[Timeworker]

Griz couldn't help but laugh a little at the irony of the situation. There was that "2nd" year about to save somebody's life...again. Perhaps if she kept going like this she would set a new record. Then Griz heard the shout..It was from Cerulean....but wasnt he? o shit. That's when it clicked, she was about to get dragged 10 feet under by that thing. Now Griz had a hunch that maybe he was right...maybe she was years beyond his level. The way she moved was not like a student. The way she carried herself was definitely not like a student. The equipment she had...ok he'd seen a lot of fancy equipment but he'd put his top dollar that the gear wasn't exactly freshman. Last time he went with a gut feeling it didn't really work out. However he had to make a decision.

In a blink of an eye Griz moved closer before stopping far enough away to not get tangled with her. He would put his faith in her. If shit went south then he would deal with it then. However he wasn't about to risk jumping into that thing's path again without a plan. Besides there were much more skilled people than him here maybe they had a better idea.

[Asterisk]

Unfortunately, sound didn't travel as fast and Ophelia connected with the clone. Right then, she felt something was wrong. This was confirmed as the clone exploded in a burst of glass, sending her flying backwards while her aura took the hit. Orienting herself in the air, she landed on her hands and pushed off, performing a back-flip to land right next to the the pigs carcass. Picking it up, she threw it with one hand towards the creature in the ground.

[Viventium Umbra]

The thing, having lab her itself into the air, was also knocked back by the blast and landed in a feral hunch not unlike that of a beowolf. It snarled viciously, and when the pig came flying at it, it cut the carcass clean in half with a swipe of its arm. Then the scent of the animal caught its attention, and it backed up. Grabbing both halves, the thing hissed at its previous assailants before burrowing down, backwards, and presumably away with the pig in tow.

Brond, had had a hard time keeping track of what was happening, and had backed off when the thing had gone underground for a second time. Now he approached the rest of the group, Ophelia in particular, and said, "You seem to know an awful lot about this thing. Who are you, exactly?"

[Asterisk]

As her visor folded up into a hairband again, Ophelia sighed and held out her hand. "Abigail Hunter, Beacon second year and not-consultant to the Vale Department of Investigation."

[Timeworker]

Griz resisted from coughing and sputtering as she introduced herself. For all he knew she was a regular beacon student! Yeah...second year...suuuuure. Well whoever she is she definitely an enigma. Probably gonna keep my comments to myself to not hurt anybody...or myself. He smiled outwardly as he enjoyed the beautiful weather they were having. It was almost nice enough to forget about the hideous monster that apparently had a taste for pig.

[arcus_gray]

A scowl dawned on Ceruleans face as he heard that woman from the bar continuing to lie to them. "cut the crap. They're on your side so the least you can do is be honest with them."

[Asterisk]

 "A rose by any other name," Ophelia said to Cerulean. "And if you would like to drop by Beacon sometime, I'm more than willing to share my schedule. An actual huntsman coming to visit me during class would certainly be something to look forward to."

As they conversed, the airship continued to hover above, Stella sitting inside listening in and wondering if Cerulean knew Ophelia.

[Viventium Umbra]

Brond planted his face firmly in his palm and grunted before shaking his head and looking forlornly up at the ship with Azrail in it. "You need to get that kid to a hospital, ASAP," he rumbled at Ophelia, and then turned to face her. He was suspicious of her claim to being a 2nd year, especially after what Cerulian had said. "Look, I don't care about who you are anymore, I just want you guys to follow me. We're going to report back and then all of you except for Cerulian are going to take a special, mandatory class on keeping secrets," Brond grumbled and waved for them to follow him as he began lumbering back to the original cordoned-off police area.

[Timeworker]

Griz walked a round for a bit examining the holes left by the beast. What WAS that thing. He had never seen anything like it...there was a lot of things he hasn't seen. Walking up to Brond, Griz spoke softly "So that's it huh? We go home and pretend like what we saw didn't exist?"It wasn't in a mad or annoyed tone of voice. It had a tone that resonated more with understanding.

[arcus_gray]

Cerulean scowled at Ophelia and decided he would say something. "Does Alban know who you are? I'm sure he would find your true identity very interesting" Cerulean said in a low tone as he passed by Ophelia to follow Brond. His face softened as he heard what Griz said. "pretty much. This sort of thing is best left to fully fledged hunters and can you imagine the panic if word of this thing got out?"

[Asterisk]

Stella, having checked that the tracker was getting farther and farther away on the scroll, decided it was safe to exit her ship. Waving at the others, she tossed the scroll to Ophelia. "You're welcome.

"Thank you, Ms. Chartreuse. Ophelia checked it while saying, "Oh, my senior at the combat academy will be just fine. I suppose we don't want the hospital asking where he got those wounds from, do we now?" Then looking up at Cerulean she said, "Perhaps Headmaster Inverno does, perhaps he doesn't. What difference would it make? See, the thing is, I'm just here to deal with what you huntsmen or specialists cannot. That's all you need to know. And since we're on that topic," she tossed the scroll to him. "I guess this guy would be best left to you, Mr. Fully Fledged Hunter. It's supposed to be huntsman by the way. And if you find yourself incompetent at handling it, well, you know where to find me."

[Viventium Umbra]

"No offense Ms. Abigail, but I don't trust you very much. It's clear you aren't who you say you are, but that's not my problem. Considering that, it goes without saying that I don't trust you with his life, so I suggest that you hand him over to us. It's our problem that he's injured, so we'll pay the medical bills, and we can pretty easily justify it as a training accident. Hell, anything could be justified as a training accident," Brond replied to Ophelia. "And let me guess, you put a tracker in the pig? As if they haven't tried that before. It just hides away somewhere that's too confined and dangerous to approach it in, and then when it's done eating it just leaves the tracker with the rest of the carcass and moves on." He then addressed Griz: "Well you don't get to go home right away. We've got to take you to the station where you'll agree not to tell anyone for the good of the public, but it's all got to be official, so just bear with me here." He continued to walk through the remains of walls on his way back.

[Asterisk]

"Stella."

"I own a few hospitals throughout Vale. I'll see what I can do." The airship holding Azrail turned in the air and flew off in the direction of a nearby hospital. Then turning to Brond, she said, "But let me guess, you guys haven't attempted using a Prometheus tracker. They're designed like parasites. Now all we need is for our hungry little friend to munch on Mr. Buta a bit, and the tracker will practically live inside its body. Now then, is there anything else you crazy people need? I've got a public unveiling at the Commercial District that I have to do for those medi-drones you just witnessed earlier."

[Viventium Umbra]

"Well that'll be really useful actually! Even if we still can't kill the thing, we could probably prevent further casualties!" Brond said, genuinely surprised. "You wouldn't happen to have some semblance-negating weapon too?"

[Viventium Umbra]

(I think the thread has died, but it was going to end soon anyway so it doesn't matter much. Long story short everyone gets taken back to the police station, and everyone gets a pretty generic "you will not share this information with anyone" talk before being allowed to leave.)