[Flooberoid]

"Oh! Uh... yeah, okay." Mint was plainly bewildered at being accidentally volunteered for a second magician's trick at the same event. She put the fork in her pocket, and what she did with the cake could be considered a magic trick of its own. With her hands emptied, she picked a card from the new magician's deck.

[Kaliot]

Airi lightly applauded with the resolution of the first trick, but her hands were quickly silenced as a familiar face took to the stage. Like her peers, she groaned, though she had more than a reason to because, y'know, of the implication. She wasn't sure what Sovereign's true intentions were considering his reputation:  Was he just trying to have fun, was he trying to upstage the cross-dressing magician, or did he have something a little more devious in mind? The unfortunate part was that all three options were perfectly valid options so it'd be impossible to know.She searched the room and caught a glance of Avery's face. She figured he would have an idea of what was going on, but his face was too difficult to read.

Admitting her defeat, she tightened her cap and let out a sigh as she made her way to the front of the stage, ending up directly to Mint's left. She did her best to keep her eyes on both performers. She had been walking up as Galileo was shuffling the cups so she just threw out a random guess. "The center!" she said just loudly enough for Galileo to hear her clearly.

[Dr. Gustave]

Malina frowned slightly and furrowed her brow. How did this other girl- on of this girl's teammates apparently- know her name? Whatever, it wasn't important. She probably had a class with her and didn't realize it. "Mhmm." She nodded "We all exaggerate about our teams from time to time." She feigned a smile as she turned to Camellia. "I'm just not one for socializing is all... Oh, will your team be participating in the tournament?"


"Ah, heh." Brooke let out what could easily be mistaken for a scoff. "I'm a forth year student. No offense, but any mission I pick is gonna a bit out of your skill range. Believe me, going on a mission three years above you is not an experience you want to have, and I'm certainly not going to be the one responsible for you getting killed."


"Yeah, should be pretty fierce. I'm hoping I can at least catch some of the huntsmen bracket. Those fights should be insane." Zabar lifted his hands out of his pockets and gestured toward Juno. "I mean, full blown hunters are... something else. If you didn't know better they're barely human or faunus." He looked over the boy once more. "And what about you? How do you fight?"

[Evilparsnips]

Yngvarr shrugged. "You won't need to be. I'm pretty sure I could handle myself out there. I've been in some pretty bad tangles myself." He retorted. Damned if he was going to let this girl decide she was too powerful for him. She looked like he could hoist her over his shoulder no sweat. Yngvarr couldn't leave this challenge.

[Dr. Gustave]

Brooke sighed and looked at the students around her before returning to Yngvarr. "Look, I get. I do. I remember being a first year." She brought her hand up to her chest. "I remember thinking, 'Man, I'm finally at a real combat school, I can finally do some good.' But the thing is, you don't start off like that. You work your way up, and there's a reason you can't just skip to the top. And I'm not... calling you weak, or anything..." She brought her hand over her mouth for a moment, thinking. "It's just that there's.... Well, I've seen things. Thing's I'd love to forget but I know I can't. Having to bring a first year along on a fourth year mission would not go well. Alright? Understand?" Her brow furrowed and she narrowed her eyes at the boy. "It's not a good idea."

[nathan67003]

Camelia turned to her teammate as she arrived, flashing her a brief smile while ignoring her very intentional jab. "Hey, Bii. I see you've failed to find Tenne. Good. I won't have to stop her from trying to tear your head off this time."

She turned to Malina as the latter answered, returning her somewhat faked smile with a genuine, understanding one. "I wish I was exaggerating... And that's alright, not everyone's a social butterfly. As for the tourney, CBLT won't be participating, but I believe Tenne and Bianca here are signed up for the 1v1 bracket.

Well, guess I'll be leaving, hopefully you'll feel better. It was a pleasure talking with you!" Turning to Bianca, she added "Bii, I suggest you tag along. I know you've been itching for a target, so why not me?" It was difficult to tell, but the smile that was now on her face had something of a resigned quality to it...

[Evilparsnips]

"Whatever. Your loss!" Yngvarr said. He felt a little dejected inside, but he knew it was for the best. He turned and walked away without another word, looking for another potential partner/ team to quest with. Unfortunately the Atlas students had now pretty well integrated with the rest of the crowd, making it difficult to avoid them all. He began to move through the crowd, keeping his head down to avoid being spotted.

[Zwei Not]

Juno let out a little chuckle as Zabar asked about his methods in combat. If Juno was going to be up against this guy, he couldn't give away any trade secrets. It was doubtful this fix would have given him any hints on how to beat him in kind, anyway. "Eh, you'll have to find out once the tournament rolls around." he replied, a grin on his face as he looked the other in the eye. "I'm sure you get it, right?"

[Asterisk]

Looking over the board, Marigold says, "Hmmm... That one." She pointed to a Grimm extermination one, without need of a chaperone. "Cammie had wanted me to try out some throwable missiles she had developed prior to going on a training trip with her parents for two months to see if they could be used at Ladylake. Haven't really gotten around to it, though now would be a great time. Interestingly enough, they came packed inside a box of popsicles, fully wrapped and all...."

[Th3King0fChaos]

"Alright, what is it?".  Ismael continues to look through the other missions.

[Dr. Gustave]

Zabar smirked and held his hands up in a fake defeat. "You got me. Well, anyway..." He lowered his hands and pulled out his scroll, opening up the chat between him and his team. "... I think I'll leave the missions to anyone who wants to get into all that. Me, on the other hand, I think I'll head down to the sparring arena, see if I can find someone to practice with." He turned to leave and began to walk away. "Hope to see you in the tourney, Juno." With that, he made his way to the sparring arena.

[The Mythic Scribe]

The realization that she probably shouldn't have mentioned the Malina's name hit as soon as Bianca saw the slight frown on the other girl's face. Still though, she wasn't too worried. She could know the girl's name from anywhere, there were a lot more possibilities that didn't include her eavesdropping on the conversation. Plus, Bianca didn't have too much time to worry, as it was Camelia's turn to respond.

As the her team leader spoke, 'Bii' couldn't help turning a little sour. Not at the fact that Camelia insisted that she and Tenne were that bad, because they were, but at her first sentence to her, the one about her having to stop Tenne. "You know I can handle myself just perfectly," she drawled after leaning even more of her weight on Camelia and sighing dramatically. "Tenne couldn't tear my head off if she tried. We've gotten into a few tussles, but they were all in good fun, right Cammie?" Immediately brightening and smirking, Bianca 'playfully' punched her team leader in the upper arm. "Anyway, yeah, I'm signed up, so is Tenne. Preeeeeeetty sure that she's hoping I'm her opponent because she wants to beat the shit out of me. Oh, and uh, bye!"

Waving to the girl with the red-streaked hair, still with her arm around her dear old team leader, the two teammates walked away, back into the crowd. "And Cammie? No thanks." For good measure, she made sure to add "You're just no fun!"

[Neon]

Five-nine-one. Sigurd took a step up the path, throwing a quick four punch combination, then dropped to the ground for a push up. Five-nine-two. He repeated the process. Five-nine-three. Again. Five-nine-four. Five-nine-five. Five-nine-six. Then he stood up and walked through the doorway.

He stood there for a second, taking in the view and rubbing sleep from his eyes. He was late again; surprise, surprise. The whole 'working to a timetable' thing was taking more adjustment than he'd expected, and even if he hadn't overslept he'd still have lost a lot of time on that workout. Not that it mattered, he supposed. It was crowded enough in here that he doubted he'd been missed, and the others would no doubt fill him in on anything important which might have happened.

He stretched, and adjusted the ropes chafing against his chest. It wasn't that the statue weighed a tonne- although it did- so much as that it was such a bloody awkward shape. But training was training; and, he supposed, if it was easy then everyone would be doing it.

Letting out a loud yawn, he cast his eyes around the room, giving up on the effort when no familiar faces made themselves apparent. Nope, not a clue where the others had gone. No matter. He sucked in a deep breath and overfilled his lungs.

"OI, FOX BOY," he bellowed, deafening a number of nearby students, "WHERE THE HELL'VE YOU GONE!?"

[Evilparsnips]

Hearing a familiar yell, Yngvarr turned his head. He saw a familiar face. Normally he wouldn't mind this attention, but he was trying to avoid being spotted by those who might recognise his face. He slowly approached Sigurd. When he reached him he pulled him to the side and said very clearly but quietly "Don't do that ever agian. You see these ears?" He motioned to the pair of wolf ears sprouting from his head. "They mean I can hear better than most of the humans in this room."
Then, turning his frown into a smile he slapped his friend on the back, laughing. "Took you long enough to get here. I'm sure all the good missions are gone now. Lets go take a look." He turned and began to move towards the boards at the edge of the room once more.

[Neon]

"Oi, oi," Sigurd called, grasping the other boy by the shoulder and spinning him back around. "Don't you think you're forgetting something?"

He planted his feet, then, putting all of his considerable strength behind it, launched a ferocious uppercut towards the younger boy's stomach. His fist sank into Yngvarr's abdomen with a loud thud, and the floor trembled slightly under the residual shockwave.

Sigurd withdrew his fist, grinned, and stepped closer to his teammate. "Little bastard. Whose job was it to wake me up this morning?"