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Jericho, for his part, had walked to the left of the Mindaros like their own personal phantom, tracing the walls of Beacon with a gloved finger to mark his path. As the trio walked, the Gold Stripe listened to Gratia's parents quibble softly about what course of action to take regarding their day with their daughter. He wasn't particularly interested in when they met Gratia or what order they did things in; by now, he had resigned himself to being their escort for the day like it or not, as they had both taken quite the shine to him. 

Besides, he wasn't comfortable taking the mantle of leadership until he had the lay of the land. So as Valentinian and Severa Mindaro blazed their trail to the Vignoble dorms, Jericho did just that - taking Beacon's measure as they found their way through the school, guided by Valentinian's map, and making silent observations on some of the people and locations he saw. He would need to check out their Armory sometime later, as well as their gym. Maybe when it was quieter, and he had talked to Professor Ozpin about his status as a student and General Ironwood's recommendation.

It would also help to know where Gratia and Bianca slept. 

He wouldn't be able to sleep soundly without knowing he'd sufficiently rigged the distance between him and them with traps.

He had no idea why the Mindaro parents were looking at the dormitory door with such excitement, but he had to admit that the anticipation was mounting for him as well. Not out of any interest for what was inside, but more out of a sixth sense at the base of his skull, reminding him that he needed to do the proper room-clearing procedures before allowing VIPs inside. If Gratia stored anything particularly damning or demonic in here, she probably would have cleaned it up in anticipation of her parents, but perhaps whatever evils rested in here responded only to Gratia's cadences and touch.

To be safe, Jericho stood casually to the right of the door, so that his gloved hand would be able to block the door if anything tried to writhe out. He had been stripped of his guns and forced to deliver them to Beacon alongside his bike, so he had no munitions, but he had managed to get two or three small blades through the airport all the same. In the event of anything involving ropes, tripwires, tentacles, or long, snakelike tongues, those blades plus Judgment would be sufficient for handling the menace. And his position, though reclined slightly against the wall with one foot braced against the surface, was perfectly poised, ready to spring into the doorframe to shield the Mindaros bodily.

He was ready for infiltration. His nerves were on fire. 

[color=0072bc]"I think Gratia buried all of her phylacteries on the grounds somewhere. It should be safe to enter.[/color]" Came a voice from down the hall. A slight chuckle bubbling through the undertone. [color=0072bc]"Hey Jericho. Didn't think I'd see you again so soon. Got family here or something?"[/color]

[color=9e0b0f][i]At least it's not Bianca.[/i] [/color]

A lesser person would have jolted, having been called out by name after attaining such laser focus. Jericho's head merely tilted, heart jumping slightly in his chest at the familiar voice - a voice which, just sixty hours ago, he was sure belonged to a girl that intended to kill him.

[color=9e0b0f][i]At [b]least[/b] it's not Bianca.[/i][/color]

[color=9e0b0f]"Beryl Harken,"[/color] he greeted curtly. [color=9e0b0f]"Well met. The Mindaros asked me to escort them for the day."[/color]

He hoped there was no hug incoming. Jericho had seen firsthand what Beryl's touch did to that scruffy lout, Schwarz.

[color=9e0b0f][i]At least it's not Bianca...[/i][/color]