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Unbeknownst to Either, the Marksmen Faced Each Other || Those Lost in a Daze

For a second, Delta thought Robert had gotten into a fight, and had his ass handed to him.  But he soon realized that the all too hue pigment of blood was darker than the condiment plastered on his face, which related more closely with his hair pigment.  Was facepaint in vogue nowadays?  Delta would have to save reading up on popular trends later, as another student made his way to the table and asked if he could take a seat.  ”Sure.” He responded to the blonde briskly while holding out a napkin.  Eve leaped out of his belt pouch and yanked the sheet of paper from his hand.  The familiar sped its way across the table, gracefully scaled Robert’s arm with finesse until it finally came to a halt at his shoulder.  ”...I kind of want to ask how you walked into the line of ketchup fire, but I think I’ll just leave it up to my imagination.” Eve let out a thin breath as it wiped away the remainder of the ketchup, ”Oh, and pleased to meet your acquaintance, Napoli.  I’m Eve, Delta’s semblance.” It called out from the other side of the table before it hopped off of Robert’s shoulder and began to dig into some of the macaroni.  

The noise echoing throughout the cafeteria was still a bit overwhelming, there was never this much personnel where Delta was stationed, so it was an new experience in itself.  That, and the food was surprisingly good.  Living off of what his father liked to call cooking was arduous, but because he was raised in such a manner, he didn’t take everything for granted.  Delta glanced at Napoli taking his seat, then at his comrade digging into his lunch.  Faint signs of unease formed on his brows, which only became knitted by a mere nanometer.  ”Even my classmates are taller than me...” It was accepted that adults by default were taller than him, but even people in his age group had at least a third of a foot on him.  Delta sighed, realizing that he had yet to introduce himself or his teammate.  ”Oh, my apologies.  My name is Delta Snow, meanwhile the guy across from me is Robert Fallson.  We’re on the same team.” He kept the introduction relatively brief.  Suddenly, both his and Robert’s scrolls chimed with a notification.  He slipped the device out of his pocket and skimmed over the message.  Delta exchanged glances with Robert then tapped in a response, notifying their third member that they would be en route.  

”Great sorta thing…?” The boy tilted his head, he attempted to discern what Grane exactly meant by that phrasing but ultimately came up with nothing.  His mind was not yet capable of processing social linguo.  The student looked up at the blonde classmate, who had just settled in his seat a few minutes prior.  ”Erm… Robert and I are about to head over to the Deli.  Not sure who we’re meeting, but you might know some of the people there.” The boy paused, still unsure of how he should continue on, ”...Want to tag along?”  Yeah.  That sounds right.
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Well, Grane and, unsurprisingly, Gren had amassed quite the circle of people.  Delta vaguely recognized some of their features from the history lecture and the little smidgen of math class he was able to attend.  A whole team, plus the social butterfly of a friend were sitting at a table.  Slate pupils stared widely at the group, opened more than usual.  He was surely caught off guard how quickly he had found himself in the midst of people.  What was presumed to have been an arduous task of finding friends was savvily expedited by simply knowing one or two certain individuals.  

The boy ran a hand down the back of his neck before he gave his classmates a wave, ”Um.  Hi.” He managed to force out.  Eve began to snickered at his pitiful attempt, ”Sup Grane~!  Oh, Gren’s here too? G&G!  I’m copyrighting that as of now, mind you.” The familiar chuckled at its own pun, ”Also, greetings to the rest of you!  I don’t know your names, but I can’t wait to meet you!” Eve must’ve been brimming with happiness, this was probably the most people its collectively seen that are Delta’s age.  ”Nice job texting us, Grane.  Don’t tell me you studied how to use it during class.” He distinctly remembered the guy packing the device away as soon as he had received it in Ozpin’s office.  Delta presumed that he had next to no experience using such devices, but maybe his teammate’s intuition was enough.  

”Don’t worry about paying for me, whoever’s covering the tab.  I’ve already eaten.” He reassured the team as he took his seat.  So there was a guy with cerulean hair, another male sporting armor, a redhead with quite the interesting hat, a woman with blue locks, and lastly a cat faunus with viridescent eyes.  ”Name's Delta... How’ve your days been?” Delta awkwardly asked.  He was still lost in the sudden chain of events.  Hopefully Grane or Gren would shine some light on why they beckoned for them all.  A quick sip was taking from the can he bought on the way.  When in doubt, drink coffee.
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"To the kid rubbing his red beyond the blue, blue summer.  If only you could here this voice.  Goodbye."
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