Prism’s settled so comfortably into Jocelyn’s embrace that she takes a moment to respond, making a small sound of acknowledgement from where she’s burrowed into her teammate’s shoulder. “Hey now, don’t knock my caffeine. Besides, I don’t get too hyper - I’ve gotten pretty good at containing it.”[/color] She murmurs playfully. “But yeah, that sounds nice - go somewhere and get something proper for breakfast.”

Prism’s quiet for a moment, shoving more noodles into her mouth as she mules over his answer, before stabbing the chopsticks back into the bowl. “...you’re really lucky then.” Prism answers, trying to choose her words carefully. “Native-born Atlesians who’re cool with faunus are rare. It’s good you found someone like her then. And like - being able to overcome the shit they put faunus through with around here, that takes some guts, let me tell you. I mean, I thought I was used to this shit, but Vale’s nowhere near as harsh as Atlas. Especially with like the occasional death threat and all- but like, besides the point. That’s good for you, and good for the students here too.” She finishes, only somewhat awkwardly.

“Just… why choose to show me, of all people?”

You’re definitely going to want to expand on Azure’s combat behavior. A sentence isn’t usually enough to encapsulate a character’s fighting style: how do they face down human opponents? How do they face down Grimm? What are their primary strengths and weaknesses? How do they get along with a team or when fighting alongside other people? And how do they use their semblance in a fight? All of these factors are important to consider for a fledgling huntress, since it’s a useful resource when in a sparring thread - both for you and your opponent.

Three specific weaknesses of your character’s combat styles are required, just to note.

Prism sits down quietly, staring into her noodles for a few moments as she thinks. She’s got a lot of questions, she can’t lie - a faunus professor at Atlas Academy is shocking in every sense, but it’s also… well, fantastic, frankly. It’s nice knowing faunus students at Atlas aren’t totally under the mercy of a brutal staff. Instead of starting right away, she elects to quickly shove some noodles in her mouth and swallow them down with a quick slurp, before letting herself burst into her round of questions.

“Okay, so - obviously, your wife knows with all the makeup pallets all over the house, but like - does anybody else at the academy know? What about any students? Why do you choose to teach and stay here of all places instead of moving somewhere less blatantly racist? How do you deal with it everyday?

Prism snort to herself as Hunter explains his team, and how people think things would’ve ended up. “Hey, I can definitely relate. You’d think given our team name, everyone would be fawning over Coconut. But nah, the dude gets stuck on the team with an asexual chick, a massive lesbian, and a bisexual disaster faunus. So I get it, totally.” She finishes, with a smile.

Prism wanders into their modern kitchen as Hunter disappears upstairs, taking in every little detail of the modern loft. It’s a rather nice place, she’d admit - maybe someday with a proper Huntress’ salary, she’d be able to afford this type of apartment. She spends a few minutes opening cabinets before she finds the cups, pulling out a couple of mugs prior to his request, before setting them down on the counter. She’s picking up one to inspect the decal on the outside as Hunter returns to the kitchen, turning to face him to ask a question-
 
Smash!

The mug drops from Prism’s hand and shatters on the floor as her gaze locks on Hunter, mouth agape. Without his disguise on, the dark rings around Hunter’s eyes let Prism know the professor’s true identity almost immediately. She can only really flounder in shock as she stares on, before reaching up with her spare hand to touch the space underneath her eye to mimic him, before finally expressing her actual thoughts with real words. “The fuck!?”

At least that answers the question of who the makeup artist in the house is.

Jima’s signature grin gets bigger at Smokey’s question, deactivating the hoverboard mechanism and grabbing the handle just before the massive sword hits the ground. “Plenty big. We’re talking Deathstalkers, Creepers, and  probably a King Tajitu if we’re really lucky. And hey, the more the merrier! When it comes to fighting Grimm, the more firepower we’ve got, the better.” She confirms, before flicking a switch on the hilt of the sword. The blade collapses inwards and practically halves in size, letting her slide it into a sheath on her back, before she sets off out of the training range towards the Emerald Forest - beckoning for the herd of first years to follow.

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Unfortunately for their motley little crew, what would follow would be nearly an hour of walking through the depths of the Emerald Forest. At the very least, Jima was an intrepid tour guide - spouting off a wide variety of facts about both Grimm and her weapon, barely stopping to breath as she rambled on and on about the composition of the alloy in her weapon, and the major weak spots of a King Tajitu. The path they’d be following could barely be described as more than a deer’s trail for the majority of it as Jima led them further and further, seemingly without end to the hike - until she’d burst through the sudden end to the treeline with a triumphant “Ah-ha!” and out onto an ancient stone road.

“C’mon, this way!”

Giving an abrupt about-face, Jima would beckon to the group to follow her down the worn-out road, overgrown with moss and dead leaves. In the distance would a massive stone wall nearly three stories tall, made from the same crumbling stone as the road. At the base was a worn-down arch, acting as the entryway for a rough-hewn tunnel that sloped upwards through the thick stone - and where Jima would promptly stroll as if she’d done it before.

“I found this place way back in my first year, when I was out exploring the Emerald Forest for the first time.” Jima explained, her voice faintly echoing off the walls of the tunnel. “According to what I could dig up from the library, this is a colosseum from waaay before the Greyed War - people from all over would come here to spectate fighting. I couldn’t find much else beyond that, but it’s still a really fucking awesome place to find.”

At the end of the tunnel, the motley crew of hunters-in-training would break out into the overcast sunlight once again, revealing the massive collueseam that stretched before them. The open field was nearly the length of a football field, surrounded by a high wall with a several large openings along the length of it. The group would emerge from the tunnel’s entrance into the stands where they could observe the ancient colosseum in all it’s glory - before Jima would beckon for her to follow them again, trotting down a worn-out staircase before picking her way down a section of the arena wall that had crumbled with age - leading them all to the arena’s floor.

“The reason this area is so convenient to us is the fact that with all the fighting that went on in ancient times - well, to paraphrase it lightly, there was a lot of bloodshed.” Jima said casually, unsheathing her sword to transform it back into it’s full length. “Even it was entertaining to people back then, this place has a history of tragedy - an ancient one, stretching back centuries, probably. With all that energy concentrated into one place, well, it’s a magnet for Grimm.” She answers, glancing back at the group that followed her. “Even to this day.”

“Oh my fucking god.”

The anger bubbling right beneath the surface comes to a boiling point with Prism as she’s interrupted by a total stranger, whirling on her heel to stare him down as the hummingbird physically grows larger - every feather on her wings poofing up, making her appear just that little bit larger. “M’kay, listen to me you random-ass dipshit, who apparently thinks it’s perfectly appropriate to burst in on a conversation between strangers without even bothering to fuckingintroduce yourself. Firstly, violence does not only work in self-defense - for every goddamn faunus that fought not to be confined to some tiny little island off the coast of Mistral, you’re disrespecting a legacy that’s been fought in blood and tears for the necessity of assuring our fucking freedom. Violence in times of oppression is necessary, despite all it’s fucking tragedies. Secondly, you’re both right - hate stems from a combination of ignorance and greed, which tend to combine into this nasty little cocktail of letting people get away with fucking warcrime-worthy exploitation as those in power convince themselves we’re not really people!! That misinformation fucking spreads, rendering entire populations convinced that we’re just animals and painting violent pictures of faunus who simply want to mind their own business -  which leads to further fear and hatred while they take advantage of something they view as just a resource! It’s a self-perpetuating cycle, if y’all haven’t figured that out!” She finishes, stomping her foot in emphasis at the last words. “And what’s this bullshit about hating homosexuality? For fuck’s sake, I’m bisexual! Don’t have your ignorant ass make assumptions like that!”

The hummingbird gives a few angry breaths after the end of her tirade, before an especially deep one gives her the wind she needs to keep going - whirling again to stare down Calen. “Thirdly, you living embodiment of a limp dick who literally just admitted to being racist, I don’t think anybody can really trust your viewpoint on this entire matter, at like, all? You repeatedly dodged questions until I cornered you between your pride and your desire to win, and honestly, I still don’t think you’re telling the truth, since that excuse of yours barely counts as an answer - especially with all those details about how the kid snapped his neck you gave us.”

She stares him down as he asks his question and the target fires. She barely takes her eyes off him to transform her weapon to it’s glaive form with a flick, before swinging it through the air and sending a massive aura crescent flying down the range - slicing the target clean down the middle.

Glancing to see the results of her efforts, the clean slice of the target is satisfying enough her feathers lie flat - but not before pointing the sharp end of her glaive directly towards Cat, sending that glare towards him. “You, introduce yourself.”