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[h2]Practice
Primary Objectives: Escape from Current Social Situation, Locate Charms
Secondary Objectives: Obstacle Course, Pants(?)[/h2]
[@Norschtalen][@Driving Park][@Nevix]
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Blaine stood very, [i]very[/i] still. Humans and faunus had both evolved as predator animals, which meant that they all had excellent eyes for movement. The well-timed arrival of the party’s tank meant that if he kept his steps ever so subtle, he could slink away if only there was a good distraction… 

[color=aba000][i]Think, curse your eyes! If you stay still, they most likely will not register your panic. Maybe they will forget the charms and move on, giving you the time you need to change the subject, or go back to gym...[/i][/color]

A single vein pulsed in his unmoving forehead, the face below slowly growing red. [color=aba000][i]The others are interacting, Orrin has arrived, so if I just sneak aw-I HAVEN'T INTRODUCED MYSELF TO ORRIN! NOT FORMALLY!!![/i][/color]

Meanwhile, unrelated to his own predicament, a gun was being held to a smiling young teacher’s assistant’s head. Blaine did not notice this.

[color=aba000][i]...Gods above and below, this isn’t working. This will leave a horrible impression on Orrin, the others will think you a lackless cad who goes back on his word, you’ve no gifts to give... Alright, focus There has to be a solution to-[/i][/color]

The gun went off. While Blaine had heard guns before when he was transported to Beacon, this was a gunshot going off in the face of a peaceful spring-time afternoon. It roared across the field, making most everyone jump and turn to face the source... Just what the faunus needed.

Blaine was off to the races.

Blaine sprinted with the speed of a man escaping his ex-wife turned tax collector, pupils dilated, breaths fast, and an expression of stark terror upon his face, eyes open approximately one sixteenth of an inch wider than typical with no other differences. He pumped his arms as he sped away, knees high, and onto the obstacle course. [color=aba000][i]Running the course is the assignment, we had passed the sixty seconds, and the gun startled me… yes, THESE are acceptable excuses. Surely the others will pardon me, and THEN the fire from the gun will provide adequate entertainment to keep their minds off the charms. Then I'll just go find them, present them later, figure out how best to contact them(of course I don't want to bother them while busy), and everything will be fine, right? Right! Maybe the Priest of Swoly Arms found them when my pockets tore...[/i][/color]

The faunus breathed an even staccato as he raced across the course at breakneck speed with a grace unfitting of his form. He missed simplicity. Life had been hard back home, but there was none of this... No. It was better than back home. Beacon, where he was safe to train in peace, safe from arbitrary attacks out of left field. After all, it wasn’t like another student here was going to assault him. That would be ridiculous.

Here at Beacon, life [i]was[/i] simple. Here, all he had to worry about was making friends, test scores, homework assignments, class schedules, a lack of familiarity with technology, the constant pressure of being a student, cafeteria food, a lack of funds, all the concerns that come from meeting a new team...

[color=aba000][i]I...I think I miss the Grimm.[/i][/color]