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[h3][color=00a651]In Town
Faffing About[/color][/h3][/center] 

And then, class was over. It was all to a blur to Gren; he knew he had a recording so he could always just look at the class again later when he was paying attention, but he definately knew he didn’t participate as much as he should. A shame really; Dust was an important part of every Hunter’s arsenal. But he was too caught up in his own little world to even recognize that’s happening around him. Gren was still thinking about what his future hold now that he was running solo. No doubt that the school facilities are trying to find a team to pair him into, or failing that, other students to form a team with him. He wasn’t sure how he felt about any of that.

Frankly, Gren isn't really thinking much at all right now. He was just… Autopilot. He does that a lot when he thinks so much that he can’t think any more. And usually because he was thinking about a lot of pointless things that now just leave him feeling empty and existential inside. At some point Gren had left Beacon and was prowling the streets of Vale. He wasn’t sure what he was doing here and frankly he was just expecting something to find him. Seemed simpler that way. Less thinking on his part, and he can go back to doing simple things like gunning bad guys down and blowing stuff up. For a man made mostly of machines, he had plain and straightforward intentions.

Eventually Gren stopped wandering around and headed back to the airships, but he wasn’t going back to Beacon. It was time to visit Pops, and get an update on his research. Or if he finally decided to off himself or escape the Black Feathers. Frankly at this point Pops wasn’t even necessary anymore; they’ve gained enough of his research to continue the study independently from him. It’s only out of goodwill that he’s kept alive. It’d be more convenient if he was gone anyways. Less loose ends.

[color=00a651]”Well, I guess I’ll figure out what to do with him when I see him.”[/color]

Frankly Gren had a whole list of people he’s been needing to speak to that he’s been putting off. He’s just really busy with school, he supposed. No matter. He has some free time right now so he could clear up that list in a jiffy. First he'll need to go see Pops, then he'll head downtown to the clubbing scene, then he'll find that butcher over in the restaurant area, and finally talk to his old doctor about the stiffness in his joints. That wasn't normal.