[center][b]Jaclyn Kent[/b][/center]

Walking about on the forest floor, Jack glanced at her watch now and again to check if there were any nearby students. Most of the responses on her Watch were brief: coming from the direction of the falling compartment, shooting overhead, and disappearing in the opposite direction. Of those that had slowed down and presumably landed nearby, almost everyone had paired and disappeared from the screen. Jack was almost getting a little frustrated when she heard a sound,

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[b]"Oh."[/b] She said, nonplussed. Descending from above, a boy had spooled out some sort of winch to lower himself down before landing on his rump softly. She hadn't really expected another student to almost literally fall into her lap, AND he had a big weapon. You know what they say about big weapons: Big weapons are cool.

With her battle axe still resting on her shoulder, Jack spoke up to the hammer-wielding boy in a matter of fact tone. [b]"Guess we're partners now. Looking forward to it. Wanna go kill some Grimm and find a cache now?"[/b]