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Mission was a quaint town that had an idyllic atmosphere. Ginto felt tempted to set down here permanently every time she stopped by but always found herself moving on eventually. Besides, she was far too young -- in Hunter years, at least -- to do so, and many adventures await that involved in the killing Grimm. There would be time for rest in the future. For now, she savoured the quiet filled by the chirping of birds as she slowly readied herself for the morning. Well, noon. Her arrival here last night wasn’t the sweetest, considering there was a delay in the air transport regarding a small, but numerous flock of Nevermore. It was a stressful ride, and she only lowered her guard once she settled in the inn. 

It didn’t take long before she felt refreshed and cleaned, donning her usual outfit, marvelling at the crispness of her look. Shaking her head at her quiet self-absorption, Ginto finished off her ensemble by strapping two holsters that contained her baton on her belt, one to her left and the other, right; her main baton held in her hand. Satisfied with her look, she pocketed her scroll and wallet before locking the door behind her as she went down to the main floor for food.

After eating a healthy brunch, Ginto languidly walked around town, checking their wares before heading towards the local blacksmith shop. Usually, she didn’t bother with dust and repair shops considering she was one of those few Hunters that didn’t bother with over-complicated fighting machinery and would rather get on to the fighting. Now, though, the prospect of dust grenades was simply too much to pass up, and she wanted to do something novel. Everyone wanted to blow something up once in awhile.

So, here Ginto was, standing in line behind a scratched and bruised Huntress bleeding slightly with an obnoxiously large, damaged gauntlet, and another Huntress carrying many pieces of luggage. Ginto wished that the latter would give up and go to the inn, so she could be the second one in line. She had a feeling that the repair of the first Huntress would take some time before the woman in front of her get tended to. Not looking forward to the wait considering she was just here to pick up the grenades she was told to field test, she steeled herself into waiting, taking out her scroll to play a time-consuming but very satisfying game: Grimm Quash. 

Well, Ginto would, if she didn’t spot a familiar man. Before she moved from her line, she checked Team MNGT’s chatroom and found that Trey did mention something about stopping by Mission. Ginto thought that he’d be gone when she came here, but she found herself happy that she was wrong. Feeling that the waiting was going to take a while, she broke from the line and went to her friend, sporting a small smile. [color=D78E21]“I see that you’re still malfunctioning. How have you been?”[/color]

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