[center][b][i]Diamond - Hallways to range[/i][/b][/center]
Diamond noticed the drop in Ivy's mood. She could only imagine how horribly she must have felt reading those letters and records. She decided there and then that none of her children were ever allowed anywhere near a hunting academy. She lost plenty people and she doubted Cobalt was the last, there was no need to add one's own family to it. Giving Ivy an encouraging pat on the back, she put on her bast bullshitting smile: "Come on, he will be fine. I'm sure seeing you will make her forget all about the bad stuff, she has an attention span like that."

"Now, where would she be hiding..." she grumbled for herself, fishing her scroll and firing up the [url=https://www.facebook.com/emerald.felicia.7] socializing app[/url] Emerald roped her into. If one needed to find her, that was the place to look, as Emmy liked to post just about anything on there, from what she ate to how she thrown paper planes in class. "ah! She'd be at the range, something about... Rockets?" Diamond raised her eyebrows, smelling danger in the cocktail composed of Emerald Felicia and rockets. She shot a message to Oswald in case he wanted to join them later.

"Right this way!" the ex-thief told the elder faunus and lead the way.

As they approached the range, frantic explosions could be heard from good distance away. When the racket subsided, Diamond cleared her throat to draw attention: "Hey, Kitten! Someone wants to see you!"

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