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[center]Beacon Academy-Cafe-[color=0072bc][b]Beryl Harken[/b][/color][/center]

[color=0072bc]"Hello Jer-kun!"[/color]

Beryl sounded as happy as ever to see the grumpy knight as she flopped into the seat next to him. It was hard to tell if the smile was from seeing Jericho or if she was still riding high off of yesterday's events.

Beryl had smiled often over the last few weeks. They had probably been the most consistently happy time of her life. Back home there was always something going wrong. The orphanage was running out of money. There was a street gang loitering outside the gates. One of the kids was sick and needed a doctor. Which drained the orphanage coffers.

Again.

The young Faunus' smile faded as she leaned back on her tail and crossed her arms under her breasts. She felt slightly guilty having so much fun here while everyone struggled so much back home. Even though she might not be draining what little money Father had saved away, she knew it would help if she was back home.

She blinked away the momentary funk. Everyone had insisted. This was her chance to get out of the slums. To make something of herself.

She looked back over at Jericho, who was probably wondering about her odd pause. The tone that filled her next words was both wry and amused.

[color=0072bc]"I think it would be more surprising if I didn't find you here. You [i]really[/i] like your weapons."[/color]