[center][h1][color=sienna]Sepia Russet[/color][/h1][/center]


[color=sienna]"Yeah, pizza sounds great."[/color] Sepia replied to Krysthane's inquiry. It was strange, though. She didn't really feel all that hungry, but why else would she be so shaky? Maybe she was just as worried about Ebon as her team leader. [i]"Wait a minute..."[/i] she frowned. [i]"Where did that come from?"[/i] It was a reasonable assumption, sure, but she felt so sure, and Krysthane had actually been somewhat dismissive about his disappearance. [i]"She's just trying to stay positive."[/i] Sepia's stomach seemed to drop, and a little bit of a cold sweat was starting to break out on her. This was consistently weird now, and she needed to be excused for a moment to collect herself. Cleaning off the blood would be nice too.

[color=sienna]"Be right back. I have to, uh, use the restroom."[/color] her voice wavered slightly as she spoke, a knot starting to form in her chest. Her escape was momentarily delayed, as when she turned around to walk away, she noticed...oh no. If her spirits had been lowered before, they were now drifting around somewhere near her ankles. It was the tiger faunus. She wasn't about to let the nicest (and most attractive) boy at Beacon see her be whatever she was about to, whether it was freaking out, crying, or - concerned? [color=sienna]"No, that's how you feel! I-I mean yeah, you're right!"[/color] she bolted past him, cringing with embarrassment. What a disaster, making an impression like that. Usually she was so composed about these things, but her stress level had been crawling up all day and she couldn't figure out why. Of course, not knowing the reason for an emotion usually made it worse. 

A few tears had started to roll down her cheeks as she came upon a thankfully deserted public restroom. Sniffling softly, she made her way inside and locked herself in a stall. She stood still for a moment, trying to think about nothing but the buzzing florescent light above. She slowly slung her bag off of her shoulder and hung it on the door hook, the newfound emptiness in her mind helping to calm her. A long sigh escaped. Rubbing her eyes with one hand, she rifled through her bag with the other, eventually producing an extra set of clothes. As she stripped her ruined ones off, a she felt a gross, peeling sensation from her waist. And more wetness. There went the cap, apparently. [i]"Why didn't my aura protect me from this? That's what it does, right?"[/i] she thought, holding the ruined shirt against her side as she tried to pull up her clean skirt. [i]"Yes, I remember. It can be depleted after a long period of usage and used in semblance." [/i] She almost dropped her good shirt in shock as a thought came to her. [i]"My semblance. I was forming small links with Krysthane and Shiro accidentally, maybe with others as well this whole time. I just attributed it to empathy, but it's too specific, come to think of it."[/i] If she was correct, this was very, very bad. It meant she had no idea how to shut it off and keep herself from being torn up in every fight.

Sepia mulled over this conclusion as she finished buttoning her shirt and unlocked the stall. She'd managed to tear off some unscathed pieces of fabric from her ruined clothes and tied them around her waist, disposing of the unsalvageable scraps in the trash. That should hold for now. However, how long were they going to be out? Sepia couldn't shake her feeling of dread as she exited the restroom and made her way slowly back to the group with her eyes downcast and cheeks red in memory of before.

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