The young moth quietly and calmly walked through the corridors of the dormitory, the halls empty for the moment. His blue and gold eyes attentively looking forward. He heard no sound nor saw any sign of others here, though he kept his ears open. He was wearing a blue and white yukata with golden accessories, along with some samurai chest armor. It could be noted that the color matched his eyes. On his back was a long, dark blue, cloak which had a crescent moon on the back. To his left hip held a sheath with katana inside, and on his belt were a row of kunais. His sickles, and kusarigama, were all inside of his bag along with a water skin. Hidden beneath the cloak were a pair of broken wings; torn and shredded to non-functionality.
Eventually, his quiet footsteps would come to a stop as he stood before a door marked with a number. His head would tilt to the side as he gazed at it, before taking out a piece of parchment and holding it up before him as if comparing them. "7." He thought to himself, nodding slightly as he confirmed they matched with one another. This was to be his room for the future, for as long as his tribe deemed necessary. Though if they would ever recall him he was unsure. It wouldn't be the first time he would be in unknown territory, but this was the first time the stay was so indefinite. Usually it was kill this creature, hold this point, retake this land... then he could return, for all that was worth. 'Or I may simple be here till my own death.' He added in his mind. Slowly, he would use the "key" they had given him and opened the door slowly. Eyes would glare harshly into the room, looking for any signs of danger. He had been told he was sharing the room, but not with who. At least no one he would recognize. He was given meaningless names, and that he would meet them here in time. While he doubted anyone of note knew where he was, he knew butterfly had arrived here first. They may have set a trap for him for all he knew. One hand on his katana, he would slowly walk into the dark room and silently close the door behind him.
After a thorough search of the room and the small side room, he found nothing to indicate the presence of others yet or of traps. The room had seemed empty for now. Sighing, he would lower his guard. "Hopefully they are not so cowardly as to wait for my sleep. I shall not go down without taking as many of them as I can with me." He would quietly say aloud, on the off chance they were somehow able to listen in on him. He would explore the room with new eyes now. There were four beds, a definite number on how many he would be sharing the room with, a chair beneath a window that let the sunlight in (though it was currently covered by the curtain), and an adjoining room with strange structures built into the wall. Out of curiosity he would mess about with them and be surprised to find they created water! Dousing himself slightly in the process... and was curious as to why there was such a tiny well of water in there too. 'So much access to water... why is the point of this one? Flowing water is much better than stagnant ones.' He questioned to himself, though could come up with no good answer. Confused by this room, he would close the door and walk away towards the beds.
Not seeing any source of light besides the curtained window, he would notice an odd protrusion from the wall. Curious... He would touch it and find it could be moved, though that was a horrible mistake. All of a sudden the room was filled with light as he was momentarily blinded, drawing his katana in a practiced movement thinking this was all a trap. But after a few seconds, and once his vision returned, he noted no one else in the room. Nervous and untrusting on this seeming magic, he would warily flick the switch back down... as the room was plunged into darkness again. He blinked in confusion, before shielding his eyes and experimenting. 'This creates and removes light... How is this possible...?' He wondered silently to himself. It was nothing he had ever seen before, though there was much of that since he left the promised land. It seemed this land was filled to the brim with magic, and it was being harnessed by its inhabitants. He could not fathom how, but worried if the moth tribe was ever discovered they would be overwhelmed.
Not wanting to play with unknown forces more, he would step away from the strange protrusion and look towards the beds. They seemed to be on top of one another, and had stairs to reach the upper ones. While most moth homes and beds were attached top the ceilings rather than the floor, due to their wings, this was an interesting and convenient design for him. Cautiously, given all the unknown magics he had discovered in the room so far, he would step up the right side and see that there was not enough room to stand and that he would have to crawl to continue. He did notice the shelving to the side, and would remove his backpack to slide it there first. 'Why would they make the space here so small?' He wondered, finding it a pointless design. The bed was soft to the touch, and gave a little as he crawled along it. He idly wondered if he should toss it or not, maybe getting more space. But as he thought of it, he felt tired. Daylight was something he was still unaccustomed to, he was a night dweller primarily. 'The door is closed.. window shut... Perhaps, a small rest for now.' He reasoned to himself, having nothing else to do in the interim. He needed the energy for the evening after all. Not bothering to change out of his clothes or go beneath the sheets, he would keep himself covered in his cloak and slowly drift off to sleep. ☪ Post count: 1 ✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄
Team: DOVE Location: Beacon - Room #7 - Team DOVE Company: Miserorum Mood: Chill Post: [45/100] Level: 1 Mission Points: 5
Oswald received new information about his new team. Going through the hall of the dormitory, he wasn't excited nor was he nervous. But he was curious if they were strong. Oswald love a good fight and doesn't like it when people holds him back. But he will have to deal with it knowing that they are his teammates now. He stopped to the room number '#7'. "This is the dorm room for my new team, huh." Oswald took out his key to the dormitory and casually opened the dorm casually and pushed the door open making a loud slam on the wall.
Oswald turned to the door not caring about the noise or anything else. He looked at the door to see how small it is and noticed four beds and one person sleeping. Normally a person would say, 'excuse me' or 'Sorry about the noise', anything along those lines. But for Oswald, "Damn." is what came out of his mouth and with a bit of a chuckle at the end.
Misery was having a relatively peaceful sleep. No dreams crossed his mind, no memories on repeat. Just a void of nothing, a time where he could cease to exist. A time where he did not have to deal with living. He was almost peaceful in this state, the only indication he was still living was the rise and fall of his chest...though even that was hard to notice with his cloak over him. However, the young moth would find his sleep disturbed. The door being unlocked did not disturb his slumber; no, it was when the door was slammed open that it alerted Misery to the presence of another. The moth would, acting on instinct, roll to the side and be stopped by the railing. He had, however, rolled enough to be on his back and be able to see at the least. While he didn't give himself much time to study the figure, he could clearly tell someone was in the room now. Frown on his face, he would roll over the railing and land in a crouch. While normally he would have sprung up and gone on the attack already, it being day along with just waking up left his reflexes a bit dull so his movement and timing was slower.
Blue-gold eyes would gaze at the intruder before him now that he was no longer trapped in the bed, one hand on the hilt of his katana. The eyes were filled with mistrust and annoyance, his speaking the word damn followed by a soft chuckle not reassuring the moth in anyway. Eyeing his potential opponent, Misery would note two things; one being that he had much more height than the moth, and the other that he was no butterfly. 'Though it is not surprising given this is a male. Butterfly men are weak, cowardly, and would never be seen outside of the protection of the females.' Misery reminded himself. Which, while that would be little reason for many, was enough for Misery not see the person as something to kill immediately. Rising to his full height now, still being shorter than the white haired human in front of him, he would let his eyes study him for a moment. To assess him and make sure he did not try to pull anything. "What is your name and purpose here?" He would ask simply, tone being cold. Either the man wanted him dead, was a member of the team, or had no business being in the room. He was in no mood for this, given it had disturbed his sleep, and wanted this settled quickly. While the person may not be entirely forthcoming or truthful, he had the name as a backup for one of the possibilities. If they gave the right name and reason, then they should be the right person. If any of those were wrong, then he had all the reason to suspect them of different intent. While butterflies were equally as isolated as moths, he knew not if they had managed to take some over to their cause already. His hand would remain on his katana for now, waiting to see if blood would be shed. ☪ Post count: 2 ✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄
A swift rush of excitement and some time later, Jeremiah and Diana had arrived at the front gates of Beacon Academy where the raven haired human male gazed upon the hollowed grounds with steel blue eyes shining bright with reverence. This was exactly what he had been working towards, and now that he was actually here his hopes burned brightly as he was determined to keep his promise to a long lost friend. There were some who looked to the two new hunters-in-training and whispered their thoughts to their own teammates next to them but Jeremiah was too caught up in admiring everything that he didn't notice; Even though most of them truly only noticed the rare butterfly faunus who was accompanying him.
While they had just arrived Jeremiah had suggested that they go check out their dorm room first. It only made sense once he began explaining why. After all they should have their own stuff on them and to drop it off in the safety of their own room would make walking around much easier. With his duffle bag full of stuff, a bag Jeremiah had in a locker at the subway station, a station they passed on the way to Beacon Academy, Jeremiah and Diana had arrived at their new home to be. With his eyes to the dorm room Jeremiah noticed it was already unlocked making it easier to enter and see two males already in the room. "Well hello everyone..." Just as Jeremiah finish saying hi he picked up on the slight tension in the air. His eyes noted a faunus with wings somewhat like Diana's resting his hand upon his sheathed katana but also noticed how the tall white haired human was somewhat lax, or at least not showing open worry, to the situation which made Jeremiah smile nervously and uncertainly. "Looks like this team is gonna be a lively one." Then came a true and slightly amused chuckle.
Taking a step forward both to allow more space for Diana, the butterfly faunus, and to assert himself a little into the situation the raven haired young man rub the back of his neck as he decided to speak up and hopefully redirect the attention to something they might all agree about. "I'm gonna go on a hunch, and guess you both are members of team Dove too right?" As his arm drop to something more confidently lax he though to took the moment to introduce himself to what would be his new teammates; Though it wasn't like the message sent to them giving them their assigned team also came with any photos of their fellow squadmates. "My name is Zachariah de La Vallière. It's nice to meet you guys. So, what can I call you two?" With his own swords sheathed while strapped to his side, and his duffle bag held by his left hand, Jeremiah kept a small but truthful smile on his lips yet his eyes stared steady and strong to the two males with hopeful cation of these two strangers.
Company:: Diana and two other males Clothing:: In picture Feeling:: Friendly but cautious Condition:: Healthy Location:: In the dorm room Card account:: 880.00$ Items:: Scroll,
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The butterfly faunus looked around with her bright purple gaze as they reached the Academy. She had never seen such a place, and it was so big! She looked up at Zach in order to gauge his reaction. Surely such buildings were not normal. Right??"It's beautiful,"Diana commented finally, glad to see the brightness in her human companion's eyes as well.Pay them no mind,She told herself, as the young faunus continued to look about, though she never strayed more than two yards from her new friend as they traveled through the school. Traversing the school's bigness, she nodded to his suggestion."Though I don't have much...it does make sense."Diana smiled kindly and would follow Zach where they needed to go.
She followed him first to the station; which she did not like since it blocked the sky. She would then follow him to the dorms.Such a strange place,She thought as she could not understand why there were multiple ways to get to Beacon. As her thoughts wandered, the petite butterfly would almost bump into her human companion. Luckily, she did not do so and instead only invaded his personal space until he opened what she guessed was their dorm room.
"Who are you talking to?"Diana asked, probably only a sweet feminine voice behind the young man.Oh! Our teammates must be here,She almost trilled from the excitement of meeting the rest of her team. Stepping around the slender young man as he gave her the room, she looked to the two before them. Tall and white haired, maybe human? And a...Her eyes widened slightly as she looked to the shorter of the two. He had wings! But he was no butterfly of her tribe...No, it was a Moth. Her first instinct was to step before Zachariah.How?...Why?...Oh dear.She was silent for a very long time during which, thankfully, her new friend talked, introducing himself. Her gaze, though carefully neutral, never left their possibly new teammate...Question was: Was this one an enemy or ally now?
Out Of Crystals!: If I need to edit, just please let me know. Posts Count: 15 Profile Location: In a sweets shop with Zack~! // Leaving for Beacon Outfit/Equipped: A light colored, long-sleeved dress that rests slightly off the shoulders and gently "V"-shape in the back that is covered mostly due to her hair, the skirt rests to just below her knees. Legs covered by white over-the-knee stockings, black flat Mary Jane shoes and a purple lace head band // Messenger bag with her things inside it // Weapons. Semblance Activation/Rest:
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2019 1:35 am
Team: DOVE Location: Beacon - Room #7 - Team DOVE Company: Miserorum, Diana, Jeremiah Mood: Smartass + Chill Post: [46/100] Level: 1 Mission Points: 5
Oswald has always done things his own way. Regardless of how it will effect him or others. Maybe was aggressive entering the dorm, but he couldn't really care about that at all. He realizes that he may have woken up someone who didn't want to be woken up. Most people would think or understand that it was rude and they would apologies. But this is Oswald and he isn't like most people. "Oswald with an 'O' and I'm in my dorm of my team; Team Dove. I'm sure you can do the math." A smarty comment made in response to someone that is requesting an apology is the closest thing they are ever going to get from him. And as soon as it was said another person shows up behind Oswald.
This person that entered seemed lively and entering the situation that a fight was about to go down, he made a humerus remark on the matter, 'Looks like this team is gonna be a lively one.' Not only jokingly comment from the situation but chuckled. Oswald in response had a small smile from this guys comment. Soon after, another person comes in the situation and undoubtedly another teammate.
"This is going to be fun." Oswald sarcastically said to the team.
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He had never heard that phrasing before, so in his mind he took it literally. 'Does this place have magic to raise the dead, such that there is chance one can be paired up with a non living member?' He wondered to himself, as that sounded like dark magic that should not be used. If it were true, this school may pose more of a threat than was thought. Especially if the butterflies were able to harness that power. 'But if the moths got to it first...we could bring back our leader.' He thought to himself, though he was curious and had to know. He just wasn't certain when was the best opportunity, or which question to ask first. He knew not if they were in a team, or to the man's purpose. He heard another voice behind him, female, making Misery wonder how many were coming here. If they were all part of the team, it would make sense with math. But he had no clue if they were. However all line of questioning ceased when he stepped forward...and allowed access to his companion. Immediately, for Miserorum at least, tension returned to the air. 'A butterfly!...' He was close to shoving the man out of the way and attacking with his katana when he noticed she finally took note of him, and stood in front of him defensively, though the look to her face was neutral. Misery stared hard at her for a long time, face neutral but eyes a mix of emotions. Anger, hate, confusion, disgust...even a slight fear, long buried in him. But all were at once and together, making it hard for any to be distinguished. He took a deep breath in, and released. 'Dying in battle matters not if it is pointless...and is unwise when I know not how many are her allies.' He thought to himself, one of the only reasons convincing him not to attack.
That, and she had the wrong wings. Hers was not the color or style of wing that he had a personal quarrel with. If it were...then the risk would be worth it. He would lose some of his tension for the moment, not noticing how tightly his hand had been gripping the hilt of his katana...or that he had partially drawn it. Once he did notice, he sheathed it slowly though without seeming to take much effort now. His eyes would become blank and emotionless. During this time, still noticed by him, the black haired human would speak. He had a particularly long, fanciful, name. Which made it sound important, though he wasn't sure quite how much or if that were true. And he would ask for their names in return, while asking if they were part of the team. Had the butterfly not been there, Misery may have answered as the man had confirmed himself to be a name on the list without having been asked. Which led a bit more credence to him, but with the butterfly so protective of him Misery was doubting if this man was to be trusted. He didn't notice his looks or his truthful smile, his focus being primarily on the butterfly. Which O at that moment chose to comment on things going to be fun. 'If his definition of fun is likely combat and betrayal, then yes.' Misery thought to himself, but chose not to speak it. Instead, his gaze would finally shift to the man...but the butterfly's defensiveness over him had left him un-trusting of the man. But it mattered little if he was in this team, they could single his name out on the list regardless. "I am Miserorum, the V in Dove." He would say, taking a bit from O's earlier introduction for his own. A dark smile would spread across his face as he thought of something, and decided to follow through. "That is the O of Dove. When you say this team is lively, is there such magic that the dead can be raised to life and serve on teams?" Misery would ask, expression more neutral but curious than moments ago. Purposefully ignoring the butterfly for now, and steering an introduction for her away. From what he heard butterflies were very vain creatures, and like this he would rob her the chance to even introduce herself. Since he could not openly confront her for the moment, and she hadn't ordered them to attack him yet, he figured she must not know whether O was on his side or not. Which meant for now, she had at most one ally. And he wanted to keep it that way. Despite trying to take attention away from her, he always kept one eye on her. 'You can never trust a butterfly.' Was his current thoughts. And that he would deal with her when the time arose.
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Out Of Cocoons: Let me know if I need to fix anything! (didn't go into too much detail on how everyone else looked because he was hyper focused xD)
He and Diana had happily entered what they thought to be their dorm, and luckily they found it. The only catch is that it would catch them off guard from what they both may had expected in their head. Of Zechariah he expected it to be like a little party with smiles all around and something like kumbaya, but the standoffish vibe of the room was luckily calming. Or so it seems for now. His butterfly companion has kindly asked who he was speaking to when she'd soon see for herself as Zechariah move to the side. The taller of them four simply gave a smile of entertainment and words which confirmed it for Zechariah. Fun could be a throw down to show off a little of their individual might but at this very time the first time leader was not wanting to do that. Especially not in their dorm room. They might get in trouble. Or even worst, charged for damages!
The other male already in the room had wings which were quite tore and slightly intimidating. Skulls adorned such deep violet wing but the thing was Zechariah felt a slight pain gazing upon proud wings. It was saddening to think that someone would have harmed his teammate in such a way, even if they were strangers and it happened in the past. An unsettling feeling came over Zechariah when he noticed the blue eyes with gold ringlet glare at Diana. The butterfly faunus took a stance in front of him, she defending Zechariah so gallantly, but he was worried about this sudden rivalry. What sparked this disagreement between strangers? Miserorum introduced himself, the V of the team, which provided some comfort and perhaps proved this tension was all a mistake.
At least Zechariah's earlier math turned out to be real; The tall one was indeed a member of this team.
"You're kidding, right?" Zechariah was thankful for the verification slipped from Miserorum's lips about Oswald but he the thought the question about raising the dead was a joke; A face of mixed confusion given to the question. But it wasn't until a few moments later that's after I realized that this was an honest; Zechariah's mind reminded that even the butterfly was curious about an item as common as the Scroll. "I mean, there might be a semblance out there in the world that can do that but from what I know there isn't anything that can bring back the dead. It would be a very handy semblance to have though." much like a video game that Zechariah remember of his youth, Miserorum's posed scenario had Zechariah imagining that if he fell in battle it would simply be brought back to life in the room; Or like in the video game a cathedral.
What the question started out Zachariah felt it was fine for him to ask his own questions now. "So, Diana & Miserorum, do you do you both already know each other? Correct me if I'm wrong but I sense a slight rivalry between you two." His bright eyes then aimed for Oswald as he asked him a question as well. "Can you feel it to, Oswald? bad blood early on won't serve our team very well."
Company:: Diana, Oswald and Miserorum Clothing:: In picture Feeling:: Friendly but cautious Condition:: Healthy Location:: In the dorm room Card account:: 880.00$ Items:: Scroll,
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Posted: Sat Oct 19, 2019 12:59 pm
The butterfly faunus listened quietly as the two in the room introduced themselves. Her violet eyes never leaving the winged boy...Miserorum as he spoke, except once to look at his wings better. Her usually neutral expression was replaced with a look of sadness for a split second before it was carefully returned to neutrality upon turning her gaze back on the moth. Diana had felt the slightest of sickness upon seeing the damaged wings."So that's it..."She thought, thinking about the rumors back home about tragedy. Both sides...neither side had a right to...She forced herself to focus. When Oswald introduced himself, she bowed her head in silent greeting.
Her thoughts were pulled from inner wandering when Zach spoke once again. As she looked to the moth male once more, she sighed softly, her hand that was once on the hilt of her hilt of her sword slowly let go of the sheathed weapon. Her new friend's question and confusion was understandable; since they were outsiders for the most part. She was silent for a little bit before thinking about it. This, for her, would be neutral ground...and whether it would be better to keep it to herself or not, she felt they could not go in blind...it wasn't fair for the humans involved.
"Not personally."Diana replied calmly before looking from Miserorum to Zach and back.They need to know,She told herself, confirming what she would say."Moths and butterflies have had bad blood for as long as I can remember,"Diana explained calmly, clasping her hands calmly before herself, before interlacing her fingers. Though she knew Zach was trying to make the mood light, she would feel like she was lying she didn't let them know what they were getting into.Well...here it goes. For better or for worse,She thought, it was too late to take it back now.
Out Of Crystals!: If I need to edit, just please let me know. Posts Count: 16 Profile Location: In Team DOVE's dorm room // Stare-down with a Moth. Outfit/Equipped: A light colored, long-sleeved dress that rests slightly off the shoulders and gently "V"-shape in the back that is covered mostly due to her hair, the skirt rests to just below her knees. Legs covered by white over-the-knee stockings, black flat Mary Jane shoes and a purple lace head band // Messenger bag with her things inside it // Weapons. Semblance Activation/Rest:
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Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2019 10:50 pm
Team: DOVE Location: Beacon - Room #7 - Team DOVE Company: Miserorum, Diana, Jeremiah Mood: Smartass + Chill Post: [47/100] Level: 1 Mission Points: 5
Oswald bowed after Diana lowered her head to him in silent greeting.
Oswald thought, "One is gloom, one is carefree, one is a jackass and one is innocent; and the only thing we all have in common is that we are dangerous." Oswald knows for a fact that the four members of Team Dove is a chemical reaction waiting to blow up; like a timebomb. Oswald will most certainly stick around for the boom. Oswald was listening to Miserorum as he was thinking that his teammate wasn't making any sense when he mentioned magic and dead can be raised and what not. "What the hell are yea saying? Make sense!" The jackass that he is, he thinks Mierorum is nuts.
Zechariah's response and the reaction are just too funny not to be amused. "Yup, this is going to be a lively team." he walked to an empty chair and relaxed on this tensed atmosphere. "Zech, if something happens , don't get in the middle of an incoming soon to fight."
"Soooo, you guys gonna beat each other to an inch of your lives?" Oswald commented after noticing Diana and Misery were bout' to go down.
✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ Strangely, both humans seemed confused by his question. One said he needed to make sense, but that was what he was trying to do in regards to what Z had said (not knowing which letter in the team he was). He could see little explanation in regards to his comment before besides the ones he was currently questioning the man of. But Z would ask him if he were kidding about what he said. 'This is no minor thing to jest about.' He thought to himself, even shaking his head in response to Z to show he was fully serious. The human seemed genuinely confused, which was confusing for the moth who was confused and trying to get answers so he would no longer be confused. Even just trying to think of the current situation was very confusing for the moth. Finally Z would answer that it may exist in semblances, something Misery had learned to be magic moths and others could use, but not outside of that it seemed. 'So is the magic of the world a different magic that is harnessed for things...that powers all these strange devices. It is both a pity and a relief that such magics cannot be controlled in such a way.' He reasoned to himself. If it were possible, the people here may be a greater threat than the butterflies.
Z would then ask if the moth and butterfly were familiar with one another, sensing a rivalry between the two of them. 'Close, but not quite.' He thought to himself. The relation between butterfly and moth was far more violent than a rivalry. It was more akin to a bloody hate, that would usually only end in death. Be it moth, butterfly, or both. Misery was not going to answer the human in regards to that question. The moth and butterfly war was to be kept between them, as it always had. Humans and others finding out may encourage them to intervene on one side, or feud against both to try and take the promised lands. Which, with how advanced this tribe seemed, he was not sure was a war that could be won. So naturally he wanted them to know nothing of the situation. In fact, he was planning on saying as much by answering his question literally. He did not know this particular butterfly. There would be no need to say any further than that. He was expecting much the same from the butterfly. They were masters of treachery, and could not be trusted for anything. Revealing the war and situation would give them no benefit, especially when he was here. Misery did not notice her momentary look of sadness when she saw his wings, despite keeping an eye on her. There was a lot going on all at once in the room. He did notice her hand leave from the hilt of her weapon, which was tempting for him despite his own relaxed grip. 'If I could guarantee I was fast enough...' He thought, though did not act on the thought.
Misery was not surprised when the butterfly said she did not know him personally. It was all he had been expecting her to say, and he was about to say much the same...till she continued speaking. She went on to mention the bad blood between moths and butterflies, and that it was at least as long as her life span. Misery's look darkened a bit. The two humans in the room were involved now thanks to the butterflies idiocy. Had they not been told, they could have gone on without investment or opinion on the matter. Now, they would choose sides or create their own and only add to the conflict. He expected the butterfly to be crafty, not...this. He saw her clasp her hands and interlock her fingers in front of her, making her an even more tempting target. She would not be able to draw her weapon quickly as such. And with Z's response, he thought less that she had converted him to her side...though he knew not else why she was protective of him. He had heard rumors, with how little men were seen from them, that the butterflies enslaved men to keep their tribe going. He would not be surprised if she was attempting to capture Z for the same reason.
He gave Z a brief look, as if sizing him up, then the butterfly. While to any it would look like he had no need to worry, Misery personally knew that it was deceptive. Especially after what had happened to him. And compared to a full on moth warrior... 'He will not survive her long.' He thought to himself. It was around then O seemed to comment more, agreeing it was going to be a lively team. Misery really didn't understand why that phrase was used so much, or what it even meant at this point. O would then walk away, out of sight for Misery, and tell Z not to get in the middle of a fight. 'So he seems to be the most perceptive one then.' He thought to himself, as he seemed to accurately read the situation. He would then ask if they were going to beat each other within an inch of their lives. Misery only shook his head. "If we fought, there is no guarantee it would stop there. Though whether or not one of our bloods stain the room depends on the butterfly." Misery would say calmly, and almost emotionless as his eyes were locked on the butterfly. His hand once again gripping his katana, ready to unsheathe it if need be. He knew not which outcome he preferred; her accepting the fight, or declining to. One led to a swift end for one of them, the other to a future confrontation. But he was no butterfly, and he knew his ability. If she attacked him unfairly, he would be justified in slaying her. If not, it would merely be a test of their skills. And he was being truthful when he said there was no guarantee they would stop short. From either of them. ☪ Post count: 4 ✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄
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The tense atmosphere was soon explained by Diana. Though it wasn't a detailed explanation it was enough to know what the issue was here. Diana gave away her defensive position which surprised Zechariah given that the butterfly was standing in front of her moth nemesis, yet he understood her. How innocent he's seen Diana's eyes shine at the oddities of her newly embarked adventure has told Zechariah much about her in the short amount of time he's known her. He felt she wasn't one to want violence and was why she made herself vulnerable. "It's noble what you're doing Diana, but maybe a little foolish." Oswald may have told Miserorum to make some sense, for his apparent misunderstanding of things, but it was Oswald who wasn't making sense right now. I mean, how could he be so calm when his team members might be throwing blows.
When asked about the severity of the duel the steel readied moth answered with honest forwardness. And it was an answer that didn't sit well with Zechariah. "I know you want them to air things out, Oswald, but I can't just hang back." Zechariah took a step between both the butterfly and the moth, and having his back to Diana the steel eyed swordsman with raven black hair stare earnestly at the brave Miserorum who stood confidently with weapon near hand. "No one's blood will be split here. While I may be an outsider to the issues between both your tribes I am a member of the same team you're a part of." With his arm slightly open as he stood his ground Zechariah was trying to show he wasn't a threat by not having a hand on his steel weapons while attempting has best at being neutral. "Whatever pride you might have please don't let it get in the way of achieving your goal. We all came here with a mission at heart, right? Let's not jeopardize that before we even get started. Can we all at least agree on that?"
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The butterfly faunus was quiet for a while after she had informed the room of such histories, brief an answer that it was. Her purple eyes looked from the young man that spoke first. Tilting her head slightly as he seemed amused by the thought of such a brawl."He is an odd human indeed."She thought, though she had to admit that she was slightly amused with O's chaotic nature.
The young woman's attentions were returned to the Moth male once he had spoken again. Her hands remained clasped before herself, a calm expression upon her features. Clearly, she showed no interested in a fight. Unlike others of her tribe, she was not as thirsty for enemy's blood."Keyword: If. I shall not raise my blade to you, since you are not a threat. But if you become one, I will,"Diana replied, meeting his eyes calmly, her tone said it wasn't a threat but a promise.
Then the kind-souled human she met tried to come in. She never broke eye contact with the moth though, even as Zach tried to be the neutral one at the party.How sweet, but I don't need this human getting hurt,She thought, appreciative of her new friend's attempts to break the tensions. It was only when he had his back to her that hers and the moth's eye contact was broken."You are right about having a goal..."Diana replied softly.Well, this will be interesting...Oh! what's in there?!She thought, then in true butterfly fashion she was distracted."...What's that room,"Diana inquired softly, before flying away to a room with shiny knobs and the like.
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Things were getting interesting and Oswald was enjoying the show. To him, you can't beat entertainment like this. In his head, He can see it right now, that Miserorum and Diana attacking each other, leaving the dorm a huge battleground and Oswald has front row seats to this Main Event. He started smiling how awesome it would be. Picturing scenarios of each move, even though he doesn't know how they fight; he knows enough that it would be awesome.
Oswald turns to Zechariah and listened to his response to the situation. "I know you want them to air things out, Oswald, but I can't just hang back." Oswald for a second had a confused face. Stop the fight? that was the opposite of what he wants. "Air things out? can't just gang back? AS IF, you can't beat entertainment like this." He said with a huge grin on his face. "Zech, I say let them fight, release some steam." he chuckled with excitement on what was to come.
But, Zech did something Oswald expected after meeting him. First impressions are important and his kind nature wouldn't allow this fight to happen. "Zech, why are you doing this"
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