RWBY: The Years Before: Shadow of Grim

[Chayliel]

Asher had slowly started to panic in his mind. He never knew what to say to people, much less crying girls. He was very relieved that Morganite had taken over. He nodded in her direction, ever so subtly. Once he thought they were finished he spoke, "Whenever I fight, I remember who the real monsters are and that always gives me a reason to fight. Who cares if the monsters can talk now? They still kill people, innocent people." To everyone else, it seemed like Asher was talking about the Grimm. But to himself he knew who he was talking about. His clan, the murderers, the monsters. He looked past Silas and got lost in his train of memory of his childhood. He clenched his fist and jaw just for a second. He looked back at Silas with empathy in his eyes. "And anyways. I'm here. I got your backs." He added and smirked at his teammates present.

 

[Karcen]

" So we done with being overly dramatic ?" Morganite asked in a rather deadpan tone as well pouring your heart out just wasn't his thing, being a bit of an actor he never really let people in so he tried not to get to into them as mutual understanding, he would be friends but he didn't demand that others talk abotu their lives. This meant he could be distant but it was simple that way and well he just didn't go for that whole my life has a mission thing.


" And here I am just here because my parents wanted it with little suffering in my life, so no big speech here or dramatic, its not like i broke a nail" He said sounding not exactly interested in being over the top or the others life stories.

 

[Chayliel]

"Yes. Did you ladies have dinner yet? Because I only had my first dinner and I'm starving." Asher said while stretching his back. He started towards the door and put his left hand on the wall, but his body was still turned toward the other two. He was ready for food, always. He hated talking about his life, and for a good reason too, but he knew that not everyone was like him, and he wasn't like everyone else. He understood differences between people and himself. But there is something everyone likes. Food.

 

[Emperor Of Embers]

"Yes. Did you ladies have dinner yet? Because I only had my first dinner and I'm starving." Asher said while stretching his back. He started towards the door and put his left hand on the wall, but his body was still turned toward the other two. He was ready for food, always. He hated talking about his life, and for a good reason too, but he knew that not everyone was like him, and he wasn't like everyone else. He understood differences between people and himself. But there is something everyone likes. Food.

"I honestly don't feel like eating. I've got some reading to do. You know, so I can be ahead of the class." She said as she grabbed a book out, and set it on her lap. Then Boomer knocked on their door. "May I come in? I am new and wanna make some friends." He said in a friendly tone as he stood patiently outsides of the door. @Metaphysics @Chayliel @Karcen

 

[Chayliel]

Asher snickered at Silas saying that she needed to read. "Girls." He said shaking his head. He had opened the door right when Boomer finished speaking. He stood there and looked down to Boomer. He was tall, but not as tall as Asher. He simply blinked at him for a while. He let it sink in that there was someone there and he said, "K" he moved out of the doorway allowed Boomer in. He said to the new guy, "I'm Asher." He turned to the other two and pointed at Silas and then Morganite. "Silas. Morganite."

 

[Emperor Of Embers]

Asher snickered at Silas saying that she needed to read. "Girls." He said shaking his head. He had opened the door right when Boomer finished speaking. He stood there and looked down to Boomer. He was tall, but not as tall as Asher. He simply blinked at him for a while. He let it sink in that there was someone there and he said, "K" he moved out of the doorway allowed Boomer in. He said to the new guy, "I'm Asher." He turned to the other two and pointed at Silas and then Morganite. "Silas. Morganite."

"Nice to meet you all. I am Boomer." He said as he extended Hus hand to Asher for a handshake. "Hi boomer! Is this your first day?" Silas asked him as he nods. "It is my first day. Even though I almost got mault by a massive pack of Beowulves, my day was good." Boomer said as he looked at Asher. "Is there supposed to be three of you?" @Metaphysics @Chayliel

 

[Entarriance]

... where in hell did he go?!


Looking back and forth frantically, Grovyn gritted his teeth. He managed to take three steps before having his weapon pick pocketed, waved in front of him, and then just straight out stolen by a man with flamboyant hair. His eyes seemed awfully, familiar, in fact they mirrored his... but, that must be a coincidence.


"It's nothing more than a coincidence..."


Spitting these words out, he bit onto his lip, attempting to keep his cool demeanor. Crossing his arms, he always had a rather intimidating look. You know, one of those people that were sadly cursed with the neutral expression that makes them appear like they want to kill someone. That type of neutral expression. Except he was actually willing to kill someone this time. Groaning, he rubbed his hand over his face after he patted his side, realizing that his bag was also gone too. Just how crafty was this guy? And at most, he managed to get it stolen from him without him realizing. Almost if it was just the air...


Shaking these thoughts out of his head, he looked up towards the sky, the orange and pink blended hue reflecting in his heterochromic eyes. Seeming to flinch at the sky, as if remembering something, he looked back down, having to go and search for this black haired teenager.


~~


Rushing down the hall, he was running down at an impressive rate. In fact, it shouldn't even be humanly possible to run that fast. considering how it seemed to be hard to keep up with in just watching. Knowing well enough that the prep probably is bound to follow him, he looked right and left, spotting an open door.


"I'M SORRY! 'Scuuse me! Sorry! I'm so sorry!"


Nimbly flipping above the male's head near the doorway, he managed to frontflip into the room, landing on his hands, before flipping onto his feet. Gasping, though it didn't seem like he was tired, rather in the aftermath of laughing, or something along the lines of that. Knowing well enough that these kids are literally from Beacon, and he could well be ganged on right here right now, he threw both his hands together in bowed.


"Uh, thank you despite the fact I forced myself in! I don't mean harm! I swear I don't. Well, for now, but that's not the point!"


Grinning, he shoved his hands in his pockets afterwards, a smile broad on his face. But despite that smile, he was internally praying that these people won't go to war with him. I mean, he's ready to escape any moment, but this was the closest populated room that he could find.... at the time.

 

[Karcen]

"Good to meet you and no there should be another but I am not sure where she is" morganite said glad to have a diffrent subject though he had no realized so much time had passed. Well time just flies sometimes

 

[Chayliel]

Asher grabbed Boomer's hand and gripped it tightly. He shook hands and said, "Yea. Ivory is a unique gal. She's somewhere in the school." He sat down on his bed, just a little bit bummed out that he didn't get to eat. "So. Where do you come from, or whatever?" He asked to keep from everything getting awkward.

 

[Entarriance]

(( @Chayliel @Karcen ))


(someone just frontflipped into your room and frantically apologized btw)

 

[Emperor Of Embers]

Asher grabbed Boomer's hand and gripped it tightly. He shook hands and said, "Yea. Ivory is a unique gal. She's somewhere in the school." He sat down on his bed, just a little bit bummed out that he didn't get to eat. "So. Where do you come from, or whatever?" He asked to keep from everything getting awkward.

"The streets of Vale." Boomer replied as silas looked up at Boomer from her book. "You sure you mean Vale?" She asked as boomer shook his head. "No. I mean I am from the streets of vale. Meaning I was homeless." He said as he crossed his arms. He then looked at the strange person who had entered the room in a strange manner. "You OK, friend?" He asked as he held his hand out to the person. @Metaphysics @Chayliel @Karcen @Entarriance

 

[Fluffy-Kat]

(When your team mates were constantly asking for a post and you finally give not one but two and they dont reply •-•)

 

[Happy Red Mage]

Ivory tilted her head but remained silent. She felt that something about this man was...off...But she ignored it and swiftly moved to lie down next to him. "Hello." She said as she lay down on the grass, letting the sun's rays hit her. Her hair was scattered all over the ground but shifted whnever she moved slightly. She was careful to leave enough space between her and this person. "And no, no problem." @Alstromeria

 

[Entarriance]

Staring at the hand held out to him, he looked brutally confused on what he was supposed to do. His gaze switched from his hand, up to him, back down to the hand, to everyone in the room, and then back at his hand. Pointing at it for a second, he awkwardly raised his gaze (assuming that Boomer is probably taller) at the man raising a brow, before looking back down at his hand. Taking it into his, after a moment of, confused hesitation, he accepted the handshake.


"The... the pleasure is mine. I'm fine, don't worry about it. This is, like, a daily occurrence. Oh, if you hear the shouting of an angry snowflake it's totally normal, okay? Just... casually.."


He seemed to move fast, frantically shaking his hand up and down, and then seemingly "teleporting" right to the door. A light breeze seemed to pass by, despite being indoors, and Hannes gently nudged the door close.


"You don't mind right? You don't. Okay, thanks!"


Taking out what he originally, well, stole, he put down the grey satchel and the sword, well, handle. He wasn't exactly sure what it did other than look like a handle of a sword. It probably did have some neat shenanigans to it. They all did. But it wasn't like he was going to find out indoors. Placing it on the ground, with the bag on the bottom as a cushion, he immediately reappeared next to Boomer, awkwardly attempting to throw his arm over his shoulder in a buddy-buddy type of fashion.


"Now that that's over, I heard something about the Streets of Vale! Something about homeless? Real sorry 'bout that chap. Y'know I had a rough background too, but wow, I can't imagine being homeless. Was it lonely? You definitely have a load of experience with it. Y'know, smart in the streets. I could finish that statement but we're like, teenagers. Oh, yeah, there are other people here. I kind of missed the question, but I'm sure it can bounce right back. From what I can tell..."


Even after his extremely fast conversation, he looked between the faces of everyone. Analysis was his forte, but the problem is you should never overanalyze a situation, or you could end up hitting the wrong switch, or a switch completely different.


Let's see, you have that guy over there. Extremely muscular, probably good charisma. Nearing 7 feet? Jesus Christ, but ok. Probably one of those tropes where he looks all hardcore and beastlike, on the verge of throwing you into the sun, but really he's a huge teddy-bear or something. What about the girl reading? Girl... wait, wait how does this go. Okay, they definitely appear female. They have the feminine soft features, thin waist, arms, pointed chin. Chill body, that's for sure, but at the same time, their shoulders. You can't deny those shoulders are definitely those of a guy's, and the same goes for collarbones. I shouldn't look to into this. Onwards to big guy...





Briefly taking a glance at the guy to his right with a grin, he brought his head back to every single person in the room, constantly shifting. This at least put on a masquerade that he was loaded and totally hyped with energy.


What about him, okay, that glance and him handing his hand. He has a strong build, so messing with him in a hand-to-hand combat match would be concerning. However, his good build could prove him wrong if he has a temper, and it could easily strain something. During a battle, speed seems like a key here. If he has a long-ranged weapon that may be a concern, so air vectors would work conveniently here.


"... you were talking about where he came from or somethin' right? Hey, this'd be a nice little get-together. I'm kinda new here, anyway."


(@Emperor Of Embers @Chayliel @Karcen)


~~


Mumbling curses under his breath, he walked down the hallway under the dying light of the sun, gradually setting as the evening is slowly creeping up. He needed to find his stuff, fast, every moment that he spent walking could've been spent studying, being ahead, being perfect, just like everything else that he's done. He could even be training right now! But he needed his stuff. He didn't even have his weapon. Every single step that he took seemed to leave ashes under his boots, as if melting the ground before hand. Ironically, he did his best to keep his cool, and sure enough, he did, despite the fact he appeared to be on the verge of killing someone.


Folding his arms over his chest, it kind of seemed like someone like him, who was walking in the halls with an intimidating expression and good posture, seemed more like a teacher than anything else. And sure enough, he might as well be. The bad thing is, this whole, socialization thing definitely wasn't his forte. If there wasn't any sort of plan or strategy to what he was doing, there was no point in it. What can he plan out...


"Let's see, I can probably start with getting my stuff back. I don't know where he ran off too, he's spontaneously irritating. By spontaneous, he probably went for some random location I wouldn't expect... which... I can't expect. But let's move past that. First, I can probably reclaim my stuff....


Continuing to mumble to himself, he has his arm dragging against the wall. He wasn't leaning against it, but it lead him against the building, considering how he doesn't know the building too well himself.


@anyonewhoseesaveryintimidatinglookingdorkwalkingdownthehall

 

[Emperor Of Embers]

Staring at the hand held out to him, he looked brutally confused on what he was supposed to do. His gaze switched from his hand, up to him, back down to the hand, to everyone in the room, and then back at his hand. Pointing at it for a second, he awkwardly raised his gaze (assuming that Boomer is probably taller) at the man raising a brow, before looking back down at his hand. Taking it into his, after a moment of, confused hesitation, he accepted the handshake.
"The... the pleasure is mine. I'm fine, don't worry about it. This is, like, a daily occurrence. Oh, if you hear the shouting of an angry snowflake it's totally normal, okay? Just... casually.."


He seemed to move fast, frantically shaking his hand up and down, and then seemingly "teleporting" right to the door. A light breeze seemed to pass by, despite being indoors, and Hannes gently nudged the door close.


"You don't mind right? You don't. Okay, thanks!"


Taking out what he originally, well, stole, he put down the grey satchel and the sword, well, handle. He wasn't exactly sure what it did other than look like a handle of a sword. It probably did have some neat shenanigans to it. They all did. But it wasn't like he was going to find out indoors. Placing it on the ground, with the bag on the bottom as a cushion, he immediately reappeared next to Boomer, awkwardly attempting to throw his arm over his shoulder in a buddy-buddy type of fashion.


"Now that that's over, I heard something about the Streets of Vale! Something about homeless? Real sorry 'bout that chap. Y'know I had a rough background too, but wow, I can't imagine being homeless. Was it lonely? You definitely have a load of experience with it. Y'know, smart in the streets. I could finish that statement but we're like, teenagers. Oh, yeah, there are other people here. I kind of missed the question, but I'm sure it can bounce right back. From what I can tell..."


Even after his extremely fast conversation, he looked between the faces of everyone. Analysis was his forte, but the problem is you should never overanalyze a situation, or you could end up hitting the wrong switch, or a switch completely different.


Let's see, you have that guy over there. Extremely muscular, probably good charisma. Nearing 7 feet? Jesus Christ, but ok. Probably one of those tropes where he looks all hardcore and beastlike, on the verge of throwing you into the sun, but really he's a huge teddy-bear or something. What about the girl reading? Girl... wait, wait how does this go. Okay, they definitely appear female. They have the feminine soft features, thin waist, arms, pointed chin. Chill body, that's for sure, but at the same time, their shoulders. You can't deny those shoulders are definitely those of a guy's, and the same goes for collarbones. I shouldn't look to into this. Onwards to big guy...


Briefly taking a glance at the guy to his right with a grin, he brought his head back to every single person in the room, constantly shifting. This at least put on a masquerade that he was loaded and totally hyped with energy.


What about him, okay, that glance and him handing his hand. He has a strong build, so messing with him in a hand-to-hand combat match would be concerning. However, his good build could prove him wrong if he has a temper, and it could easily strain something. During a battle, speed seems like a key here. If he has a long-ranged weapon that may be a concern, so air vectors would work conveniently here.


"... you were talking about where he came from or somethin' right? Hey, this'd be a nice little get-together. I'm kinda new here, anyway."


(@Metaphysics @Entarriance

 

[Alstromeria]

Curve wasn't too happy about the girl blocking his sun, but he was glad when she moved out of it. He also wasn't too happy when she lay down beside him, but she kept her distance, so it wasn't too bad. He was relieved that she seemed to just be a normal student here at beacon, someone who was just passing through, not somebody who knew who he was or wanted to talk. That was the thing Curve missed most about not being infamous, the time he had alone. To stew. In his own thoughts. And anger.


Well, the last part was a bit off. Really the thrid to last and last part. In Vacuo, he was "The Curve of the streets you didn't want to meet." Those were the words a journalist had used to describe him once back home. It was right after he had officially kicked out all other law enforcement parties. The news article advised the people of Vacuo to simply avoid being outside or around other people as much as possible. Bias, of course. The smaller, more down to earth, local papers had praised him for keeping criminals off the streets. They could finally live without fear of drugs, thugs, and bugs. Curve's orginization still had its share of illegal dealings, but those weren't in Vacuo of course. They took place in international waters, on ships, in the middle of the sea. Loopholes. Those were his specialty. Curve decided what he was doing now was different than before. He did have time alone. But he wasn't stewing in his own anger. He was reflecting in his own thoughts. It was... As much as he hated saying it, peaceful.


Curve felt a tickle on the side of his face. He slapped at it rubbing his fingers across his chin, seeking the offending object. He held his palm out in front of him to show a single, long, gray hair. It was probably the girls. His tattoos glowed slightly as he waved his hand, sending the bit of hair cascading away, ever so gently. He placed his hand behind his head, the other on his stomach. Without looking, he spoke to the other student. "Got a name?" His voice still had a bit of an edge to it, but it was less than usual. His eyes were open now, but he wasn't assessing the situation. Just... Being there. Something he hadn't done in a long time.


@Metaphysics

 

[Chayliel]

Asher looked at the kid who was probably on cocaine and said with his hand up, "Dude. Chill out. Why are there so many people in my team's room? It was literally a minute and there is a large lack of food." His deep, monotonous voice was louder than usual. Not by much, but hunger can drive a man crazy. He exhaled through his nose and folded his arms. A lot just happened in a little bit of time and he didn't like it.

 

[Karcen]

" Yeah way to many people" Morganite said he also noticed the guy who seemed to move about like he had a never ending sugar rush. Also he wondered why they hadn't closed the door that would have locked these people out and right now Morganite would rather not have weird people in this room, and that was coming from the guy dressed like a girl.


" How about all the guys go out in the hallway and we girls can stay here that would drastically depopulate the room" He said once the other guys were outside things could calm down.

 

[Emperor Of Embers]

" Yeah way to many people" Morganite said he also noticed the guy who seemed to move about like he had a never ending sugar rush. Also he wondered why they hadn't closed the door that would have locked these people out and right now Morganite would rather not have weird people in this room, and that was coming from the guy dressed like a girl.
" How about all the guys go out in the hallway and we girls can stay here that would drastically depopulate the room" He said once the other guys were outside things could calm down.

Silas had grown tired of the talking, and aggressively Pushed every male in the room (Except morgan.) out into the halls. "Sorry ash... but there is way too much testosterone in the air, and I am gagging on it." she said as she shut the door, but feigned locking it, since she wanted her leader to get into their room. "Guys.... they stink up the air with their musk. Makes me wanna open a window." she muttered as Boomer, Hannes, and Asher stood outside of the room, in the hallway. "You know, how about we stop by the mess hall and grab a bite, Yeah?" Boomer suggested, knowing Asher was clearly starving, despite having eaten prior to their encounter. "Hey red, What is your name?" he asked hannes as he waited for Asher's response, despite the answer being obvious. @Metaphysics

 

[Entarriance]

... well, at least they don't seem to be expecting anything.


In the total havoc of the room, he managed to maintain a grin. He got the info that he needed, at least. It wasn't like it had a use or anything, but you never know when you need to gain intel on someone, whether to use it with you, or against you. Looking at the girl who shouted in his direction, despite her literal words being to not look at her, he glanced before being shoved in the room. The moment that she seemed to lock the room, there seemed to be something pushing her back. Turning back towards Boomer, he scratched the side of his neck nervously.


"Y'know, you got a good head on you, buddy-champ-pal-amigo-friend-homeslice. I'm totally up for food right now!"





She's tough, rather bulky. Tch, busty as well, but that's a whole other story here. Other then having muscle, she might be weapon-powered, where her weapon is around 25% of her capabilities. Hand to hand combat is obviously a bit of a stretch, but if you keep hits low, that's safe. Sending strikes near her shoulder area or upper torso is unsafe, since she has a wide target avaliable to her and her arms are capable of breaking something.


Good luck snowflake.


Stretching, he inched to a position where Boomer's massive shadow paired with Ash's in the dying sun positoned a shadow perfect enough that it would make his face impossible to see from the particular angle that Grovyn was bound to walk in. Pushing them forward at that position, whether their feet be dragging against the ground or not, he maintained a Cheshire smile across his face, unknown if he was up to plotting something, or it was just who he is.





"My name? Hannes. Not hands, Hannes. Though, I'm pretty good at using my hands. Whatta 'bout you, and your friend?"





@Chayliel @Emperor Of Embers





~~





Moving past the group of three males that seem to be off to the mess hall, there was a concerned expression over his face. He can detect his weapon well enough, though, it definitely was in the presence of a few people, and that male could definitely be one of them. But, it wasn't just one person, which made him nervous. Coming across what appeared to be a closed door, he quietly raised his fist and knocked on the door. Trying to speak as calmly as he could, even if his suspicions were that the man was inside of this room, he didn't know if others were too.


"... excuse me."





His voice came out way too timid, more timid than he exactly wanted it to be, especially since it's... him. Though he didn't make an effort to correct himself. He knocked, anyway, they were bound to hear him.





@Karcen @Emperor Of Embers

 

[Karcen]

" I know what you mean" Morganite said with a sigh " Don't forget they are also loud" He continued starting to relax feeling they should just close the door as he thought they auto locked and for long as you had your scroll you could get in. Still it was getting about time to get something to eat or well a snack as he didn't need two dinners.


" Maybe once they clear out we should go get a snack." he suggested after all that activity it was a little hard to just go back to doing nothing so a little walking might be nice.

 

[Emperor Of Embers]

... well, at least they don't seem to be expecting anything.
In the total havoc of the room, he managed to maintain a grin. He got the info that he needed, at least. It wasn't like it had a use or anything, but you never know when you need to gain intel on someone, whether to use it with you, or against you. Looking at the girl who shouted in his direction, despite her literal words being to not look at her, he glanced before being shoved in the room. The moment that she seemed to lock the room, there seemed to be something pushing her back. Turning back towards Boomer, he scratched the side of his neck nervously.


"Y'know, you got a good head on you, buddy-champ-pal-amigo-friend-homeslice. I'm totally up for food right now!"





She's tough, rather bulky. Tch, busty as well, but that's a whole other story here. Other then having muscle, she might be weapon-powered, where her weapon is around 25% of her capabilities. Hand to hand combat is obviously a bit of a stretch, but if you keep hits low, that's safe. Sending strikes near her shoulder area or upper torso is unsafe, since she has a wide target avaliable to her and her arms are capable of breaking something.


Good luck snowflake.


Stretching, he inched to a position where Boomer's massive shadow paired with Ash's in the dying sun positoned a shadow perfect enough that it would make his face impossible to see from the particular angle that Grovyn was bound to walk in. Pushing them forward at that position, whether their feet be dragging against the ground or not, he maintained a Cheshire smile across his face, unknown if he was up to plotting something, or it was just who he is.





"My name? Hannes. Not hands, Hannes. Though, I'm pretty good at using my hands. Whatta 'bout you, and your friend?"





@Metaphysics

 

[Entarriance]

((Gggaaah typo. I knew we were in the hall))


Raising his index finger to the man inviting him for dinner, as if silently asking to wait. Looking down at the female who originally shouted at him, he continued speaking, assuming that this was normal. He's come across quite a, variety of things in his life time, so his patience levels were off the charts. Well, at least for strangers. Nervously grinning, he pointed his hand into their room. He tried to continue speaking with, well, a smile, but even if he wanted to, the fact that he can't seem to express himself for long periods of time finally took effect on it, awkwardly wavering.


"Right. Uh, someone stole my things, and I detect that it's located among your accommodation somewhere. If you don't mind, miss, can you search for a white sword handle and a grey satchel, please? It's... greatly appreciated"


He tended to keep his formalities with everyone, and everything. Bringing his hands together and interlocking his fingers, he anxiously waited for her response. If she just refused anyway, he could always run in and grab it....


... but he didn't want to use his abilities outside of class and defeating Grimm. Like the typical over-achieving student he was, he was more concerned over the state of his textbooks and weapons. It doesn't appear that the man that he's seeking is present in the room, which is suspicious. But that will just be pushed to the second part of his agenda, locating the man. Maybe accompanying the man to the mess hall will give him a start on that.


@Emperor Of Embers


~~


Hannes winked at the girl glaring in his direction, raising his hand up in a peace sign. Sure, probably not appreciated, but might as well make the moment. Quickly moving in front of Boomer and Ash, running was probably the best choice here, but it would only raise suspicion. Might as well just take on confrontation when it's time.


"Boomer, huh. That's a nifty name! You don't see names like that often. While we wait for... snowflake... why don't we make small talk. I'm not really a city person. How's it like in the city?"


His overly hyper energy died down immediately, even if his energetic and pushy demeanor continued. He didn't have a need to be all hyper again as an act, it's always useful for analyzing people for the first time. The second time, well, not so much, that's why analyzing is something important! Shoving his hand into his pocket, he pulled out a red fan, a traditional yellow dragon over it. Opening it, he fanned himself. It was a rather, feminine, act, but it wasn't like it wasn't hot.


"It's pretty warm in this building too. Kind of nostalgic."


@Emperor Of Embers

 

[Emperor Of Embers]

((Gggaaah typo. I knew we were in the hall))
Raising his index finger to the man inviting him for lunch, as if silently asking to wait. Looking down at the female who originally shouted at him, he continued speaking, assuming that this was normal. He's come across quite a, variety of things in his life time, so his patience levels were off the charts. Well, at least for strangers. Nervously grinning, he pointed his hand into their room. He tried to continue speaking with, well, a smile, but even if he wanted to, the fact that he can't seem to express himself for long periods of time finally took effect on it, awkwardly wavering.


"Right. Uh, someone stole my things, and I detect that it's located among your accommodation somewhere. If you don't mind, miss, can you search for a white sword handle and a grey satchel, please? It's... greatly appreciated"


He tended to keep his formalities with everyone, and everything. Bringing his hands together and interlocking his fingers, he anxiously waited for her response. If she just refused anyway, he could always run in and grab it....


... but he didn't want to use his abilities outside of class and defeating Grimm. Like the typical over-achieving student he was, he was more concerned over the state of his textbooks and weapons. It doesn't appear that the man that he's seeking is present in the room, which is suspicious. But that will just be pushed to the second part of his agenda, locating the man. Maybe accompanying the man to the mess hall will give him a start on that.


@Metaphysics

 

[Chayliel]

(Sorry. Was busy killing some peop-.........................)


Asher was getting annoyed by all that was happening. It takes a lot for him to get annoyed but this was just enough. "Alright, I'm going to eat. You guys can do what you want. If you want to join me, follow. I haven't eaten in a solid two hours." He made his way past everyone in the hall and he was already making his way to the cafeteria.