[color=007236][h1]Meral Dandee[/h1][/color]


When the options for missions had been announced it was a clear choice for Meral. The Ball sounded absolutely dreadful. She would have had to dress up and pretend to be happy to see a gaggle of rich folks, all profiting off the hard work of others. And the likelihood of running into a Schnee representative was just high enough to keep Meral away. Helping the Military Police didn't seem like all too bad an option, compared to the Ball. She would have actively been helping people while simultaneously being able to work beside her best friend in the whole wide world. 

But the third option really got Meral excited. 

A low key an casual gathering of sorts. There was a mention of music and dancing and food, all of Meral's favorite things. And the best part, it was all for promoting peace. 

Meral had quietly broken away from the group of Hunters and Huntresses, claiming that she was going to grab a quick snack before their act. The girl navigated the crowd with ease, slipping between conversations and groups of people easily. And even though her outfit and the Pickaxe hefted over her shoulder caused her to stand out, the general feeling of the crowd was pleasant and fun loving. A few people even waved or smiled at her as she passed, gestures she happily returned. 

She found herself away from the hustle and bustle, a small alleyway away from the noise of the music and the crowd. Meral allowed her smile to slip away for a moment as she fumbled through her pockets with growing anxiety. After a moment of sifting through gun wrappers and loose change Meral pulled her Scroll out of her jacket pocket.

She glanced upon the screen with a look of growing worry. 

[b]NO MISSED CALLS. NO MESSAGES.[/b]

The ever tightening feeling in her stomach relaxed a little. Nothing was going wrong on her friends mission. She would have called if it had turned sour. 

Meral put away her scroll, leaning up against the alleyway wall. 

[color=007236]"She'll call me when she's home. She'll call me when she's home."[/color]

She muttered over and over as she tried to rid herself of her anxiety over her friend's wellbeing. After a few moments of quiet meditation Meral found that she was ready to return to the festivities. As she was about to move out of the alleyway she felt her Scroll vibrate in her pocket. Her skin immediately went cold as her mind filled with every negative outcome. With shaking hands Meral pulled out her Scroll, seeing the message from Perry. 

A relieved smile found itself onto Meral's face. She jumped up and down for a moment, hugging her scroll to her chest. She quickly sent a message back to her friend, wishing her luck as well. At the end of the text she sent a variety of happy face stickers and thumbs up. With that last bit of fear and uncertainty gone Meral was ready for anything. 

As she made her way back to the group of Hunters and Huntresses, only briefly being distracted by a platter of treats, of which she took a mouthful, Meral took a moment to enjoy the feeling of unity through the crowd. 

And it was about to get all the more unified. 

As the Bull Faunus took the stage Meral began cheering loud and unabashedly, flashing the young man huge smiles and thumbs up. In her eyes it was extremely brave of him to preform, and she just knew it in her heart that he was going to do great. 

Meral found herself mesmerized in his performance for awhile, the normally loud girl falling completely silent. 

[i][color=007236]"Man..."[/color][/i] She thought. [i][color=007236]"I wish Perry was here to see this!"[/color][/i]

She tore her eyes and ears away from the Faunus' singing long enough to get the debriefing from the Mistress of Ceremonies. 

The redheaded woman's way of speaking was getting Meral more and more excited for what was coming up. She looked around at the other Hunters and Huntresses around her. They would be working together! It might be wise to discuss tactics with each other. But that was just a passing thought in Meral's excited head. These people wanted a show. And they were going to get one!

Meral smiled in her infectious way, looking around at the other Hunters and Huntresses. 

[color=007236]"Who's ready to make a scene in the name of peace and unity?"[/color]

She stuck out her outstretched hand, hoping others would do the same. The classic 'beginning of a sport game' gesture would translate well to 'beginning of a staged Grimm hunt'. She racked her brain for a cool phrase to chant at the end of a three second countdown.