[@Silvan Haven][@Write][@HereComesTheSnow][@Ayazi]

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"[color=66cd00]Then make a decision, Schwarz,[/color]" was Gratia's flat reply. The Mistralese Huntress' tone betrayed no emotion, nor did her impassive expression. There was nothing that she could convey in the first place; although the tickets were free, she possessed no great interest in acquiring them for her own gain. However, there was a need to observe Nuit and ensure that the recently-healed Faunus did not attempt anything fucking retarded; her compatriot's emotional state was likely still erratic in some way after the imprisonment. "[color=66cd00]Otherwise, Nuit will force her own choices onto you.[/color]"

Her phone chirped. That was the irritatingly cheerful alert she had assigned to any messages from Vega, one she had decided was befitting of her leader's boundless annoying energy. The Mistralese girl rapidly removed the device from her pocket, dark eyes glancing down at the glowing screen at the text. It was a bother, but she would have to formulate a reply to the other huntress' shallow question.

>Standing in the infirmary.
>Get the fuck out of bed.

Her fingers danced rapidly across the keys, before immediately hitting send.