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	Chari couldn't think of anyone that wouldn't be nervous about tomorrow. Those that said they weren't had to be either lying or delusional. Thinking ahead. Planning in advance. It was necessary if you wanted to survive in a place like Mistral. Grimm were not the only monsters in Remnant [color=a187be]"Mind reading your semblance?"[/color] She retorted. It served her right thinking she could let her guard down for a moment. If she wasn't so tired, she may have even been grateful for the reminder [color=a187be]"We...do not know each other."[/color] She had been thinking far more about just the 'soon'. Simply being here meant so much to her but it would mean nothing if she didn't take tomorrow seriously and loss her chance.

The wolf Faunus watched Fen's movements with minor intrigue wondering if he would try pulling some other 'prank' on her. It turned out he was grabbing nothing but a cloak to wrap himself with. She scoffed [color=a187be]"Sure."[/color] glancing only briefing around them. Difficult as falling asleep had proven, it was going to be impossible with whoever this was next to her. It was time to relocate to a darker, more remote corner of the room. Patiently she waited until he appeared to doze off before picking up her things and navigating through the sea of people sleeping under her. Strange as it was, it was the first connection she made thus far. Chari found a nice spot up against a wall that should prevent any more surprise attacks.

Funny as it was, the odd boy did manage to take her mind off things. Once more she laid out her sleeping bag and crawled inside, this time sitting up against the wall as she flicked through the pages of her sketchpad. Most of them were done with a pencil but a few had shades of color blended into the picture. An old woman with her dog. A sun setting over a grassy hill. A rose with too many thorns to hold. Lily dressed up in her huntress gear. The pages towards the beginning of the book...she didn't like looking at those. Raw emotions expressed in a unrefined style. A half-smile tugged at her lips. Life sure was a wild ride. Speaking of which, tomorrow they were supposed to be assigned into teams. As long as they let her do her thing, there wouldn't be problems. It was only temporary after all.
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