IC: Amaranth sighed, her hand twitching involuntarily as she and the rest of the newly minted team Bastion walked out of the Headmaster's office. She felt... [i]exposed[/i] for the first time in her life. They were the rejects, and it didn't take a genius to figure that out. None of them had uniforms, they hadn't been around for the first part of the day... It wasn't difficult. Ordinarily, Amy wouldn't complain about the uniform situation, but it was just another thing separating her from the rest of the school. At least she had thought to wear her toboggan hat today, she thought, pulling it down over her ears–and her feathers.

Isolation, isolation she could deal with. But... for the rest of the school year all four of them would have to be on their toes. Because any tripping up... and team Bastion would be as dead as the Grimm that Unchained Fury had torn apart.