[center] [h3][img]https://i.imgur.com/G8Rz1kv.png[/img] [color=9966cc]Li Daiyu Merle[/color] [img]https://i.imgur.com/byW9e9S.png[/img] [color=black]Delaney Kiara Merle[/color][/h3] [/center] [b]Beacon, early Monday Morning [center]Keep your Enemies close...and your Family closer[/center][/b] A shadow descended on Beacon. A small, noisy shadow, cast by a pair of figures, one holding the other under his arm, who swooped down out of the sky to rest on a building. [color=black]"Putmedownputmedownputmedown."[/color] the little one demanded. [color=9966cc]"Hush, Ki-ki. You'll wake the whole school with your squaking."[/color] The older one said. [color=black]"I don't like heights...[/color] Ki muttered. [color=9966cc]"Don't worry, you are perfectly safe with me. Besides, you'll need to learn to get over your fear one day. Who ever heard of a bird faunus afraid of heights before?"[/color] [color=black]"But its scary."[/color] He sighed. [color=9966cc]"Nevermind, we've been over this before."[/color] The man shaded his eyes and looked around. [color=9966cc]"Er...how are we going to find him? I didn't expect the campus to be so...big. This Family day thing is a school-wide event, maybe we could ask..."[/color] He trailed off, frowned and looked down at his sister. [color=9966cc]"You aren't even paying attention are you?"[/color] Ki glaced up from the piece of fluff she held that had been staring intently at. [color=black]"Caw?"[/color] [color=9966cc]"I give up. We'll just wing it."[/color] He chuckled as he stepped off the building. [color=black]"Li, your puns are terribeeeeeeeeek!"[/color] Ki's complaint transformed into a terrified squeak and she covered her eyes as the ground rushed up to meet them. [hr] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/QMD2w5P.png[/img] [h3][color=silver]Ferris Solidor[/color][/h3][/center] Ferris awoke to the feeling that he was falling. Which was quite appropriate because he was. Off his bed. [color=silver]"Wah!"[/color] [i]*Thunk*[/i] [color=silver]"Urgh, owww."[/color] Ferris lay groaning on the floor where he had fallen, still half asleep and woozy, waiting for the room to stop spinning. The unreasonably bright and cheery sunlight streaming through the window cheerfully assaulted his eyes, making him scowl and wince in pain. Through a pounding headache, Ferris struggled to pull together a coherent thought, but his head felt like someone had stuffed it with fuzz then smashed it repeatedly with baseball bat wrapped in cloth. [color=silver][i]What happened again?[/i][/color] He wondered, his thoughts slow as molasses. With some difficulty he came to a belated conclusion. [color=silver][i]Oh yeah...I think...maybe I had too much...to drink.[/i][/color] The universe stubbornly refused to establish a fixed point so with another groan, Ferris attempted climb to to his feet anyway. The room didn't seem to like that, it heaved beneath his feet. His balance wobbled, and he instinctively thust out a hand to steady himself against his bed. His Gauntlet swung through empty air as his bed abruptly skittered away from him. With one last heave, the floor succeeded in toppled him over, and it gleefully caught him with a clang and a thump. Ferris decided that laying there for a little bit longer was a good idea. Eventually, the room ground to a halt, evidently tired of its game, and with a titanic effort, Ferris managed to stand. He scowled around the room at his team, mentality daring someone to laugh, which he would respond with by doing his best to glare them to death. Then he eyed his next task: the stretch of floor from his bed to the bathroom. He staggered across, one step at a time. Any attempt to speak to him or offer help would be met with another of his deadly glares and some colorful advice on where they could shove their help, and how far it would go. He was, perhaps, a bit grumpy. Ferris reflected, although he had no intention of changing that. [color=silver][i]I feel like crap[/i][/color] He thought. In the bathroom he was confronted with a haggard figure glaring back at him from the mirror. His eyes were half open, blearily and bloodshot, his hair a mess, and his face already showing a shadow of stubble. He was stooped over, slouching like a hunchback. [color=silver][i]I [b]look[/b] like crap.[/i][/color] Ferris pawed through several bottles before coming up with some medicine, specifically bought by him for circumstances like this. He violently twisted off that damn irritating cap, poured out a couple, and tossed them back, disdaining water. He cruched them as he turned to shut the door. Moments later, water could be heard rushing through the pipes as he turned on the shower. Fifteen minutes later, he emerged from the shower feeling almost human again. Almost. One thing was lacking. He emerged with a towel around his waist, ignoring his team, and the slightly awkward situation with lofty contempt. Obviously, he had to get some clean clothing. He retreated once more, only to subsequently appear dressed in [url=https://i.imgur.com/Y04jcZS.jpg]a more casual outfit [/url]. [color=silver]"Coffeeeeee."[/color] He moaned, zombie-like, only half joking. Spotting his Scroll where he had thrown it last night, he picked it up and checked the time. [color=silver][i]Perfect, they should still be serving breakfast--and coffee.[/i][/color] On the way out, he grabbed his coat, hesitated, then grabbed Damocles too. He put on his coat and tucked his gunblade though his belt. A cynical person might find some significance in Ferris purposely going armed to family day. [color=silver][i]Good thing I'm not cynical.[/i][/color] Ferris thought. [color=silver]"Are you two coming or not?"[/color] He asked over his shoulder as he was walking out the door. 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