[h2][u]Oswald Connolly- Airship Docks[/u][/h2]

Oswald groaned at the situation at hand. He had a wildcard hyperactive tiger Faunus, a...narcissistically verbose fencer, and...Robert. The chronically unlucky Robert. Great. Just. [i]Just great.[/i] Running a hand through his hair, Oswald looked over the edge once more, then back to Gren. "He's...got a good heart, but you're right. He needs to find a way to temper all that energy. Channel it, control it, whatever. Because as of right now, he's more of a force of nature than a Huntsman-in-training. As impressive as his ability for unintended destruction is, he's not likely to wipe out a forest of Grimm by tripping over them."

However, Oswald could only chuckle and shake his head with a sigh. "Don't worry, we'll look after the guy. Hopefully we can get those daggers back, too. Might be a little rusty, but it's better than making a new pair from scratch, eh?" Nodding resolutely at the comically tall boar Faunus, Oswald took a deep breath before jumping off the edge. Crossing his arms across his chest and bending his knees ever so slightly for the water landing, Oswald waited for the impact of the water to come.