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[b]Gᴀʀᴇɴ's Wᴇʟʟ  --[/b]  Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Dᴀʏ[/center]

[indent][i]Warning bells.[/i]

It was a phenomena that Caro was more than well familiar with -- after all, it had been one she had experienced throughout her childhood. Her father had warned her at the time about keeping wise when leaving the town she grew up in, that the dangers of Vacuo lingered in the darkest shadows beyond the town’s well-defended walls. It was a thought that took her back to the night she lost her mother when her sister was barely old enough to walk, a night that reminded her of the one consequence of the world that was responsible for shaping her childhood. A word that she muttered underneath her breath as she stood up her seat in the town’s sole tavern.

[color=A89384]“Grimm.”[/color]

She was still in a drowsy haze when she noticed a girl, hair as white as snow, approach the bartender and asking him the reason for alarm as if she hadn’t grown up in fear of them. She wondered if she was a traveler from one of the larger cities. However, before Caro could approach either person the girl sprung into action and bolted out of the door into the murky, rainy weather. Caro’s hazy cerulean eyes looked to the bartender with an expression of confusion and the two of them communicated -- albeit through facial expressions of confusion. That was until Caro moved her hand from her longcoat and placed a small amount of money on the counter to tip for the necessities she had drank before dozing off some hours earlier. 

It wasn’t her job to fight grimm outside of Vacuo, but she was here on a mission from her headmaster and her king. She had little choice but participate in the soon-to-be battle and despite her lazy demeanor if there was one thing she disliked more than hard work it would’ve been grimm. Plus, she could probably get a nicer room to sleep in if she took initiative of the battle as a public service.

[color=A89384]“I guess I should also see what’s going on. I’ll be back. Probably.”[/color]

The bartender looked at her quizzically, as if she and the other girl were related; but before he could comment she was gone, picking up the pace to follow the pale-haired girl. 

As she passed the town square, her boots meeting the muck and mud, a thought came into her head; a thought about the situation she now found herself in. She had fought grimm before in Vacuo in the heat and on the rocks and sand, but she had never in her entire ‘career’ battled in such a murky and rainy place as Garen’s Well. It brought a smug smirk to her lips as she pushed herself further and further away from the tavern and closer to the inevitable threat to the townstead. It didn’t take too long for Caro to come across the figure she had chased after, her brows narrowing as she noticed the girl peering beyond a wall; sizing up the creature in the distance.

[color=A89384]“You know, if you’re scared you can probably turn back now.”[/color]

The quip wasn’t smug and she probably didn’t catch the woman off-guard given the obvious sound of foot meeting mud, especially considering Caro had run in a dash to catch up with the woman. The tone of Caro’s voice was casual and friendly, although disinterested – as she often was. Smile aside, Caro was more than aware of the scenario they were about to find themselves in she drew her weapon from her back, its setting still set in the ‘ranged’ mode. It had been a few months since she fired a shot with her weapon, though she was sure that this would be nothing more than another mission or training exercise in Vacuo for her.

She was ready.
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