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The years behind me grow and become brighter whilst the years ahead shrink and become dimmer, providing me an excellent opportunity to use the word 'whilst'. Now I'm tired and can't think of anything else funny to say. Let's see, classy info dump should do. I am FlitterFaux this time around, I tend to get horribly busy (still am) and leave the guild sometimes for years at a time but I just can't stay away forever. I'm not awesome enough for advanced but fast paced one lining does not work for me either so casual is juuusst right. I'm a lady, possibly past 29 but don't ask which 29th birthday I'm at, I like rainbows which is good because they're hard to escape in Hawaii, I like fantasy and sci fi with liberal sprinklings of horror and drama, and I'm tired again. I'll finish the rest later. Edit: Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold the phone. I can start a private conversation... with myself!? Epic. Truly epic.

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Leap of faith(?)

@HereComesTheSnow @Write [@PlankSinatra]


Skye's was now very aware of her ears to the point of being annoyingly self conscious of them. Since Bianca's casually delivered yet impactful words at their dorm room the fuzzy pair of extremities had cycled through nearly every expression they were capable of making. She had managed to not notice for hours as the pace of repeated perking and drooping was only a little above average. She had also become immersed in the first real time she had spent with all her teammates together and remained distracted by what the gorgeous feathered faunus said.

'You know you live here, right Skye?'

Thinking back on it now that moment was the start of the whirlwind of emotions that led to the almost flapping of her ears as if they were vestigal wings. Something would surprise her, catch her interest, or make her happy and they would instantly perk up on their own. A moment of nervousness, a sad memory, or a social faux pas and they fell to the sides of her head just as quickly. Having opted to raise her mask to rest on top of her head for once the combination of her facial and ear expressions must have made her thoughts and feelings at any moment plain to read.

She might have gone on oblivious to this all day but her recent realization of what their mission was, VIVE and JBLS mixed friendly and tense interactions, and her first ride in a small airship had her feeling more than a little oversensitive. Having Iris to talk to made things much easier to deal with, the ridiculously tall girl was a joy to be around. But this also brought to her attention the extreme highs and lows she was going through as the edges of her ears tapped against the mask on her head or tickled against her own hair. Then, as she stressed over the fact they would be facing people and not grimm she caught Iris' eyes flicking from her own to the emotional barometers on top of her head. The enormous girl didn't say anything about but it made Skye realize just how anxious and on edge she was, and how much that lack of confidence must be showing through right now.

Looking around everyone else in the cramped space seemed more or less calm despite what they were about to do and the danger they would face. Well, perhaps calm wasn't the right word for everyone present but no one looked afraid or even concerned about the mission itself.

That's right, a proper Hunter keeps their composure, no matter the challenge placed before them. The threat isn't always going to be grimm. I have to try my hardest not to let anyone down.

Looking at Luke and Jericho's faces and seeing how steady they were compared to herself only drove this idea home harder. She resolved to try and emulate this, drawing upon the limited calming exercises she already knew. She forced her ears and tail to stop twitching and sit still while she tried harder to get into her conversation with Iris over her own worries. After a few minutes she felt like she was actually doing pretty well with this.

Then of course the small space had to be flooded with noise and buffeting winds all at once.

All her hard work keeping it together crumbled in that single moment before she knew what was going on. Her mind immediately settled on the worst case scenario as she shot to her feet, grasping at whatever sturdy handholds were in reach. Her ears were rigid and the fur of her tail had puffed up dramatically to nearly twice its size while she looked for the breach that was to be their doom.

She was bewildered to see nothing had happened to the airship. Instead it looked like her team leader had opened the hatch while they were still in the air. She hadn't been listening to the other conversations around her so she didn't understand what was happening at all. Until, of course, Jericho Piper let himself fall out of the airship, pulling along the girl with the deep purple hair. Her jaw dropped as it dawned on her and her face drained of what little color it had as the question dawned on her.

Are we all jumping from this high up!?

Rokhang village had been a place surrounded by ridiculously high mountains and cliffs, so Skye was relatively used to heights. However, what she was not used to was being suspended this high in a small craft with no solid ground beneath her feet. She had managed not to dwell on this by avoiding the view and focusing instead on Iris or her own thoughts. But now she couldn't avoid the reality of the situation.

She felt a rather intense mixture of terror and despair when Vivianne Laurent commanded everyone to prepare for the very last thing Skye wanted to do in that moment. Her ears flattened to her skull, her will to mind her reactions lost in the wind. She gripped her current handhold fiercely, as if it offered hope that she might just stay here and the airship would land to let her off safe and sound. Of course she knew that wasn't going to happen. And she knew as much as she didn't want to with every fiber of her being, she was going to throw herself out of this aircraft like everyone else.

Right? We can easily survive a drop like this with aura. They wouldn't be making us do this otherwise. Yeah.

Despite trying to talk herself calm with reason the uncontrollable trembling that had come over her wouldn't stop. In this moment she wanted very badly to be reassured, and she found herself tentatively reaching out to Luke. She couldn't see his face but she did notice the tension in his shoulders, and...

Was that a shiver just now? Or the wind?

She stopped, then withdrew her hand. It seemed she might not be the only one having a hard time facing this after all. She pulled her mask down over her face, tried to control her breathing, and waited for the dreaded moment to come.

A countdown of five seconds, and then Skye watched as everyone in front of her began leaping into empty air one by one. She had hoped in vain that seeing more people make the jump confidently might make it easier. As each one dissappeared over the edge into the darkness her heartbeat and breathing only quickened. By the time it was her turn she was more worked up than ever and it took more effort than she expected just to let go. Then forcing her legs to move her forward made her a bit dizzy, or she had been hyperventilating despite her efforts. She knew she had to do this, was going to do this, and taking any longer was only making it worse. Still she hesitated at the last moment, almost losing her footing and tumbling uncontrollably through the air. She barely managed to turn that misstep into the final hop that sent her falling after her comrades.

In that moment she left the safety of the deck behind her she felt like the worst part was surely behind her. Once one took that last step into a frightening new experience everything was sure to fall into place. Again she was dead wrong. As the sensation of freefalling began her breath caught in her throught and it felt like her heart skipped a beat. Adrenaline shot through her body fueled by a terrible fear, one she lacked facing down grimm day after day.

The moment passed, the rushing of wind became the only thing she could hear, and her heart hammered in her chest. As she stared down at the ground far below it occurred to her she had no plan for dealing with the impact other than absorbing it with her aura. She had convinced herself that it would be enough but now she wasn't sure at all. The rooftop was getting closer far too fast. The others below should be landing soon, then not long after she would...

Use my legs to take the worst of it. Just. Don't. Die.

She put her arms in from of her face and squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself.


@HereComesTheSnow @Write [@PlankSinatra]


"Blood pressure is good, still underweight but I'd say you're much better off than you were. You're starting to actually look a bit healthier, though considering the state you were in when you arrived don't take that as an all clear to be reckless. I swear, whoever let you out of here last week-" The doctor shook her head as she continued looking over Skye's latest vitals.

"It wasn't their fault, ma'am. I was very insistent."

The tall girl sat hunched over, ears down under the withering gaze of the no-nonsense doctor assessing her health. She was already ashamed enough to have caused everyone so much trouble, her new friends, her team, and most especially the medical staff of the hospital. Following her first day of classes Skye had gone out into Vale with Ashe. Sometime during that she had hit her limit and stopped speaking, only barely responding verbally and with no real comprehension of the conversations themselves. Emotionally and mentally she had slipped into functioning at the bare minimum, only reacting to potential threats like Grimm or wild animals, of which there had been none. It was a state Skye had slipped into often when pushed past exhaustion. It had happened enough that she considered it normal, but apparently her condition had scared the shit out of Ashe. She had been brought straight to the hospital where, as she was disappointed to learn later, she had immediately been sedated.

"And I see here you are still refusing sleep aids." The silver haired doctor added, looking at Skye again over her glasses. "Young lady, before you argue this particular matter I will point out that an improvement from an average of two hours to four a day is hardly any improvement at all. As you are adamant about not taking the medication I cannot force you to take it, much as I wish I could. But I insist you reconsider that decision. Otherwise you're just going to end up here again and again and next time I may not be so easy to convince regarding your discharge. Do I make myself clear?"

"Y-yes ma'am!" Easy? She's kept me here almost the entire school week! I've missed all my classes, I'm even farther behind now, my team has been short a member all this time, and I might be late for the mission if this goes on any longer! If this is easy... "M-may I... go now?" She asked tentatively, afraid that she might still be denied discharge.

The doctor leaned back into her chair and sighed. "Well, I don't think it's a good idea, but you have made improvements. I'm not as worried about you falling over at any moment. Still, if you push yourself too hard you are going to get it from me, miss Skye."

Skye flinched and silently nodded that she understood.

"I hear you will be conducting missions today. I am definitely not happy about this but if you promise to rely on your teammates and pull out if it gets too dangerous, I will sign for your release. But so help me if you come back here a mess..."

"Y-yes ma'am, I pr- I-I... I will do as you say." She stuttered, unable to use the word that had first come to her tongue. Clearly still not pleased but willing to accept the girl's assurance for now, the woman signed the paperwork and handed it to Skye. She stood, bowed, and quietly left the room.

As she walked the still confusing corridors she caught sight of herself in a mirror she passed and stopped. She did look better, she had to admit, though her visage was still haggard. She flicked her tail forward to see the fur looked a bit fuller, though the dye had started to fade slightly. She pulled her mask back down over her face and continued on her way. A few minutes later after several stops to ask for directions Skye stood outside the hospital at last, feeling the sun and wind for the first time in days. She breathed deeply and relaxed ever so slightly. As usual there were far too many people around, the city was foreign and confusing to navigate, and she was short on time to make it to where she needed to be, but despite all that she felt better than she had since arriving in Vale. She looked down at her arm and flexed her muscles, vaguely remembering the lesson in Dust Applications shortly before everything went blank.

Dust acts because we will it to act?

The concept had seemed simple enough to grasp, even for her. Yet when she had tried to stop using the Dust in her body she had gotten no results. Even now as she tried again she could feel no changes in the raw power the tattoos provided to her body. She supposed she must be doing it wrong, or perhaps the tattoos were such a crude and chaotic mix of Dust they were beyond controlling precisely? It didn't make much sense, it should not be so difficult to simply not do something. But there it was. As long as her aura persisted, so too did the power of the Dust. She decided she would need to ask the professor what she was doing wrong when she could.

"Young lady? Do you need a ride?" A voice called from somewhere behind her. She turned to see a taxi driver smiling at her. He gave a little wave and she nodded yes to his question before approaching him and bowing.

"Yes sir, I need to get to Beacon Academy right away."


Not too long after, but much longer than she would have liked, Skye stood in front of the JBLS dorm room in a long sleeved maroon shirt and jeans one of the nurses had given to her. Her hand hovered inches from the door handle, an irrational fear that she was at the wrong room making her hesitate, despite numerous people all generously giving her directions that led here. Or maybe that fear that she was in the wrong place came from something deeper than a concern over her ability to navigate such a place as this? If that was the case she knew she definitely needed to open this door and move forward. At the same time, she had yet to see the inside of this room once, and the idea of just casually walking in was very uncomfortable to her.

So she pulled her hand back before raising it again in a loose fist, taking a deep breath, and gently knocking.


Kryss wasn't sure if he actually believed her, she was just happy to see he was backing off the issue. Breathing a sigh of relief she took a the offered bandages and carefully lowered her hands until they were over her midsection. She tried to slow her racing heartbeat and manage the pain but both tasks proved very difficult.

"Th-thank you. Gonna be fine. Just a scratch."

Not a scratch at all, I hope he didn't hit anything serious. Teacher said I have a lot of blood vessels and delicate parts in my wings just like any bird. It feels like it's bleeding a lot, and it hurts so bad. Can I even wrap the wound up with simple bandages? But I just need to keep it hidden and not move it around. If I can just bear with it, we have to be close to the girl by now. Not much longer.

Just as she was getting used to the idea that she had everything under control, or at least well enough, the tall, older boy with a scary look on his face came right up to her and shattered that illusion. She felt her heart drop as he called her right out on both her wings and her wound. He claimed he didn't care but was that even true, or if it was would it stay true once they got back to the surface. Terrified of this boy and the fact that he also had seen Kryss fell back on hastily lying. She could think of no other way to protect herself.

"But-but it was just an accident, and he did just graze me. I'm totally fine! And just a girl! You m-must have gotten confused in the dark, you see I came down here on a leafy vine. That's what you must have thought were wings. See?" She put her arms out to her side and turned mostly around to show her back, unable to help but grimace at the pain again though she managed not to cry out this time. "No wings! N-now, shouldn't we be hurrying? That girl needs help more than I do." She took the opportunity to call back to Rags in mock cheer when she called out, asking if everything was ok. "Yes of course! Everything is fine!

She forced a smile and looked into Sieg's eyes, trying to tell if her fabrication was being bought. She didn't think about how the faint, shifting light of the force field or the flickering fire might betray the shine in her eyes. She was distracted by what he had said about the predators targeting her. Ascending the Abyss years ago she had been incredibly lucky to not get seriously injured to the point of drawing undue attention from those creatures attuned to the smell of blood. They may only be on the first level now but she had already been attacked here once without bleeding all over the place. Now she might actually be putting them in danger, and when she started climbing back up again...

She didn't know what to do, all she knew was that she had to hide what she really was. There would be no going back if she didn't, it would be far too much risk.

The only thing I could do would be... to go back. And I don't think I'd survive this time, not like this.


The winged, and now bleeding, girl froze in place as the boys next words reached her ears and a single thought repeated in her mind: He... saw. He saw my wings. He saw them, he saw them, he saw them, he saw them, he saw them, HE SAW THEM!! Stupid, stupid, stupid, you're so stupid Kryss! What am I going to do?! I have to.. something. Did anyone else see? If it's just him I-

In a full blown panic she saw the boy hold out bandages to her and she lunged forward, eyes wild. The dim light reflected off her red eyes as she clapped a hand over what she did not realize was a masks mouth. The sudden movements made her new wound hurt worse and she squeezed her eyes shut momentarily, trying unsuccessfully to bite back a cry of pain. As fast as she could she thought of a plausible lie, counting on her dress and coat to conceal the hot blood she could feel flowing freely. She spoke quickly and locked eyes with the boy, praying he would just believe her and let it go.

"Wi-wings? You're con-confused or.. must have seen wrong. I'm just a girl, and this is just a scratch, I'll be fine! I promise, okay?


Kryss was focused intently on the cave entrance and settling her feathers under her coat and dress to distract herself from the now very one-sided fight. It was dim beyond the entrance but she didn't have trouble seeing inside, and there didn't seem to be anyone just inside. I hope that it's not too deep, please let us find her around that bend. She must be alive and inside, right? And if she could get herself in there to hide maybe she's not too badly-

A sudden cold feeling near the joint of one of her wings distracted her from her thoughts and she glanced down, curious. She was surprised to see one of the boys was standing right in front of her, reaching out to her. Or was he holding something out to her? Is that a stick, or some kind of artifact? Why would he- The cold spot suddenly felt hot and wet, and was starting to sting. At that moment she realized the thing in his hand was a knife. She hadn't been able to tell at first with the blade having pierced her coat, dress, and left wing which had been in front of her hip at the time.

He.. stabbed me?!

Kryss was no stranger to scrapes and bruises but she had miraculously avoided any serious injuries despite where she had come from. The worst pain she had felt was the effect of the curse when she tried to leave the island. It had taken time to register in her mind but the pain of her wing being impaled was starting to blossom like a freshly lit fire. Confused and starting to panic Kryss foolishly shoved the boy away and stumbled backward a few steps. On its way out the knife sliced through more of her delicate wings flesh and she cried out, covering the wound with her hands.

"What are you doing?! W-why...?


As events below unfolded Kryss hesitated. What she had first thought might be a more dangerous creature turned out to be only a Hammerbeak; not to be taken lightly but hardly comparable to an aggressive predator. Also with Rags and the largest boy attacking it at once she was more likely to hit one of them now, and she doubted the poor bird would last much longer the way things were going. If she had seen correctly the boy had broken its wing.

As good as a death sentence.

Unconsciously her own wing twitched in sympathy as she put the rock back where she found it and looked for a quick way down. Rags had said she would wait for her but that might delay the search and rescue. Or search and recovery though Kryss could not see a corpse and she doubted the girl could have missed hitting the ground below. She didn't think wasting that time climbing down was a good idea but if the others saw her wings her life in Orth would be over.

Wait, they're all distracted by the fighting. If I'm quick enough maybe I can do it and no one will even notice!

Kryss hesitated a heartbeat, convinced someone would choose that moment to look up. Another heartbeat. All eyes remained on the fight. Go, just go! She stepped forward and dropped over the edge. Her heart rate and adrenaline spiked as she let herself freefall for a few short seconds. The fierce wind from such a fall was exhilarating and her wings knew just what to do and when to do it. Just like climbing a few minutes before it felt as if she had never stopped using her wings. They spread out and caught the air, cutting the speed of her fall not far from the ground. Her feet hit first with a solid thud. She had miscalculated slightly and landed harder than expected but she stopped the worst of the impact dropping to all fours.

Giddy from the experience Kryss had to repress a burst of laughter which definitely wasn't appropriate for the situation. She rose to her feet silently instead and made sure her wings were tucked safely back under her dress before anyone decided to turn and look her way. She scanned her new surroundings, avoiding looking at the hammerbeak. Even with all the scattered brush she couldn't see a girl's body, but she did see a nearby cave and she dared to hope this night could have a happy ending.


It wasn't easy to miss the sight of blood and the perfect hole nearby when she and Rags reached flat ground again. Kryss was a little stunned. A hole like that was not natural and it certainly wasn't what she expected to find down here. But she did feel relieved in a way that they had not encountered a mangled corpse. Instead if she was reading the scene correctly it looked like the girl had briefly clawed at the edge of the hole.

Alive.

Kryss joined Rags near the edge on the ground where the other was sniffing scents that were probably beyond Kryss. She inched forward intending to ask what Rags smelled exactly when a growl from the girl startled her and Kryss reflexively pulled away, thinking the growl was directed at her. However, Rags wasn't even looking at her so she breathed a sigh of relief and looked down the hole.

She was quick to duck back out of sight again at what she saw farther down. The two boys were farther down on another platform and one of them was facing off with a large bird. Recognizing it as a threat from that glance her instincts told her to hide and get away while it was distracted. However, thinking about it she knew that's where she and Rags needed to go and the boys might need help. Turning to catch Rags attention she whispered as quietly as she could while still being heard.

"The boys are already down there, and there's a bird down there, too. A big one. They might need our help.

Easy to say, but what can we do from up here? The last thing I want to do is get its attention but maybe I should? Kryss pried up a loose stone from the dirt and peeked over the edge again. It was a good distance away but she was still mostly sure she could hit it. She just wasn't sure it would help much.

No.

There was no way she could just ignore this, not now that she knew. She wasn't so foolish to think she could do much of anything to help, but the more she thought about it the less she could stand for doing nothing.

Grabbing her frayed grey longcoat Teacher had given her she called upstairs that she was going out again. There was some kind of response Kryss couldn't make out but at least it didn't sound like a 'no'. Teacher was always telling her anyway that she needed to go outside more. She knew the woman meant play in the sun for once or make friends but this would have to do. Kryss quietly closed the door behind her and throwing on her coat she started towards the orphanage at a quick pace.

She didn't make it that far before something terrible happened. The marketplace was usually noisy and crowded so she didn't notice the yelling nor did she see the girl trying to save an artifact from going over the edge. But she heard the scream, and judging from the reaction of the crowd it was easy to guess what had just happened. Word spread like wildfire nearby as well confirming that someone had just fallen over the edge. A cold feeling came over Kryss hearing these things and she found herself pushing through the throng of people trying to see.

The scene before her was strange, with most of the crowd forming a ring around the area with a few people inside that near the edge of the Abyss. She didn't see any guards at first like she thought she would, but she did spot an older boy just as he started climbing down. Her first thought was that it was crazy for a kid to be going after someone that had fallen until she noticed the whistle around his neck and reconsidered.

Of course, every second counts if that girl is alive. If anyone had hesitated that night I would be...

In that moment the appearance of what looked like one of the guards lifted her heart. Maybe there was hope? But he didn't seem to think so from his next remark and his dismissive change of attention to the exchange between shopkeep and masked boy. It was shocking to see how quickly the girl was written off as dead by an authority figure. She had come to think of delvers and guards more or less as heroes.

This was a harsh reality check for her.

When the boy in the mask claimed he was going down after the girl too Kryss found herself stepping forward as well. She approached the guard and looked up at him imploringly. "Aren't you going down there to help? S-she might not be dead, right? Right? If she's not then there's probably not much time...

Her brief boldness flagged then and she trailed off mid-sentence. Who was she to talk to an adult like she knew better? Her track record for mistakes wasn't actually very good. And this was a very different situation from what Kryss had gone through. She had never taken a serious fall and it wouldn't matter if she ever did. But a normal girl falling into the Abyss like that... was there actually any hope? And what exactly did she plan to do? Climb in after the two boys?

The thought made her shudder.

What then? Do nothing? Don't get involved like everyone else? Like I don't already plan to find out what happened to the kids that went down into the Abyss from the orphanage... What am I thinking? What am I going to do?

Conflicted as she was Kryss went to the edge and looked down trying to see for herself if hope was even something she should waste time on. Or would they be pulling up a dead girl?

Dust Apps

For being a tall, masked faunus still breathing heavily from the exertion of Physical Education Skye was surprisingly unnoticed as she tagged along behind the familiar forms of Luke and Ben. Of course any that did take note of the worn out creature generally avoided trying to engage her in conversation. She did not look especially receptive and indeed she might not have noticed if anyone had started talking to her.

Tired, bloodshot eyes scanned the classroom for other familiar faces like Ashe and Yue. Despite being as exhausted as ever Skye's mood had improved since the game and she was eager to introduce everyone. Then again judging by the gathering around her teammate she would need some introductions herself. Catching sight of Yue Skye waved to her and picked a seat with open spots nearby, not too far from Luke. However, she had yet to spot Ashe, who she guessed might just be a little late.

She went to Survival after Grimm Studies I think. I wouldn't be surprised if she's even more tired than I am. My last class was actually.. pretty fun. And nothing compared to fighting an enormous Grimm... I hope she makes it.

As if summoned by her thoughts the young faunus made her appearance and Skye waved her over. Unfortunately it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out something was really bothering her. Ashe wore a sour face that was plain to read at a glance and she took one of the seats right next to Skye without a word.

"Ashe? What's wrong?"

Ashe sighed and glanced Skye's way for just a split second, then returned to staring a hole in her notepad, where she had drawn up copies of the class catalog and schedule. "Bad day, that's all. Could this wait until after class...?"

Skye couldn't help herself; she was taken aback by the shortness of the response and the edge in Ashe's tone. Even though logically Skye guessed something had happened during her last class she found herself wondering if she might have done something to upset Ashe. But of course that was just paranoia,
it had to be. Though she tried to repress it Skye could not respond without sounding pathetically dejected. "O-oh. Of course, if that's what you want..."

Ashe looked up from her notepad again and gave Skye a forced smile. "It's fine, really. I just want your opinion on some things later."

The word 'fine' did not sound right in Skye's head, but she realized that now was simply not the best time to go over what was really bothering Ashe. She would just have to wait until the end of class. She glanced in Luke's direction then towards the professor who looked about to begin the lesson. Perhaps introductions should also wait until later? "Alright. Whatever I can do to help."

Ashe returned her borderline murderous gaze to the front of class and waited patiently for the lesson to start. The tip of her pen was steadily burrowing deeper and deeper into her notepad. "Thanks, Skye. I really appreciate it."

"Of course." Skye nodded and turned her attention towards the front of the classroom just in time for their professer to begin the class with one of the most impressive demonstrations she had ever witnessed. Skye already knew there was so much someone could achieve using Dust, especially when combined with other modern techniques, but freezing fire? She hadn't thought such a thing was possible. Obviously she had a lot to learn. Luckily she was finally in the right place.

The fox faunus leaned forward in her seat, focusing intently on their teacher's words. She also paid attention to her classmates, too. Most of them already knew more than she did and she tried her hardest to commit everything she heard and saw to memory.

When the call for a volunteer for the next demonstration went out it wasn't like Skye didn't want to raise her hand but she resisted the urge. She'd already spent most of her limited energy throughout the day. Any more active participation in class she felt was likely to push her into mindless, unthinking survival mode. Not a good state of mind to have in a class where failing is not an option.

Instead she watched, waiting to see who would get chosen and what would happen next.


Annabelle Valentine

Practice


What the hell was that? That class was going so well at first! I finally got to show off my precious Tiger, and I was totally pumped to prove Beacon is where I belong. The hell with what mom says. My moment to shine, and then... Anna splashed more cool water onto her face before going back to staring at herself in the mirror.

"Come on, what is wrong with you? Pregnant? Ha! As if."

Turning off the water and turning away from her reflection she leaned against the sink. She could still taste the bitterness of bile no matter how many times she rinsed her mouth out. Her thoughts were stuck on Survival class and her embarrassing performance, or rather lack thereof. Everything had been going just fine, she made an impression with her marvel of a weapon and the class was set to happen within a massive simulator. She was already familiar with such things from practice at home but that one blew the simulator she had right out of the water. Even so she was sure that class was going to be a piece of cake.

She had been so very wrong.

It started with some dizziness and nausea before the simulation had begun. She paid it no mind at first, after all she had been drinking hard the night before. However, within a few steps forward on that sinking ship that mild dizziness flared into a monster worse than any of those all too realistic Grimm. It was all she could do to catch herself on Tiger before faceplanting onto simulated deck.

From there she had contributed nothing and felt lucky just to make it to a lifeboat without vomiting. Of course that small victory hadn't lasted long. She was grateful no one had bothered her on the 'island' and for the distinct lack of comments on the mess she left on the simulator floor. Grateful but fiercely embarrassed with herself. Annabelle Valentine's debut was a complete disaster. At least that class had ended quickly and utterly fantastically. She felt a pang of regret that she had not been a part of that, and worse she had forgotten to ask for the recipe to those cupcakes.

But as soon as that class was over she had quickly gotten herself to the bathroom to clean up and clear her head, which was still spinning a bit. She was surely going to be late for her next class at this rate but it had taken this long just to start feeling okay again. Guess I should consider myself lucky I didn't have to go to the infirmary. What a mess. How am I even gonna make up for that? Not like I can be sure that won't happen again, even if I am feeling better. I was feeling fine during Armory, too.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the loud clattering of a custom built robot hindered by twelve feet of cannon forcing its way past the bathroom door. Ugh, I forgot to tell him to drop that thing outside in the hall. Too late now.

Tiger stopped once it made its way to her, bringing with it the duffel bag she had asked for. With a smile she thanked her unique weapon just as if it were people, just as always. Tiger still had a lot of kinks to get worked out in programming but even as he was she loved her mechanical companion.

She went through the bag quickly choosing an outfit much better suited to an outdoor practice class. Some light blue shorts and a matching sports bra caught her eye and a light pair of sneakers which would be so much better than the crumby uniform shoes. She changed quickly on the spot and tossed the bag back on to Tiger before taking a deep breath.

"Alright, probably late as hell but let's go try to salvage this day. Tiger, follow. And mind your damn turns." I have got to modify that beast sometime soon.
Kryss

There were kids... lost in the Abyss.

She already knew she hadn't misheard but to have those fears so casually confirmed through something as innocent as the nod of one's head...

Kryss was opening her mouth to begin a barrage of questions about the where, when, how, who, etcetera when a familiar voice derailed that train of thought. A second later a familiar face followed that voice and she reflexively hid her face, making use of her usually troublesome abundance of hair. Her heart was suddenly hammering in her ears and she barely heard the girl's further explanation and hasty assurance that their friends would be found and that they would be ok.

She nodded silently and after an all but whispered "I have to go now." Kryss hastily departed. She took the most direct route back to the main library she called home. All she could think about was that there were lost children in the Abyss. Lost human children that had been born on the surface, not down there in the depths. Up here was their home while the Abyss was a place they had to learn to navigate, not the other way around. How long would they survive?

"Kryssa. Kryssa!" Another familiar voice snapped the girl out of her thoughts. Her teacher and guardian, as well as the head librarian, had a look of deep concern on her aged face. She was holding Kryss' arm gently but firmly and for the first time the girl noticed she had been paying so little attention to what she was doing she had cut herself.

That's right, I was just slicing the vegetables like I always do. I must have slipped. When did I get home again?

"I-I'm sorry. I accidentally dropped some of the groceries on the way back, and then I was going to go get more and I.. must have forgotten along the way somehow. I'll go back, I'll buy it all back, I'll use my own-

"Kryss." The older woman had been cleaning the cut under running water but now she stopped and looked knowingly into her eyes. "What's really bothering you?"

Adults could be annoyingly perceptive at times. Rarely when you wanted them to be and usually when you wished they wouldn't be. Kryss was silent for a long while but under her guardian's patient gaze she eventually began to explain.

"I was taking a shortcut past the orphanage after I lost some of our food and I overheard some girls talking... about their friends being lost somewhere in the Abyss. From the way they were talking.. I think they went beyond just the first layer. But it also sounded like everyone was still looking for them. I thought... after the first layer..."

Shutting the water off and retrieving a dry towel her teacher nodded. "I see. It's true in most cases but sometimes there are those willing to search even deeper than usual. In any case you should leave it to the adults at the orphanage. You already know they're good people and if anyone has a chance at finding those kids it would be them. Meanwhile you," explained the woman with grey hair creeping into her once brilliant red, "should be worrying about you and be more careful with that knife. Why don't you go wash up, I'll finish getting everything ready here."

Kryss knew her teacher was right though she didn't like it. She knew all too well what it was like to be lost and alone down there.

Wait, did she just say...? Kryss looked up at the woman and wrinkled her nose, to which the other looked almost mildly offended.

"What? Oh fine! I'll just cut up the rest of this and we'll do it together under your expert supervision oh master gourmet."

Though she didn't feel much like laughing that pulled a little giggle out of her. She nodded and started towards the washroom. Teacher was right of course. Even if she wanted to help so bad it hurt it was better not to get involved.

Right?
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