[h2]Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorm[/h2] [b]"Ah... I hope that sorts itself out soon, then."[/b] he replied, nodding his understanding after a moment. Another rich individual on the team. Or, well, that was what it certainly first seemed, at any rate. [i]Hm. I wonder...[/i] Suppose they were indeed fortunate enough to rectify everything in short order. If this were to happen, would this Nuit person be eligible for a swift return to Beacon? To miss out on the opportunity of a lifetime, studying abroad at Beacon, must be crushing for anyone. Especially if they had made the grade to be selected for the transfer program, too. To earn one's own spot and then miss out on it all due to unforseen circumstances... Frustrating, to say the least. His eyes then flicked over to one quiet, land-weary faunus seated at the edge of her bed. But then, what would become of Beryl? Teams traditionally consisted of four members. Would she be sent back once Mistral once the other person returned? Would her right to stay be overridden by theirs to return? He hoped not. Hopefully if that were to come about, a compromise would be reached... [b]"So... Am I done here?"[/b] [hr] [h2][color=silver]Sterling Johnson[/color][/h2] Blue duster slightly caught in the early evening wind, the senior approached the Practice Building, on a trip to the firing range. A trip that, as of five minutes ago, came with an additional objective in mind. Glynda Goodwitch, having sent a message to all the senior teams via text, had requested their help in searching for the missing members of team CPLT (or rather, KPT as they were now). Far be it from him to turn an open call for help out. He was headed there anyway, after all. Whipping out his scroll, he pulled up the new group message of the team (now containing the new Jorie Ngo) and sent them a heads-up. >Was headed 2 the firing range, I'll look for CPLT while I'm there. U guys gonna help out? [color=silver]"'Cause you'd [i]better[/i]."[/color] he muttered jokingly to himself, pulling the door open with Nuada.