Beecher Betelgeuse
B.B. grinned at Isaac's newfound willingness to interact, nodding with a giggle to the waiter. B.B. leaned forward at Isaac's comment, leaning on this back of his/her palm across the table. "Well, Isaac...may I call you Isaac?" B.B. asked, smiling as nail-polished fingers lightly brushed against Isaac's hand. "This school has it's hands in oh so many baskets, and almost everything comes down to money. Someone has to keep track of every single Lien that comes in and out, so I've got to get my hands on all those baskets too..." B.B. whispered, huskily.
The waiter returned, as B.B. smiled and sat back in the chair. The waiter set down an ornate pot, quickly pouring the tea in two floral teacups, ceramic with a gold trim, and made an even faster exit. Evidently he didn't want to stay longer than he had too. Giggling brightly, B.B.'s hands drifted towards the closest teacup, but slowly passed it. Leaning over the table, B.B. tenderly, but firmly, took Isaac's hand and leaned right beside his ear. "But do you know what else I'd like to get my hands on...?" B.B. asked, lips dangerously close to Isaac's ear while s/he whispered, his/her breath hot on Isaac's earlobe. B.B.'s Semblance was working even harder, the pink-haired staff member was even feeling the effects of it.
*Morella Cinder*
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Morella couldn't help but grin at his comment with Cadeyrn, albeit the grin itself could be mistaken for a mouth twitch. The imagery was something Morella could appreciate, though her fighting style was different than Tarkus'.
She finished eating while watching Tarkus construct what looked like a music box at the table. That was another thing about him she didn't really know about. They knew each other for a few years, but that time was mainly in the workshop, they hardly ate together and almost never spent time outside of school together. She thought she remembered seeing him with it before they left Signal, but never thought to ask about it. She was a little curious, though not really that interested, figuring he'd bring it up if he wanted to talk about it. She shrugged, deciding to ask later, before he asked her about her Slicers.
This time, her grin was more noticeable, though she was trying very hard to stay composed. "Well..." she said, playing with the zipper on her bag beside her, "I actually don't need them any more. I increased the efficiency of the Dust chambers, for my Glyph Gates, I can do more than just Ice and Jump. Dash, Block, and Force, so far...I think. Again, I've run some tests with the chambers themselves, hadn't had a chance to field test them while they were in the Boots, but..." she said, unzipping her back and reaching inside.
Her eyes lit up when she took out a large object, made of a smokey, shiny glass. The detailing was intricate, most of the surfaces was the glass substance, though there was some other materials on the base inside where her legs would go. It looked to be a little less than knee high, and while it wasn't as heavy as if it was made of metal, there was some heft to it. Morella handed it to Tarkus, saying, "Be careful, but take a look." She leaned on her hands, gazing at the boot with a glossy stare. "I call them "Midnight Slicers," made of Obsidium, just listen to the tone of it," she said, her finger flicking the air and prompting Tarkus to do the same with the Slicer.
She went on, "Besides two spinning Dust chambers in each Slicer specifically for Glyph Gates, there's two spare on the back that can be interchanged. I can control it almost entirely with my feet from inside, you can try out some of the sensors with your hands if you want. Just don't hold it too close to your face," she said, pointing along the sole of the Boot. "Blades can pop out along the bottom, so in conjunction with White Dust, I can skate for long distances. It's got control surfaces around the bottom and sides too, I can make it a blunt end for striking, spikes for traction, smooth for sliding without using the blades, stuff like that. Also, and don't laugh, I engineered the interface to have visible power lines when Dust is in use, so lines along, and in, the Obsidium glow blue...or sometimes other colors, depending on the Dust used," she said, eyelids half-closed while she ran her fingers along the side of the Slicer. She sighed, smiling softly, before she caught herself and snapped back to aloofness.
She took a sip of water, eyes indifferent once more as she said, "I installed some other features, and I have some spare parts, so I'll see what works best so I can streamline them if need be. Other additions like switchblades along the side or extending spikes for stabbing, they might prove unnecessary if the Ice Blades are enough for combat. I thought I'd try out a multi-Dust chamber system like Cadeyrn, but I've a feeling there might be a problem with opening different elemental Glyph Gates in quick succession. I think the chambers might lock up, but, again, haven't field tested it. But I might ask for some help on the chamber system if there's a problem, if I find I'll need more options in combat." She finished her drink, setting it down on her tray while she stacked her plate and utensils very neat and orderly. She held her hand out, waiting for Tarkus to return the Slicer after he was done inspecting it.
Rose finished with the questions, smiling to the students as they filed out and headed for the food court. She nodded to the other faculty on the stage, as they mingled for a bit longer before returning to their own rooms. Some followed the students, though faculty were able to have food delivered if they wanted, but Rose exited out the side. She walked out behind the Auditorium, finding Arrun leaning against the outer wall, looking up at the now starry sky. She stood beside, looking up in silence for a bit.
"...That was some speech," she finally said. Arrun only shrugged. "You were given one similar?" She asked.
"The one I was given wasn't as sugar-coated. Grimm activity was on an exponential rise, and families were dying. They needed soldiers, not students," Arrun said simply, crossing his arms and tapping his fingers on his elbow.
"Hmmm..." she said, head bobbing in thought. "I suppose...though it did kind of polarize the freshmen, didn't it?" she asked, looking to Arrun.
Arrun, still staring at the stars, took a breath. "The ones that were receptive will be inspired. The ones that weren't will try to prove me wrong, and excel because of it," he said, moving from the wall and walking to the food court, shoulders set and strong.
Rose quickly followed after, saying, "And those who won't do either?" she asked, somewhat nervous.
"I guess they don't belong," Arrun said, flatly. Rose mulled it over in her head, appearing a little conflicted at this. She sighed, deciding not to worry about it now, and covered her mouth from a yawn. She decided to follow Arrun to the food court, and to maybe get a coffee in the process, as well as see how some of the students reacted.