[h2][color=421A8C]Sapphire Rode[/color] - Dorm ==> Combat Class[/h2]
Sapphire woke the next morning clear headed. She unlike the cat faunus had enough foresight to order something non alcoholic. She got up well before anyone else in the room wishing to shower and change in privacy. More than likely none of her teammates would notice, they tended to avoid her area of the room as much as they possibly could, Sapphire had threatened to drop Scoot into a well if he was ever found in her stuff not long after they'd returned from the Shelter mission. It appeared the threat had been well heeded for her things remained so far undisturbed.

The same could not be said for the rest of the room. Gren despite his need to look after [i]absolutely[/i] every facade of his teammates lives kept his space in the room a complete mess. Shiro's things had never quite recovered from his hurricane blast through the room shortly before the mission and between Shiro and Gren Sapphire couldn't be sure if Abel had brought any luggage at all, not counting where it might be.

Sighing in mild disgust Sapphire dressed in her normal cloths. She was preparing for a fight today so instead of her usual white silk gloves to cover the scars on her hands she instead wore fingerless black skater gloves, they granted increased control and grip which was a benefit to her fighting style. Yesterday she'd had to take her white gloves off in order to play her fiddle but she'd put them back on immediately after. She didn't think anyone at the table had noticed the long white scars criss crossing over her palms, at least they hadn't said anything about it. It was possible they were too polite. At least Oswald and the cat girl were.

Fully dressed and ready for the day Sapphire armed herself, she was still using daggers from the Beacon armoury, it would be another day or two before the materials for her new nightmare blades where ready. The school ones where certainly the same length and design but they lacked any of the special features that her originals had encompassed. They didn't feel quite right in her hands but they would do for a simple sparring match.

With her weapons in hand Sapphire went for breakfast before arriving at the arena. Goodwitch sent out a text with the pairings for the day. Hers was apparently someone named [i]Napoli Fiordilatte[/i]. The name made him sound very much like a high maintenance aristocrat but Sapphire intended to get a read on him before making any assumptions.