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The amount of IC time that has passed is actually tragic.
Sepia Russet - PE

"Are you okay? You seem to be in...agony."


No, she was fine. But...where had she heard that before? That exact phrase. A man with blood on his back...

She'd said them.


Sepia shook her head. She'd been staring off into space. "I'm fine. Just a little sore, you know? Just had a mission where things could have been neater, I think." She smiled in a way that she hoped to be reassuring. "I'm relieved to hear it about the homework, though. I'm absolutely terrible at non-hands-on learning. My eyes just slide off the page."

That was when the shirtless man entered. To be honest, she wasn't really paying any attention to the words being shouted at top volume. She'd grown up in a place absolutely brimming with posturing and machismo, and most of it wasn't of any real importance. There was one thing that caught her attention, however. She leaned slightly toward the girl next to her. "Violet, you wouldn't have to know what 'football' is, would you?"

Sepia Russet - PE

"Yes!" Sepia burst out excitedly. "Tell me, what did you guys do in class? Any homework?" She bounced up onto her toes, forgetting for a moment the entire reason she'd missed Grimm Studies. The resulting flash of soreness across her abdomen nearly sucked her breath away.'s like getting shot all over again. At this point, she must've looked a sight. Still high off of new-people fumes, she was somehow giggling and grimacing at the same time, semi-doubled over to boot.

After she caught her breath and straightened (slowly this time), the girl's introduction finally registered. "Ah-sorry. Nice to meet you, Violet. My name's Si-Sepia Russet." Shoot. Having Datura and Soot around got me back in the habit.

Sepia Russet - PE

Honestly, Sepia was getting sick of nurse's offices. She had nothing but gratitude for the people themselves, of course, but the environment overall quickly becomes tiresome when one has just recently been released from an extended hospital stay. She was no longer continuing to benefit from the attention anyway. She knew what was wrong with her, and that was all that mattered. It certainly wasn't worth making her miss what should have been a vital class just to fuss over the mystery of the slow-healing wound again.

Pushing previous events to the back of her head, the coydog faunus mustered up all the energy she could use in one go and kicked the door to the PE room open. She'd already decided that today was a no-hands kind of day. Fortunately for the door, the girl currently treating it to the full extent of her leg muscles was both somewhat ill and physically weaker than most of the people it was built to accommodate. Thus, Sepia's entrance consisted of the door unceremoniously banging open instead of having a dent put in it or worse.

As she skirted the perimeter of the room, she did a quick once-over of everyone present. Most were already deep in friendly conversation. However...her one-sided gaze zeroed in on one girl in particular. She was a stand-out for multiple reasons: firstly, she was alone, and secondly, she looked kind of like Sepia's mental image of a high fashion model. Tall, bold looks, aloof, mysterious. Despite all that, she didn't seem to give off a feeling of snobbishness. More like discomfort, really. "Well, they say working out alone is the enemy of accountability."

After a quick check to make sure her fringe was still swept into position over the upper left portion of her face, Sepia approached the girl and smiled at her. "Hello there! Don't suppose you just came from Grimm Studies?" As tempting as it was to try to weasel out of homework, asking about it seemed like the best conversation starter.

I finally got a good amount of sleep last night, so now I won't literally fall asleep as soon as I sit down

Posting tomorrow. I'm just so tired right now (doesn't help that it's 12:30).
Sepia Russet - Grimm Studies

To say Sepia woke up feeling unwell would be an understatement. As she came to, her first thought was of just how hot she was. The immense pile of fluffy blankets and pillows that formed a structure almost like a nest on her bed had metamorphosed into an oven at some point during the night and she was starting to feel thoroughly like an overcooked...something. "Something sweaty, anyway." She ran a hand through slightly damp curls, surprised at its slight shakiness. "Huh. I must be really hungry." Ignoring how her head pounded when she sat up, the dog faunus disentangled herself from the suffocating mess that used to be a bed before she twisted and turned in it all night. "I really hope Yue made food. The issue of how I've never so much as touched an oven isn't something I want to go through right now."

Hm. Maybe the other girl could teach her sometime. It would be nice to spend some non-mission time together.


By the time she slid into one of the very last vacant seats in Grimm Studies, Sepia was very grateful for the lack of obstacles on her way to class. While she would normally jump at the chance to socialize, today was just not a good day for first impressions. At least her spot was in the back. Maybe if she made herself extra small during class, she wouldn't be called on for anything. "If I get pulled down to fight, I'm definitely going to puke." Nausea had been building up all day, and even someone as admittedly slow as her could figure out why. Everyone here was just so stressed. Between the student body of teen angst and Datura's wacky hormones, Sepia's semblance was starting to get on her nerves for more than just the usual reason."Buck up. It just means that there are people here who need help. It's not their fault that being a teenager is just one crisis after another." She chided herself internally.

The brunette leaned forward and propped her chin on her palm. Her eyelids drooped. Well, one did. The other felt...weird. A chill ran down her spine. "I forgot to put it back." Quickly, she pulled down a section of hair to cover the left side of her face. A class where she would doubtlessly alternate between anxiety and sleepiness. It could be worse, really.
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