the next attack would be the one that decided the match.

As Indu’s weapon manifested, Talon’s noticable movements disappeared. In that brief moment, Indu span elegantly with a severe amount of speed, swinging her blade. At that moment a hand shot out and caught her hand. The owner’s other hand shot out catching something out of the air, dragging Talon’s arm and then him back into focus.

The person who had interrupted this duel, doing something both fighters found unbelievable was none other than Krimm. However this disbelief was instantly replaced with a major amount of bloodlust directed not only at Krimm, but at each other too. Both combatants knew however the fight was now over.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Wynn 'Leo' Leon Character Portrait: Regalia Kitsu Character Portrait: Viridian Boudic Character Portrait: Raven Coeur de Lion Character Portrait: Jasper McTavish Character Portrait: Ecru Talon Character Portrait: Yale Khamun Character Portrait: Indu Tzu Character Portrait: Krimm Sohn Character Portrait: Arsenic Arisen Character Portrait: Damask Cruci Character Portrait: Phenix Sovereign Character Portrait: T'wulf Lupus Character Portrait: Laurel Epyon Character Portrait: Oxford Legend Character Portrait: Honey Theo

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The Dueling Area On top of the South Tower

A short span of time ago…

“Wait for it…”

Patiently, Krimm observed the battle between Indu and Ecru. With sly calculation, he formulated maneuvers and countermeasures for him to use, should he face either of them in battle. He paid little attention to the crowd that gathered to watch the fight, the same crowd he separated from. After all, he had what he believed as the best seat in the arena, his view unhindered by someone else’s head.

Little did he know of what role they shall play in the duel…

Krimm’s otherwise cold surveillance was disrupted by an illogical change in performance, specifically on Indu’s part. For most of the battle, until that point, Indu displayed grace, intellect and ferocity Krimm found notable. Now, she was clawing something on her face, dropping her guard entirely. It was no surprise for Ecru to take advantage of this momentary weakness, but to Krimm it was all too convenient. Was it his Semblance? Was it some sort of freak phenomenon in nature? Or was it…something else?

”Intriguing…”

Krimm would not admit it to anyone, but he was surprised of Ecru’s and Jasper’s dishonest means of “leveling the playing field”, so to speak. He never thought Ecru was the kind who would cheat, but upon hearing Jasper’s testimony, and rapidly reviewing their student profiles, Krimm took it as second nature for them to do so. Now, he knows, he has to be careful in dealing with them. Very careful.

Seeing that Indu has managed to recover, Krimm was about to calmly return to his observational mood when he noticed something odd: Indu did not appear to see Ecru, even though he had passed easily within her range of vision. This greatly puzzled Krimm, though he knew it had to wait. The fighters’ Aura levels were at critical condition, and they already went much below the minimum allowed by dueling regulations. He had to take action…now.

Swiftly, he requested clearance from Merkur, which he received shortly after he sent his request. He then jumped off the scoreboard, landing near Indu. Krimm then activated his Semblance, redirecting Indu’s strike towards himself. Smoothly, he caught her arm and, after detecting Ecru, managed to catch him by his arm, as well.

The participants screen buzzed. Ecru’s and Indu’s portraits and aura level indicators were covered by a text box that read “Duel Aborted”. The crowd’s expressions were a mix of surprise and anger, nothing new to Krimm. Slowly, he lifted his head before glaring at everyone around him with his cold, gray eyes. He held a tight grip on the fighters, just enough to keep them in place. Silence fell upon the arena.

“Before I let you go,” Krimm said, breaking the silence, “I’d like you two to think about yourselves for a while.

“Would victory over your opponent truly satisfy yourselves? Your aura levels, as I recall, are already below the minimum allowed by duel regulations. You not only experience a drop in combat performance, you would also have lower resistance to attacks. Have this not occurred as it had, both of you would probably be in critical condition. And for what?”

Krimm paused, letting the words sink in. He waited for words from Indu or Ecru, but received none. It was a relief that their aggression levels have lowered, but he had to seal the deal. “Please…just stop this right now. You’re both better than this, remember that. There’s something out there...something we can only defeat together. So, I implore you, please stop.” He added, his voice suddenly sounding genuinely concerned.

If anyone bothered to look at the rest of Team KOHL, they would see three puzzled, if not surprised, faces. For the very few days they spent with him prior to this moment, Krimm spoke with cold, robotic monotony. Now he just said three sentences with a hint of emotion.

Slowly, Krimm loosened his grip on the two and then…nothing.

Indu and Ecru looked at each other, then to the crowd, then to each other again. They wanted to keep fighting. They had to keep fighting. Indu, secretly, wanted to prove herself to her team. Ecru simply wanted to help out a friend. Their goals were tied to one thing and one thing only: victory in this duel. But even then, they somewhat knew that it had to stop.

The two fighters stood up straight, withdrawing their weapons and stood there, panting and looking at each other. The fight was long and exhausting for the both of them, but it was going nowhere. After some time, they went to their respective teams conveniently positioned on opposite sides of the crowd.

Krimm smiled inside. Not only had he been able to keep his fighting prowess a mystery to them, he has also successfully utilized peaceful means to resolve a conflict. He looked at the crowd, studying the teams, then went to his own team.

"Mission Accomplished." he whispered before disconnecting from Merkur.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Wynn 'Leo' Leon Character Portrait: Regalia Kitsu Character Portrait: Viridian Boudic Character Portrait: Raven Coeur de Lion Character Portrait: Jasper McTavish Character Portrait: Ecru Talon Character Portrait: Indu Tzu Character Portrait: Phenix Sovereign Character Portrait: T'wulf Lupus

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1st years tower

The teams were spread around the duelling area, Talon had made his way towards Jasper. Damask and Arsenic had both gone to them to make sure Talon was okay. On the other end of the duelling area, team IVRY was already somewhat dispersed; Yale had already begun walking off without so much as a word, Raven was sitting down, waiting for Indu to get back to them, whilst Vi was already raging.

“How the hell can you just walk away like that?!” She shouted at Indu, whom was still a few meters away. “Are you stupid or something? He’s not on the ground so the fight ain’t over!”

“It’s rather detrimental to one’s image to not even complete a duel.” Raven commented

“Image? Youre a fucking disgrace if you can’t even finish a battle! Letting a wimp like that stop you?!” Vi’s outrage was now loud enough for the other teams to hear, garnering their attention.

As Vi continued to berate Indu, Regalia had finally had enough and began to make her way towards them, intent on putting Vi in her place. However she stopped when a hand softly grabbed her shoulder. She turned to see Phenix looking directly into her eyes. “Leave her be.” Phenix began, “She’s a team leader, she’s going to need to take control of her teammates herself.” Regalia sighed, looking empathetically towards Indu, who was standing calmly as Vi continued to shout.

“Are you fucking listening to me?!” Vi raged as she reached to grab Indu by the collar. At that very second Indu motioned to knock Vi’s arm aside, but she pulled back, then reaching out with her other arm, which Indu casually side-stepped. As Vi pulled back, Indu grabbed her wrist with snake-like speed. The two stared burningly into each other’s eyes for a moment, until Vi finally stopped trying to strike at her.

“It does not bother me, if you think lowly of me. However striking out at a teammate is something I will not tolerate.” Indu’s voice was calm yet demanding, enough so to even surprise both Vi and Raven. Without even sharing another word, Vi turned around and began making her way towards the dorms.

“That was a surprise.” Raven commented, somewhat mockingly, as he rose from his seat, “I never expected to see you be so forceful. Honestly you could have started doing this earl-” Indu turned her head to stare at Raven, her eyes seemingly piercing straight though the rest of his sentence causing him to end his comments.

Indu’s sharp face turned to a soft smile “It is rather detrimental to one’s image to be silenced simply by a stare.” She said replied sassily. Causing Raven to click his tongue. The two then began making their way to the dorms, still a bit of distance between the two of them.

Later in team PWTR’s dorm

“Ugh! Didn’t anyone ever teach that brat about how duels work?!” Regalia ranted, still visibly annoyed by Jasper’s actions during the duel. “Honestly, I don’t think I could ever trust someone that acts like that.”

The rest of PWTR sat around her as she angrily paced back and forth, thinking about their own opinions of the fight. None of them really approved of Jasper’s actions, though Regalia was by far the angriest about it.

“Ya know.” Wynn began as he raised himself from his seat and stretched his legs, “Don’t hold it against him too much.” His statement causing the others to look at him rather confused. “When you have to fight for your survival, you don’t really think the same way other people would. You don’t play by the same rules, after all, too him, every fight must’ve been one for survival, and when its live or die, dirty tricks may just be what keeps you alive.” Regalia opened her mouth to protest but Wynn continued before she could begin, “Now, I’m not defending him or anything, cause this wasn’t a life or death battle, but I thought a lil’ context might make his actions a bit more understandable.” He stood before the door of their dorm and turned his head to look behind him, at Phen and Wulfie who sat on their bed, and Regalia who stood in the centre of the room. “If y’all need me, I’ll be in the rec room.” He concluded with a smile and friendly wave.

“You know, Regalia…” Phen began, drawing the attention of the other two to her, “There’s no need to waste so much of your time being angry about something like this…”

“I know.” Regalia sighed, her demeanour calming noticeably “It’s just…”

Phen stood up and placed a hand on her teammate’s shoulder, despite the height difference between them, “I know, Indu’s your friend.” Regalia lifted her eyes and focused on Phen’s own. “It’s not just the fact that he cheated that makes you so angry, but the fact that he cheated against, and hurt a close friend of yours. I would feel the same way if he had done that to T’wulf.” They both looked to T’wulf who was just calmly sitting there, listening to the conversation. “Now,” Phen continued, “I’m not saying you should forgive and forget, but just don’t let something like this ruin what’s left of your day.” Phen smiled as she turned back to look at Regalia

Once again, Regalia sighed, “I guess you’re right.” She conceded. “I think I’m gonna wash up, and then we should probably head to dinner, don’t you think?”

Phen and T’wulf nodded, “That’s probably a good idea” Phen replied

“Shouldn’t one of us go call Wynn?” T’wulf questioned, to which the other two simply nodded

“Would you mind, Pup?” Phen asked, “I think need to wash my face as well.”

“Oh, uhm, okay.” T’wulf replied, making her way to the door, already having expected the duty to fall onto her. Thankfully the rec room wasn’t too far from their dorm. However when T’wulf first looked inside, it seemed to be empty, seeing as the room was almost completely dark. She slowly opened the door which allowed a soft melody to fall upon her ears, curious of the origin, she slowly creeped into the rec room, not wanting to disturb the source of the soothing music. Approaching the area from which the music originated, she peeked her head around the corner. Before her stood a single piano, silhouetted by the light of the setting sun, visible through the large Victorian window. From time to time a head would bob into view moving slowly in time with the music. The calming tune continued a little longer before fading back into a moment of silence. T’wulf ducked back behind the corner for a moment before stepping out as though she just got there. “Wynn?” She looked towards the piano and already saw him standing, “Its dinner time.” She stated with a soft smile

“Oh, right.” he replied, lacking his usual joyful tone for a moment, “Thanks! I’ll be there in a moment.” He added, his joyful tone returned along with his usual gleaming smile.

Hey, Guess what? Where at the cafeteria again!

By the time they reached the cafeteria, most of the students were already busy with eating, noticing the dwindling selection of food, Wynn hurried ahead of the rest of his team, to make sure he could secure himself a good portion of meat. Midway he turned around to ‘signal’ his teammates to hurry up, however this proved to be quite the mistake, when but a moment later he was crashing down to the ground along with a large muscular female, whom he soon recognised as Vi, team IVRY’s Vi.

“Oh god.” Wynn thought to himself as he stood up, “Sorry!” He blurted out, despite knowing this would have little effect on the visibly seething Viridian

“You stupid Mutt!” Viridian shouted as she swung at him, the nimble lion barely dropping below the strike. She swung thrice more, the first two, he barely side-stepped, the last he avoided with a dexterous backflip. This caused the scene to look almost comical to most of the onlookers, some of whom were even laughing, including IVRY’s Raven. However Indu, the rest of PWTR, KOHL and even some of JADE looked on quite worriedly at the unfolding events, though none of them wanted to get involved for fear of adding to the problem.

“It was an accident!” Wynn shouted as he jumped back from another swing, “Really!” He ducked under another, “I swear!” however none of his pleas really did much to stop the raging beast that is Vi. “Look I understand you’re mad,” he said, dodging another two swings of Vi’s fists, “but we have a lot in common!” He dropped to the ground, dodging another strike, “You’re mad at me, I’m mad at me…” He rolled away as she tried stamping down on him. “I don’t like making life-threatening mistakes, you threaten lives over mistakes…” He rolled forward and away from another strike, however slipped on a lunch tray someone left on the ground, causing him to fall flat on his back in front of her. “Well this is a problem.” He sighed as Vi stood above him preparing to smash his face through the floor.

However, just as Vi’s fist began making momentum it was stopped abruptly by the hand of another person. Vi raised her eyes to look upon this unknown interrupter. He was a large milky brown coloured male, with an intimidating physique; roughly two meters tall, with a visibly muscular build. His short, spiked hair was ginger-red in colour and accentuated with black stripes. His fiery golden brown eyes were narrowed and focused solely on Vi.

“NUTS!” Wynn exclaimed joyfully as he jumped up onto his saviour’s back, hugging his neck. Though the large male did not break eye contact with Vi, who’s fiery gaze had still not been calmed.

“I think it would be best to end this little show.” A friendly yet stern male voice spoke, causing the surrounding students to turn their attention towards the three faunus standing beside one another just a bit behind the intimidating male, presumably his teammates. “Keep this up and the teachers are probably gonna get involved.” The central standing male stated. While nowhere near as intimidating as his larger teammate, he still gave off an air of strength, with his well-built frame, piercingly sharp golden eyes and his large, white lion’s mane.

The larger male loosened his grip on Vi’s fist before she aggressively tugged it free, turned around and walked away without saying a word, clicking her tongue in annoyance.

“Thanks-” Phen began, trying to express her gratitude to the unknown students, before a white flash zipped past her, and almost tackled the three students that had stepped in.

“Al! Toffee! Milk!” Wynn exclaimed joyfully, hugging the three of them tightly for a moment. Eventually loosening his grip and turning to his teammates

“You know them?” Phen questioned inquisitively

“Haha, yeah, Al and Toffee are my older bro and sis!” He said pointing to the central standing male with the white mane, and the female standing to his left who’s white lion ears perked up at the mention of her name. Both wore neat and tidy uniforms, though the male’s shirt was untucked and his blazer unbuttoned. “Milk and Walnut, are their teammates, and old family friends.” He said beamingly

The large male turned to look at Phen, “I’m Walnut.” He stated with a deep yet friendly voice, extending his hand, which Phen shook politely

“Phenix,” She replied with a smile, “nice to meet you.”

“Oh right!” Wynn suddenly exclaimed, “I almost forgot, haha.” He motioned towards the rest of his team, “These are my teammates; Phen, Wulfie and Regalia. Phen’s our team leader!” He said with child-like enthusiasm.

“So, you’re gonna be in charge of Kitten, huh? Good luck.” An unknown female voice chuckled a little ways behind Phenix. They turned to see a pair of white-haired girls standing there. One looking overall a bit tomboyish; short, messy hair peeking out from under a beanie, untucked shirt and an open blazer, whilst the other seemed like the polar opposite; long, flowing hair, tied back in a low pony tail, a well-kept and neat uniform, completed with a large colonial hat accentuated with a purple feather.
“Kitten?” Phen questioned the girl standing behind her

“Mauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuve” Wynn whined as he walked past Phen to stand infront of the tomboyish one, “You’re still gonna call me that?!”

“Of course!” Mauve replied as she threw her arm over his shoulders before pulling him down into a headlock. “Still look like a kitten, still act like a kitten, so Imma still call you a kitten.” Wynn wriggled around for a moment before blinking out of Mauve’s grip, almost falling over before regaining his balance. “Mauve Leon,” She said with a wink to Phen, “Kitten’s older sister.” She motioned to the other girl who was beside her, “This is my teammate…”

“Raspberry Schnee.” The other girl introduced herself with a courteous nod, “A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Where’s Silver and Mikasuki?” Almond asked them

“They should be here any minute…” Mauve replied as she turned around to look at another two people walking towards them.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Wynn 'Leo' Leon Character Portrait: Regalia Kitsu Character Portrait: Viridian Boudic Character Portrait: Raven Coeur de Lion Character Portrait: Yale Khamun Character Portrait: Indu Tzu Character Portrait: Phenix Sovereign Character Portrait: T'wulf Lupus

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Still in the Damned Cafeteria

"Who?" Wynn asked quizzically. Those were two names he was not all that familiar with.

"Who? I swear we told you about those two," Mauve turned to Milk and Walnut scratching her head as she did so. "We did, didn't we?"

"Not like it matters if we did anyway," Almond laughed dryly. "I'm pretty sure the lil' goofball won't forget them after he actually meets them. They're quite the imposing duo." He turned to the two women he was referring to. "I hope that wasn't too rude?"

"I hazard to say I would even care if it was." The taller of the two women said rather flatly. Apart from her clear beauty, her blood red hair was tied in a neat pony tail, accented by a rather bright golden tiara sitting on her head. She smirked at Almond with little sympathy. "I hope I wasn't too rude?"

All the Leon's laughed at the statement bar Almond, who turned away in mock indignation. "Touche you uppity...."

"ANYWAY!" Mauve exclaimed covering up Almond's insult, knowing how Mikasuki's temper could be. "So Kitten," He smiled at Wynn's obviously embarrassed face each time he said the "k" word. "This lanky mass of wit, culture and enormous ego is Mikasuki Coeur de Lion, or Ice Queen if you don't know her too well. Probably one of the strongest students in the school right now." Wynn whistled in an impressed manner.

T'wulf seemed taken aback by the name of the new rival. "You're not related to Raven Coeur de Lion, are you?" She asked in surprise. Catching the intrigue of the rest of her team.

"Sadly." Mikasuki answered. "I am assuming you have had the misfortune of meeting the faliure I am ashamed to call a brother?"

The four of them nodded their heads almost in sync with each other, rather surprised by Mikasuki's love of her brother.

Regalia was the first to formally interact with Mikasuki from PWTR. "Regalia Kitsu," She outstreched her hand for Mikasuki to shake, to little success as Mikasuki just looked down her nose at her junior. "Pleased to meet you I guess." Regalia said rather timidly after the rather rude display. Mauve quickly placed an arm over Regalia's shoudler. "Don't take any notice of her, she's just an ass when it comes to being human." Wynn started laughing.

"What is so funny whelp?" Mikasuki remarked in a snide tone, however it did little to stem Wynn's laughter. "You are lucky you are Mauve's sister or I would silence you now." Mikasuki remarked darkly only to the laughter of the surrounding group of students.

"Um Mikasuki, you know Wynn is a boy right?" Walnut asked in a rather lighthearted manner, only to wither a little under her ensuing stare.

"You can believe what you like. I'm sure he will reach puberty soon." Mikasuki retorted in a rather flat manner to hide her embarrassment. Rasberry and Mauve began laughing uproariously. Wynn looked at Mikasuki in an over-dramatic display of mock horror causing PWTR to begin laughing again.

Mauve turned to the shorter girl standing next to Mikasuki. Her long silver hair and dearstalker hat (Just think Sherlock Holmes) being the most notable aspects of her appearance. Her slight frame seemed out of place among the larger and stockier second years. Even Mikasuki seamed to have more meat on her than the other girl. "And this string bean is Silver Lucifer. As you may have guessed from the surname, she is Kamar's little sister." Wynn could not have even begun to look more excited. "She also happens to be the leader of our team."

"What's Kamar like at home? Come on tell me, tell me, tell me!" Wynn seemed to be literally teleporting around Silver purely out of sheer excitement. It was not until Almond grabbed him by the collar was anyone actually able to keep their eyes focused on him.

"Sorry about that Silver." Milk apologized on her little brother's behalf. "He tend's to get excited over things like that."

Silver merely nodded at Milk before speaking in a rather methodically calm manner. "I know." Milk just raised her hands while Raspberry began chuckling at her comment.

"You should know that she would know by now Milk. She always knows all there is to know about someone before they even know that she knows....Mmph" Raspberry's mouth was promptly covered by Silver who sighed at her teammate's display of wordplay. Raspberry kept talking underneath her hand.

"If you are going to open your trap, engage your brain if you could." Silver reprimanded calmly, allowing Raspberry to finally breath again..and continue talking until Mauve slapped her lightly on the back of her head.

"What do you mean she always knows?" Phen asked, quite perplexed by Raspberry's choice of words. She was met with yet another bout of giggling from Mauve.

"That would spoil the fun." She said with a quick wink.

In the ensuing silence that followed, all eyes turned to Mikasuki who began striding towards where Team IVRY were sitting. T'wulf placed a hand next to Wynn's ear and began to whisper. "I think IVRY might just be in some trouble now." Wynn kept his eyes locked on the group with an eerily large smile creeping on his lips. He turned to T'wulf.

"Got any popcorn?"

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Team IVRY's Table

Vi plonked herself down ruffly into her seat next to Indu, visibly irritated. Indu looked at her and opened her mouth to speak, however Raven beat her there.

"I swear you're one mission in life is to make us look bad." Raven laughed, his ego and self confidence almost overflowing at this point. "How many times is it now that you've been shown up in front of a group of people?"

"Four." Yale answered before returning to his tea.

"Yes four...wait you speak?" Raven turned to Yale who finished his tea with a final gulp and began pouring himself another cup from the steel tea pot lying on the table, completely ignoring Raven.

"Anyhow, four times. If it happens again..." Raven started before he was interrupted by a furious Viridian.

"Pick your next words very carefully." She said, biting back her anger as much as she could as she stared at Raven, her hands turning white as she clenched her fist. "Because if I don't like what you say, I'm going to...argh fuck!" Viridian yelled as Indu jabbed her between her right ribs sharply, somehow calming her down.

"I would prefer it if you could go more than five minutes without trying to fight someone." Indu spoke in a rather reprimanding tone. "If I am honest Viridian, it is getting rather tedious." Vi looked at Indu angrily, but seeing the look in Indu's eyes, thought better of it.

She sighed. "I don't wanna admit it but you have a point." Vi jabbed a fork into her breakfast consisting of pancakes and bacon and began eating as quickly as she could manage.

"Oh so the big bad thug is taking order...OWWW!" Raven exclaimed as Vi slammed her left fist onto Raven's hand to shut him up.

"You are still as big a disappointment as I remember, my brother." A voice came from behind Raven, but one he knew all too well. Distinctly feminine and about as pompous as he could remember. Racen turned to find his older sister, Mikasuki staring down at him.

"Oh fuck..." Raven began before Mikasuki placed a none to gentle hand on his shoulder, keeping him from his planned escape. Indu looked up at her, as did Viridian. Yale made a glance at her but then returned to his tea.

"It has definitely been a while Miss Coeur de Lion." Indu said with a bob of her head. "It is a pleasure to see you again."

"Hey no need to be courteous to this..." Raven began but then found himself wincing into silence as Mikasuki's hand dug into his shoulder just a little bit more.

"Ah so I assume you are my brother's leader, Indu?" Mikasuki asked in mock inquisitiveness. "That would explain why he has not began to behave...or the fact that your team is running amok around the school already, mainly thanks to that neanderthal sitting next to you." Mikasuki has a very sharp tongue. Sharp enough to even grind against Indu's tether.

"I would prefer it if you remove your hand from my teammate's arm and while you are at it, maybe curbing your tongue would be the next thing you could do." She said icily. Vi at this point had put down her fork and began cracking her knuckles.

"I hate to have to agree with her, but you're really starting to rub me the wrong way bitch." Vi stood up along with Indu. Mikasuki just smiled coldly and released her hand from Raven's shoulder.

"I would be careful threatening me in future. As my little brother can tell you, I don't play nice." Mikasuki's voice was laden in malicious intent as she began walking away from the team back to her her own. "The way you are all now, you would not even last 2 minutes with Mauve's brother's team. If it was me you fought, you would not reach 20 seconds." She paced off, not even looking back.

Vi looked at Raven, who was rubbing his probably now bruised shoulder. "You know, I never thought I'd feel sorry for you but...damn." She remarked as she returned to what little of her plate of food remained.

"She is not exactly the most polite person I have ever met." Indu said as she sat back down and played with her empty tea cup. "You have my sympathy Raven."

"I know this might be a little out of character but...thanks." He said with a sigh. "Anyway can we get back to hating each other's guts?" He asked sarcastically.

"Well maybe after our next lesson. We have Mr Quinton apparently. However it appears there is no information on what we will be studying in his lesson." Indu seemed perplexed at the blank space next to the lesson schedule.

"How long do we have?" Viridian asked unceremoniously through a mouthful of food.

"About 10 minutes...the journey will take 5 apparently." Indu answered.

"DAMN IT, I DIDN'T GET TO FINISH MY BREAKFAST!" Raven shouted aloud as he began to stuff toast into his mouth as fast as he could before he had to leave.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Wynn 'Leo' Leon Character Portrait: Regalia Kitsu Character Portrait: Viridian Boudic Character Portrait: Jasper McTavish Character Portrait: Ecru Talon Character Portrait: Indu Tzu Character Portrait: Arsenic Arisen Character Portrait: Damask Cruci Character Portrait: Phenix Sovereign Character Portrait: T'wulf Lupus Character Portrait: Sienna Seraphim Character Portrait: Ebony Azoth

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JADE had exited the classroom with no enthusiasm, walking in twos down the hall as they talked. Arsenic and Damask walked ahead of Jasper and Talon, speaking quietly to one another as their steps fell in time to the quiet music being played over the speakers. For whatever reason, Nic had chosen to wear her hair up, a detail that hadn’t gone unnoticed by her team.

“You sat quietly and listened to the lecture today,” Dama remarked in her usual quiet fashion. She quirked a brow at Nic. “I’m impressed.” Nic scoffed playfully, placing a hand over her chest in mock offense.

“You wound me, Dama,” she exaggerated. “I have the capacity to sit still and be a good student like you.”

“But only when you want to,” Talon commented.

“Oh hush,” Nic retorted, turning to shush him in one fluid movement. She turned again and continued walking along.

“Seriously, though, Nic. You’re kinda weird,” Jasper observed nonchalantly. Nic winced a bit at the comment before recovering swiftly.

“Weird how?” she questioned, shooting him an unreadable look.

“You always do something different,” he answered instantly. “It’s like your personality is changing all the time.”

“You know me,” she responded with a loud huff of laughter, “I’m just oh so very adaptable.” The two of them laughed while Dama and Talon rolled their eyes at the pair.

As they continued to walk along, other students passed them by with nary a glance. Of course there had been talk of Talon’s duel with Indu, and of course JADE as a whole had received a bad reputation for it. The rest of the school didn’t see eye to eye with Jasper and Talon - and truthfully neither did Nic or Dama. Nic herself had agreed that it was cheating, based upon the rules agreed upon by Talon and Indu, but Jasper had a point. That’s how life is, out in the wilds. Especially in Reverie. She frowned - The other teams could do well to teach themselves that, Nic thought to herself. Dama herself had voiced her distaste of the situation after the fact, with a stern, “I understand your feelings, but there were terms for that duel and you broke them. It wasn’t necessarily an ‘anything goes’ type of match.”

As they arrived back at their dorm, schedules devoid of classes for the rest of the day, Jasper and Talon broke off from Dama and Nic, continuing down the hall towards the courtyard.

The two girls entered their room quietly, the door clicking shut softly behind them. Dama stood by the bunk they shared as Nic flopped down on the mattress with a squeak. She sat with her head resting in her hands for quite some time before she raised her gaze to Dama. The latter watched her patiently, attempting to read the distraught look on her face. Eventually Dama ended up sitting next to her, a hand placed tentatively on Nic’s shoulder.

“I’m not that weird, am I, Dama?”

There it was.

“No,” she answered softly, voice unusually laden with emotion. “You’re not.”

“Then why do I feel so out of place here?” Nic pleaded. “This school is supposed to be for the best of the best in Empyrean, and everyone just thinks of me as a slacker with no real talents.”

“They have no idea who you really are under that facade you wear,” Dama asserted, taking Nic off guard. The blue-haired teen stared at her, eyes confused.

“They’ve never seen you fight,” Dama insisted. “We’ve only been here a few weeks and classes only started recently, Nic.”

“There’s more to being a Huntress than fighting,” Nic bit back with a humorless laugh. She shrugged Dama’s hand from her shoulder, turning her face to the wall. “I want to prove to them that I deserve to be here. To show them that my teammates aren’t burdens to me.”

For a moment, Dama was quiet. Nic thought she had simply decided to let the conversation end there - and wished that she would have. Instead, after an uncomfortable shuffle, she spoke.

“Is that all we are?”

Nic tensed, realizing what she had implied far too late. Her throat closed up and her eyes stung with bitter, unshed tears. Dama seemed to take her silence as affirmation, and rose from the bed in a hurry. Nic reached after her, but found that she was already gone, the door closing solidly behind her. Nic’s outstretched hand fell limply into her lap, and all she could do was stare at the door. Frustration boiled to the surface and Nic flopped backwards onto the mattress, flinging her fist into the sheets with a grunt. She’d said the wrong thing as always. She lay an arm over her eyes.

Great.

*****

Sometime after class, team PWTR had separated to spend time relaxing. T’wulf had insisted on being with Phen at first, but Wynn had convinced her to go with him to the courtyard to do something that Phen hadn’t been able to hear. The redhead in question sat against the headboard of her shared bed with a folded book in her hand. Her eyes skipped over the words as she munched wordlessly on a chip from the near empty bowl at her side. Regalia sat at one of the only desks in their room working diligently on an assignment. She would pause occasionally to adjust her posture, and then continue on quietly. The only sounds heard in the room were the flipping of pages and the tick of a pencil writing rather aggressively. Phen’s eyes shifted from her book to her teammate, whose shoulders were raised with tension and fists balled unconsciously. She sighed softly and raised herself from the mattress.

“You won’t get anywhere if you study while your mind is preoccupied,” Phen noted, leaning on the back of Regalia’s chair. Regalia sat back, huffing.

“That isn’t going to stop me from trying,” she grumbled, clearly irritated. Phen frowned at this.

“I can tell something’s bothering you,” Phen stated as though it were a fact. Regalia laughed once and lolled her head to look her leader in the eye.

“I must be an open book,” she joked.

“Well, I do love reading,” Phen retorted without missing a beat. Regalia groaned at the joke, but smiled regardless. “Maybe we should do something to take your mind off of whatever it is?”

“Like what?” Regalia asked, stretching her arms over her head with a slight pop of her back. Phen thought for a moment before her eyes drifted to a board that lay atop their table.

“Chess?” she suggested. A devilish smile split Regalia’s face from ear to ear.

“Oh, you’re on.”

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Within minutes the board had been set up and the two were after each other’s kings. Each move was planned and served a tactical purpose. As the two of them played together, Regalia felt the rest of the world melt away - only the two of them remained in their quiet dorm room, and the soft clicks of the pieces on the board were all that could be heard. For awhile, they played in silence. Neither one spoke until what was well over halfway through the game, when Phen groaned.

“Really? A King’s Gambit?”

“It’s a good strategy,” Regalia declared proudly, watching as Phen removed her sacrificed pawn from the board. “You could have denied it, you know.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Phen questioned as she looked over her own pieces, a hand over her mouth in concentration. Regalia looked on in amusement as Phen scanned the board as only a true tactician could.

Regalia continued to watch Phen as she pondered her next move, finding herself much more relaxed than she had previously been. Resting one elbow on her raised knee and her other hand against the floor, Regalia leaned back and observed her leader’s expression. She almost laughed at how childish and innocent Phen looked as she weighed her options, taking chess as seriously as she would have taken a life-or-death battle. It was quite endearing, really. Her gaze shifted to the window, and she watched the evening light fade below the horizon. With each moment the sun sank lower and the sky burned a brighter shade of orange until it almost matched Phen’s fiery locks. She let out a puff of laughter, and Phen looked up.

“Is something funny?” she asked, her piece - a Rook, Regalia noted - gripped between her thumb and forefinger.

“Thanks for this,” Regalia said suddenly, and a startled Phen dropped her piece with a loud clatter. She fumbled for a moment, trying her best to catch it before it eventually rolled off the table and onto the floor. Regalia burst into a fit of laughter as Phen reached all the way across the floor to grab the rook with a groan of embarrassment that she hardly stifled. Sitting back up, she slammed the piece into place and glared at Regalia who was still laughing quite hard.

“It’s not funny.”

“You looked like a scared toddler, oh my god!” Regalia sputtered through her fits of earnest laughter. Phen’s brows only furrowed further and she crossed her arms over her chest with an indignant grumble.

“You did that on purpose,” Phen accused her. Regalia sat up again, wiping tears from her eyes as she continued to giggle.

“Did what?” she questioned innocently.

“Scared me!” Phen whined, sounding very much like a child and not the grown woman that she was.

“Phen, I said thank you,” she pointed out as she reached for a bishop and moved it across the board. Her red-haired companion sneered.

“You said it really loudly,” she pouted, eyes once again looking over the board thoroughly before she grabbed at her knight and blocked the path of Regalia’s pawn.

“I wanted you to hear me,” Regalia answered truthfully. “You get really lost in thought when you play chess.” She moved her queen in to take care of the knight Phen had placed a moment ago, opening the way for her pawn and a rook she had been saving.

Phen only grunted in response, throwing another bishop in her queen’s path. Regalia smiled and took the bishop, placing Phen’s king in check.

“You actually get lost in thought a lot,” she noted as Phen moved to counter. She winced when her leader took the queen with a second well-placed knight. “What’s that about?”

Phen looked up at her quizzically, eyes searching for any reason or meaning behind the question. All she found was genuine curiosity. She sighed as she placed a pawn in the path of one of Regalia’s own. “That’s just how I am.”

“I know that,” Regalia drawled. “But why are you like that?” Phen recoiled a bit at the phrasing of the question, but answered nonetheless.

“I can’t really be as forthcoming with my emotions as others because of my semblance,” Phen admitted, her eyes focused hard on something that was beyond the board or the girl across from her. Regalia sympathized with her. “I have to be rational and calculative with everything I do, so I think about everything.” She shrugged after she finished speaking.

“I see,” Regalia mumbled as she moved to complete her strategy and place Phen’s king in check for the second time. The redhead moved the king one space to the left in response, placing it behind three pawns. She once again put Phen’s king in check by taking the right-most pawn.

“What did you thank me for?” Phen asked. Regalia looked up from the board and then back down again, watching the leader’s moves.

“For taking my mind off of it,” she uttered almost lamely. Phen laughed.

“Right; it. What was it, again?” Phen grinned when Regalia shot her a look.

“Shut it,” she warned, her tone laced with mirth. Phen grinned, moving to rise from her spot on the floor.

“Yeah, okay,” she drawled as she rose to her full height. “As much fun as this has been, I have to return a few books to the library before it gets too late.”

Regalia simply hummed in acknowledgement as she, too, rose to return to her studies. Phen gathered a book bag that looked entirely too heavy, and made her way to the door as Regalia stretched. Just as she swung it open, the hinges creaking loudly and causing both of them to flinch, Phen turned back to her with a sly grin.

“By the way - checkmate.”

She shut the door behind her just as Regalia noticed the rogue knight that had cornered her king.

*****

Damask sat, sipping water with a towel slung around her neck and her big-ass cross taking up several feet of the bench next to her. She surveyed the shooting range with a twinge of satisfaction. Seeing shattered targets had always calmed her nerves when she found herself in a mood. Taking another swig from her bottle, she capped it and set it by her feet, hanging her head between her knees as she cooled off from her workout.

It was late, as it often was when she came here. Dama found she could work much better when she was alone and it was dark. She thrived in the dimly lit training center, though now that she was still, her bitterness overcame her.

She knew that Arsenic hadn’t meant it that way, but from the start she had known that the blue-haired girl didn’t trust Talon or Jasper. After all, she had brought it to Dama’s attention multiple times after their team had been formed. It had been so unlike Nic to show that much distrust of others, especially people she was supposed to be working with. She scoffed at the thought.

She should have known that distrust would eventually extend to herself. Nic had always felt inadequate compared to others, and Dama was no exception. Arsenic was often scolded for her laid-back attitude towards everything, while Dama was praised for being quiet and doing well in her studies. But Damask knew how smart Nic was. She knew how capable she was.

What she hadn’t known was that she could be so spiteful. Her face soured at the thought of Arsenic acting even remotely as such, but the seed had been planted. She mentally kicked herself for thinking so negatively of her best friend.

Dama knew she didn’t mean it that way. But it still stung, and she was still irritated.

She reached for her crucifix again, hoisting it over her shoulders with ease and walking sluggishly towards the center of the training facility as it whirred to life around her.

*****

T’wulf still had trouble remembering why she had agreed to climb into the tree with him. Had it been his constant and unwavering insistence? Had it been his kitten eyes that he used on anyone he wanted something from? Had it been that she was simply annoyed and wanted him to be quiet for five minutes? All three?

“Why is everyone looking at us so funnily? All we did is climb a tree,” he spoke, his voice unusually shrill.

It was the last one, mostly.

T’wulf sighed, a sound muffled by the crook of her elbow that her face was currently resting in. “Wynn, we’re in the only tree in the courtyard,” she quipped, quirking a brow at him when he pouted. “You also yelled something about wanting to build a treehouse here, and I’m pretty sure everyone else thinks you actually plan to go through with that treason.” Wynn shrugged and held his hands up defensively.

“What’s wrong with wanting to have a treehouse here? I think it would look fine,” he replied, to his credit, with an earnest lilt that T’wulf hadn’t expected. It only made her incredulous expression seem all the more uncalled for as she stared at him. She elected not to bring it up, because she’d already had to suffer through thirty minutes of him talking about how he would create said treehouse, and she would rather not repeat that.

Instead, she shifted her weight and laid back against the trunk of the tree and sprawled her legs haphazardly wherever there was another branch to hold a foot or leg. “So you dragged me here just to talk in a tree?”

“Um, yeah?” he shot back, as though his reason for doing so was obvious and T’wulf was missing the point. She stared at him and blinked twice before she sighed again.

“Why?” she questioned, both genuinely curious and too exasperated to really care.

“Is it so bad that I want to get to know my teammates?” Wynn practically whined.

“But in a tree?”

“Well what do you suggest, Wulfie?” Wynn bit back, the use of her nickname intended as a joke. T’wulf scoffed.

“Uh, the roof, maybe?” Her eyes locked with Wynn’s, and he smiled sheepishly. “And don’t call me Wulfie.”

“Wait, why not?” he asked, his voice raised to a whine for the second time in thirty seconds.

“Only Phen has ever called me that, and that was when we were kids,” she explained without missing a beat. “It makes me sound too soft and… squishy.”

“Pfft!” Wynn was obviously having trouble holding back his laughter. “Squishy?”

T’wulf shook it off, instead looking to the cobblestone below and scanning the throngs of people that had decided to join them in the courtyard that evening. As the sun set, she began her usual habit of turning her ring around her finger over and over again. She watched until the sky was painted unearthly shades of red and violet, and by that point she had half a mind to jump down from the tree. Wynn seemed to notice her sudden silence and was taken aback by it.

“Do you not want to talk?” he asked. “Because we can always do this another time.”

“It’s not that,” T’wulf assured him, making eye contact. “I just don’t understand why you insist on trying to be friends with everyone.” Wynn grinned, the type that would hurt anyone else's face, and let out a laugh.

“I’m not trying to be friends with everyone. I’m just trying to be friendly,” he corrected her as though it was the greatest play on words there had ever been. T’wulf cocked her head, much the same way a confused dog would, and made a noise of amusement.

“Really? Because if that were the case you wouldn’t have half of IVRY after you,” she spoke, throwing him a knowing smirk. Wynn just laughed and looked down at the courtyard, seeming to spot something. T’wulf, curious, followed his gaze and tensed when she saw Talon and Jasper moving toward the tree. It didn’t look as though they were there to seek them out, but T’wulf sat on the branch, bewildered nonetheless.

“What would they be doing out here? I never pegged them to be the courtyard-y type,” Wynn mused with a frown.

“Maybe we should get out of the tree,” T’wulf suggested. “You know, before they decide to double-team one of us.” Wynn cracked a smile before nodding his agreement.

“After you, milady,” he spoke with a courtly tone, gesturing to the ground as though it were the marble floors of a well-kept castle. She decided to play along for once.

“Why thank you, kind sir!” she acknowledged as she dropped from the branch and onto the grass below. Wynn joined her not a second later, and they began their trek back to the dorm in comfortable silence.

At least, until a large group of students who had once been admiring the sunset spotted their favorite underclassmen, and swarmed T’wulf. She stood stock still in the center of the group, sending a pleading look Wynn’s way as he stood outside the circle and laughed.

“Sorry, Wulfie! You’re on your own,” he shouted above the chaos as he turned and made a mad dash for the first year tower. T’wulf simply frowned, slightly angered by his use of her nickname, but then turned to those that surrounded her, shaking her head with a small smile that many girls squealed at. She supposed she would have to get him for this later.

*****

The following day was no less tense among the students. They were, after all, still getting used to one another. Ebony knew she couldn’t expect a high caliber of participation from them, given their awkwardness, but still she tried to facilitate some discussion.

She strode into the classroom, the mere sight of her quieting any chatter. The discomfort was palpable. She sighed, quick and sharp, as she dropped her papers onto her desk with a loud thud. The students visibly jumped, affording her a rather base form of satisfaction.

“I don’t know how many times this has been addressed by my colleagues, but it is mandatory for first year students to sit with their assigned teams.”

Many of the students glared at her.

“I understand that some of you,” she continued, her eyes narrowed at IVRY, “do not mesh well together. That is fine, however in my classroom the rules will be followed regardless of your personal feelings.”

The students shuffled in their seats, their dislike of Ebony already apparent to the raven-haired instructor. She almost smiled in amusement. Almost.

“You may be surprised to hear that I am far more lenient with my fourth year students,” she spoke over the noise of shifting chairs. “Those particular rumors are true.” A collective whispering from the students confirmed her suspicion that her reputation had, indeed, preceded her. As usual. “Do not expect me to treat you as such, however. Both literally and figuratively, you are all still children. I will not baby you, but you will not receive the same freedoms that other instructors may be a bit too willing to hand to you.”

“That’s pretty bitchy of you,” a lone voice sounded from the left side of the room. Ebony quickly pinpointed its source. Front row, sitting just in front of team PWTR, closest to the door, as far away from the team leader as possible - Viridian.

Ebony’s stare seemed to encourage her further, and she sneered.

“So what you’re basically telling us, right off the bat, is that this class isn’t going to be any fun? Good to know - I guess I’ll be skipping it from now on.” She laughed heartily, and a few students hesitantly followed suit.

Ebony simply stared at Vi until the laughter died to just her own. “It seems that your sense of humor is not quite similar to my own, Miss Boudic.” Her tone stung like bitter cold, and all other students visibly tensed - some even bit their lips to keep themselves from gasping. “I will have you know that I also employ a much stricter attendance policy. Any unexcused absences are dealt with accordingly.”

“By doing what?” Vi spat. “Sending me to His-Royal-Ignorance to get a slap on the wrist and a stern talking to?” This elicited more laughter than before.

“Essentially,” Ebony confirmed with a slight nod of her head. “Although multiple absences will be met with confiscation of weapons, and excessive absences will be punished with expulsion.” The students were quiet once again, including Vi.

“I suggest you hold your tongue, Viridian,” Indu hissed above the quiet. Vi opened her mouth to retort, but Ebony beat her to it.

“I quite agree with Miss Tzu.” Both Indu and Viridian looked at her. “You would do well to listen to your leader, girl. She’s got a good head on her shoulders.” Indu visibly straightened at the praise, which Ebony mentally noted. She would need help to keep her team under control, and Ebony would offer that help - at a later time.

“If by a good head, you mean she’s enough of an idiot to fall for the mirror trick JADE used on her, then yeah. I guess,” Viridian spoke coldly, directing a nasty glare at Talon and Jasper. Ebony followed her gaze, noting the other two members of team JADE intentionally looking away.

“I would rather not speak of the display from either team,” Ebony answered. “Both were quite sloppy: forms wrong, stances imperfect, weapons ill-maintained.”

Both IVRY and JADE seemed to bristle at this, one team substantially more than the other, but Ebony lifted a hand to silence any possible reply.

“That is not to speak of the skill the fighters obviously possess. On the battlefield, there is little time to assess one’s own footwork, form, or weapon. From what I happened to witness, both parties are formidable opponents indeed - simply in need of improvement. However, on a true battlefield, unfortunate things can happen at a moment's notice. There are no rules. There are no feelings. There is only you…” Ebony trailed off, running her fingers along the skull of a Tarandrus kept atop a stack of dusty tomes. “... and them.”

With that, Sienna emerged from the hallway. She strode along the tiled floor and stood at Ebony’s side, grinning to those she recognized.

“It seems that Ebony here has done an excellent job of turning a disagreement into a lesson,” she remarked with a pointed look at Viridian. “Now that it’s over, I will be joining you for this first class, demonstrating for all of you along with Ebony.”

As the two women gathered their weapons and began to move into position, a student - Damask, she recalled - spoke up. “Miss Azoth - demonstrating what, exactly?”

“Demonstrating how the proper weapon can aid its owner in battle,” she spoke through her teeth as she prepared further. She shed her blazer and unbuttoned her dress shirt, revealing a black tank top underneath. Many of the students either whispered or whistled quietly at the sight of her well-muscled back and arms. Even Viridian seemed slightly impressed at the sight of her abs beneath the cloth of the top.

“Is it really necessary for you to strip half-heartedly in front of the students?” Sienna joked as she rolled her hair into a bun and fastened it into place.

“No,” Ebony admitted, doing the same with her own hair. “But I rather enjoy the freedom of movement that it offers.” Many of the students laughed at this, save for JADE and IVRY.

Ebony pointed to the hand raised just behind Viridian’s head as she continued doing small stretches.

“Is there anything specific you’ll be showing us?” Phenix questioned. Ebony shook her head.

“Aside from showcasing our own weapons, this is purely for demonstrative purposes. You can take from it what you wish - but ultimately the purpose of this is to show all of you how important it is to have a weapon that balances oneself well.”

Both instructors moved into position, each gripping their swords loosely at their sides.

When it came down to it, not a single student could have really said who made the first move of the two of them.

Sienna was on Ebony in a split second, swinging her sword in a wide arc. Ebony easily blocked the strike and limboed beneath it. She spun to Sienna’s backside, thrusting her jian forward. The younger instructor sidestepped and countered with her own thrust, blade extending far beyond its intended target. Ebony parried, the blade now in her left hand, and slammed her palm to the floor.

Sienna’s balance was thrown as the tiles began to rise in columns. Ebony traversed them as they rose, approaching her counterpart swiftly. As she watched Sienna ready her sword Ebony spun, gaining momentum. Their blades clashed with a shockwave that sent many students to the floor.

Ebony quickly withdrew, juking to Sienna’s right and grabbing her sword arm. She brought it upward and moved to strike with her left hand. Sienna jerked from her grip and ducked, swiping with her leg in retaliation. Ebony grabbed her ankle, pulling her forward as she thrust with her right hand again. Sienna straightened her back and watched the black blade pass before her eyes. She twisted her body in Ebony’s grip, yanking the older instructor with her down the newly formed mountain of tiles. As they fell, each found their balance atop a lone column and stood to catch a breath.

Sienna hadn’t seen when Ebony had inserted a vial of dust into her sword, but could tell from the way the blade was sparking with embers that it was now superheated.

The raven-haired woman leapt toward her opponent, catching her ankle with her own and throwing her off balance. The two of them fell from atop the column, struggling as they went. Sienna managed to kick Ebony away from her and landed on her feet before skidding to a halt some meters from her.

Ebony flew much farther than expected, and Sienna had thought she wouldn’t be able to regain balance before she landed. However, Ebony corrected herself expertly, slamming her jian into the floor to halt herself before she launched herself upward again using the hilt as leverage. As she rose higher, the temperature dropped and spears of ice formed around her. With a simple movement she directed them forward. Sienna moved gracefully as she evaded them, leaping over some and sliding beneath others.

Ebony landed hard, her hand already gripping the hilt of her blade, before she spun on one knee. Her sword erupted in flames, and a wave of fire was sent Sienna’s way. The latter easily flipped over it, following through with another strike carried by her momentum. Ebony rose to her feet before she jumped, placing a hand on the blade as it passed below her and kicking her legs out for balance. As she came down from the maneuver, she crossed her right leg over herself and brought the left down in a drop kick that connected with Sienna’s shoulder. Sienna stood slightly taller, not even flinching at the blow to her shoulder, and spun. Ebony mimicked the move in the opposite direction.

The duel ended with their blades to each other’s neck and resounding applause from the students. The two withdrew from one another and Sienna gave the class a grin. They both bowed simultaneously.

“Settle down,”Sienna spoke above the chaos. “While I’m sure you enjoyed the duel itself, please remember that it was not just for your entertainment. Ebony and I were holding back a great deal of our power, but this should have been enough to illustrate the point of this lesson.”

“The proper weapon in essential to the user,” Ebony continued. “Some may use bludgeons, some may use blades, others firearms. Each offers its own set of pros and cons, and one must be diligent when choosing a weapon for themselves.” The class was now listening intently, staring at the two instructors. “There are even some weapons,” she said, looking to Arsenic and Indu, “that do not fall into one category alone. Dust is one of those weapons.”

“Now that is done, please excuse me,” Sienna said, bowing to the students once again. She exited quietly.

“Our next class will be at the same time next week. We will be talking about the application of dust and semblances to weapons in order to make them more effective.” Ebony slid her arms into the sleeves of her blazer, turning away from the students to face the windows that afforded quite the view. “You may go,” she said, waving her hand dismissively.

If the chatter as the students exited was anything to go by, there would be no skipping classes from any of them. It was a good sign, as far as she was concerned.