[Ryukai]

MISTRAL OUTSKIRTS
1000 HOURS
16TH SEPTEMBER, 25 AV

ENEMY: UNKNOWN

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This would not be the first time that Huntsman trainees would be requested to help out with city matters, and it certainly would not be the last. Months ago, when the Argus Limited had been restored in a mission by Huntsmen trainees that had seen news of their capability splashed across every news outlet in Argus, and, indeed, to some Scrolls beyond even that, others had held a gate not too far from here from the relentless advance of Grimm testing the defenses of the city as the attention of its usual defenders were directed elsewhere. That mission was not quite as successful, and certainly nowhere near anywhere as highly broadcast. In fact, other than the students who had guarded the wall themselves, the faculty members who had approved their presence, and the members of the militia who had answered the distress call in the nick of time, few others knew what had transpired there.

Perhaps that was for the best. The life of a Huntsman or Huntress was not always one that was met with success, or even recognition. There were many who struggled through each day to be met with nothing but failure and sorrow, doing their best and yet never managing to do what was expected of them and what they expected of themselves. Some shouldered the burden and soldiered on. Some left to pursue less stressful walks of life. And some let themselves fall, to become no better than the bandits and raiders that profited at the expense of others.

For every mission that could be spun as a resounding success and an inspiration to the masses, there were hundreds, even thousands of operations that went unnoticed unless one even cared to look - operations that saw more casualties than were acceptable, operations that saw the objective completed at the cost of all the lives that went on it, and operations that failed in every aspect. It was a grim reality that being a Huntsman or Huntress often meant being subjected to the worst jobs in order to protect humanity, and perhaps it was better that students were exposed to that reality now rather than later.

With the elimination of the bandits that had once sieged the city, and now that the supply lines to and from Mistral had begun to clear up, especially with the Argus Limited in operation, the Council had finally turned its eye to securing their walls and expanding the city. It would not be quick, and it would not be easy, but it was clear that Mistral would not be standing still or allow itself to be forced on the defensive again if it could help it. To that end, a number of contractors had been enlisted to help remove the forest surrounding the walls and clear the way for further developments later on. Team Twelve, as the motley band of volunteer students had been denoted for this session, was just one of the many support groups that had been sent out to support said contractors, though all groups were spaced out around the circumference of the city enough that they would not meet, barring extreme circumstances far outside the norm.

The work force today consisted of a small number of four operators and one foreman, who would use their machinery to focus on clearing the forest as they had done for the past few days. More than a hundred meters of already cleared land stood between them and Mistral's walls, a testament to the operators' hard work. Logs that had already been felled were transported by truck to the city proper, but due to the lack of processing facilities in Mistral itself, those logs would be packed on to the Argus Limited and shipped to places from Argus where they could be stored, aged, and processed - and on its return trip, the train would bring the concrete, stone, and metal that the city would need to expand their infrastructure.

The schedule was fair, at least. Work started at 10 am in the morning, and lasted until evening, whereupon everyone would return to the city before night fell. Students were provided with a minibus that would take them from Haven's dormitories to the gates of the city at 9 am, which would double back for them at 6 pm in the evening. Missing the bus meant making your own way all the way up to Haven by yourself through the winding streets of Mistral, and after a long day it would probably be safe to say that that would not be a desire possessed by anyone on Team Twelve. Lunch would be provided, but students were also encouraged to bring extra water, snacks, and batteries or portable chargers for their Scrolls, as there would be no way of charging them until they got back into the city proper.

The foreman for this region was a thickset man of average height who looked to be in his early forties, the creases between his brows set deeply enough to be noticeable from a good distance away. His red hair was faded and greying at the temples, but he smiled wide beneath his beard and his handshake was firm, if anyone should choose to take it. He introduced himself as Gelb Nettle, and waved forward his crew to introduce themselves in turn.

Taka Loam was a haggard looking woman in her early thirties with noticeable bags beneath her eyes who drove the first harvester, who offered a wan smile and a light wave but little else. Bilge Furrow, a tall blonde fellow with a stunning handlebar mustache, drove the other, tipping a large, wide brimmed hat when introduced. Tuna Glaw, a balding man with stubble dusting his chops and a curt nod, who handled the forwarder - and a young man named Finn, not too much older than the students themselves, who would drive the loader into Mistral and unload the logs before returning with an empty trailer to load the next batch.

The main plan was laid out to the students, as well as a map of the surrounding area. To their rear was Mistral, more than a hundred meters away with already cleared land between them. A small prefabricated dull green metal building that everyone used to store their belongings had cots for them to rest in as well as a mini fridge that held their lunches and any snacks the students might have brought. A pair of portable restrooms sat quietly beside the larger building, blue plastic casings with white trim. Ahead of them was the forest, and to their right was the road that led to the gates of the city.

While Taka and Bilge handled trimming the treeline, as they succinctly put it, Tuna and Gelb would handle moving the fallen logs from the area and putting them into the lumber pile. Gelb, in particular, would be moving around the area on foot while recording problematic areas or areas otherwise of interest for the duration of the work process. There were no limitations to how the students were to deploy, but like Gelb, they would be doing so on foot. It would be up to the students how they wished to handle the situation, and how they wanted to split the shifts so that some of them could rest while the others kept watch.

The workers would do their jobs. How successful they would be today, and whether they came home alive in the event of anything untoward happening today - all of that now rested on how well the students did theirs.

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MADE BY MIZO

[Lily Finnian]

Lily spilled out of the minibus looking quite green around the gills. She had spent the majority of the ride sitting on the floor of the bus tightly clutching her survival bag stuffed full, mostly of rope and twine, but she had brought other essentials for forest survival along with her as well. After they arrived, Lily flopped onto the ground and relished in the sensation of immobility. She lay there for an agonizing amount of time, her bag clutched against her chest, proud to have come out the victor against her nausea, and thankful she had forgone her morning meal.

Once the dizziness and nausea induced by that terribly bumpy bus had passed, she wobbled to her feet. She had listened to the introductions while she had been down, and her first order of business would be to confer with the clearing team. She quickly made her way to Taka and Bilge, map in hand and heavy pack slung over her shoulder. Each step she took towards them announced her pressence with the jingling of bells muffled within her pack. When she reached them she bowed curtly, and then preceded with her sales pitch so to speak.

"If you would be so kind, please mark the map here with the progress you hope to accomplish day by day if circumstances are optimal. It is my intention to set up a series of alarm traps beyond that perimeter to alert us in the event that the grimm get past our scouts without notice.

She figured by leveraging her wilderness survival skills in this way, she would be able to help the team more than just as a mobile scout. During the daylight hours she could set traps, and at evening she could take watch from the trees leveraging her biological night vision to her advantage. Sleeping in the morning was likely her best bet for rest. She suddenly realized this was all stuff she should convey to her teammates, and she belatedly looked around to figure out who all had accompanied her. She saw that Ryan and Jack were her from her class, but she didn't recognize either of the other two. She wished she'd possessed the fortitude to endure that bus ride more capably, as it would have been an excellent opportunity to get to know them a little better, and was already blushing at the fact that her first interaction with them had come in the form of her clutching her bag against her chest while trying not to vomit on a questionably sanitary bus floor. Or at least, she assumed it had been. She'd spent the entire ride completely disconnected from everything and everyone and couldn't be certain they had arrived with her. She glanced back one more time at the other students, deciding she could apoligize for her behavior after getting the mission critical information from these workmen.

[Jack Dawson Jr.]

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Scorpion sting, I don't wanna

bleed

tell me that I'm not

lost

Team Twelve, eh?

That was the team he had been assigned to for this mission. His very first mission, as a matter of fact. Butterflies whirled through his stomach, which clenched up at the thought of the whole ordeal. It wasn't even a mission to be worried about- they would be assisting with some work being done at the outskirts of Mistral, helping a construction crew put up defenses, as their security detail. It was that 'combat' part of his job description, which Doctor Haragitinai was always beating (sometimes literally) into his head. He hoped there wouldn't be much need for security, though- he wasn't entirely confident in his usefulness in the field yet, but as the minibus rolled on, he looked down at his sword and shield, marveling briefly at just how anachronistic they seemed, with all of his classmates' weapons. His were time-battered antiques, and notably lacked a ranged function, whereas everyone else, a few exceptions aside, seemed to be carrying much higher tech gear.

He glanced around the minibus, curiously. A few people, he recognized, and had greeted with friendly gestures as they had all loaded up for the drive to the work site. Ryan was there, which was a bit of a relief to Jack- he wasn't the only one with an old-school weapon on board. And Lily was there as well, being quiet, as seemed to often be the case for her, when surrounded by people. He hadn't actually seen her weapon in action much, but from what he'd seen of it in classes, it seemed to be a pretty cool claw-like thing. The other two, he was much less familiar with- the pink-haired girl, he had definitely seen around the Wind District from time to time, riding her skateboard, but he hadn't interacted with her much at all, and he recognized the dark-haired, shorter, guy as a friend of that weird redhead that hung out at the restaurant a lot. Cramin, or something. He was pretty sure both of them were in the Red Class.

He gave them a friendly wave when they had all loaded up as well. No sense being anything less than friendly, after all- they'd be spending the day together.

The minibus finally came to a halt, and he reached for his bag as everyone started climbing out. He'd made sure to pack a few extra first aid kits, in case anybody had forgotten to bring one, and of course, the main compartment of his bag was effectively a mobile emergency room- all manner of medical supplies, just in case they were needed. It was always best to overprepare and not need them than need them, and be underprepared.

And of course, being a cook, and the son of a pair of chefs, a sidepouch on his bag was filled with small hummus wraps, topped with light vegetables, like shredded lettuce, olives, and wispy thin-sliced onions. Simple, but tasty, and they weren't too likely to spoil in the heat. He was chosen for the Green Class for his skill as a support role; might as well play the part, right?

He followed closely behind as Lily departed the bus first, heading for a few of the workers. He spotted the foreman, or at least, the man he assumed to be the foreman, pretty easily, and split off from her a little ways to meet the burly man, who introduced himself as Gelb Nettle. "Nice to m-meet you, Mr. Nettle. I'm Jack Dawson Jr., and we're the uh, Haven Academy students sent to h-help you guys out today." He accepted the man's handshake with a firmness that contrasted his frail build and his stutter. He definitely had the hands of a construction worker, that much was apparent- heavy, coarse with callouses, and noticeably strong. Jack couldn't help but feel a little underwhelming, next to him- he was built like a toothpick, and it was his first day in the field, proper.

But he was ready to work, and ready to work hard. "I um. I reckon you know your work site uh, better than we do- are there any points a-along the perimeter that require special attention, Mr. Nettle? Any spots where Grimm have come through since you've started t-this job?" That was his priority- it seemed as though Lily was planning on setting some traps, so he would try to position himself where he could scout any approaching enemies- wings helped with that a good bit, for sure.

Seemed like they were in for a long day's work.

@pe Bois ● WC: 766 ● TWC: 766 ● jacc with the snaccs and the med paccs

MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0

[Alexandros Skouriá]

This was to be Alexandros' first real effort as a huntsman. The mission, such as it was, sounded rather straightforward, and required little more in the way of preparation than supplies like ammunition and lunch. He had readied up for the day's work by fixing a fairly substantial ammo pouch to his left leg, strapped in place along the belt which kept a holster on his right side.

On paper, the objective seemed simple enough; the student collective, known as 'team twelve' for the purpose and duration of their mission beginning on the 16th of September, were to assist workers just outside the city limits with their task to extend the barriers and -- ultimately -- effective territory of the kingdom's capital. It would definitely take a long while to do, but time was largely on their side, with more of a threat coming from the possibility of Grimm getting cocky and approaching, or through human-error or accidents. The young Skouriá, far from an expert in the subject of operating heavy loading-and-moving equipment under such circumstances, could only hope the people involved would be skilled enough to complete the task efficiently and lucky enough to get through without a hitch. Mistral wasn't getting any smaller, after all, meaning the work would have to happen sooner rather than later.
Team Twelve. Cool.

Alexandros ran through some quick mental notes for the other participating trainees:
Ryan was probably the one he knew best of the other four students due to their rather bizarre -- yet, well, memorable -- encounter during the initiation examination. He was a tower of a man armed with a rather standard cruciform sword, with an unexpected ability to move at tremendously high speeds through his Semblance. While it was hard to gauge any real sense of effectiveness the young man held, Alex was at least half-certain he could hold himself together much better than in the forest.
Then came... Nasrin, that was it; she was the only other one in the group to be in Van Sange's class at the academy, and likely to be the one he would spend any sort of time with outside the scope of these delegated missions. He still didn't really know her, of course, but she was a step up above nothing at all. The boy recalled she had something of an attitude from their introductory homeroom class, and it was perfectly clear that she wore at least some of her personality with pride on her sleeve -- sleeve, singular, the black-haired brawler found himself thinking.
The other two were complete unknowns, really; Jake, or John, or Jack, or whatever his name was, would slot into a theoretical third place of familiarity, but even that hinged entirely on vague memories which were a fair few weeks old. The crow faunus was the son of 'Pops' from that restaurant which he and Carmim had met at a little while ago, and went to no effort whatsoever to hide his weaponry of choice: a large, curved blade and small shield. Wings protruding from the young man's back suggested some degree of heightened mobility, but to try and suggest or estimate anything further would fall entirely upon guesswork.
Last of all was another faunus -- this time, a cat. She was nothing short of an absolute enigma to Alexandros, who had no information to pull from whatsoever. Likely another close-range hunter if the great big claw-looking things worn on each arm were anything to go by.

There were some immediate... well, maybe not problems- 'weaker points' to be seen in Team Twelve. Ryan and 'J' would be able to use movement to their advantage in any sort of emergency situation, covering distances much more easily than any of the others, and bringing swords with them to meet danger of a lethal persuasion. Nasrin and mystery-girl were both great big question marks, but the boy's intuition told him that they would certainly perform best against a threat when right up close. That left Alex as the sole choice to work at any kind of medium or long range should the Creatures of Grimm arrive, and the thought of it made him just a little bit uneasy. He knew how to lay on the punishment with Thrash, sure, but it wasn't built for continued suppressing and supporting fire; the revolver was only chambered for four shots, and it wasn't always the most reliable thing to handle without a certain degree of care. Still, it would make things interesting by keeping the boy away from his comfort zone. After all, a huntsman or huntress didn't get to decide when they were needed, the world made that choice for them.

With nothing else to do, the boy departed from the bus behind the others, and glanced around the area with a hand resting above the pouch on his left hip. The two faunus students were the most proactive of the group of five, with the girl procuring a pamphlet or map of some description as she went. Alex gave a quick and largely ineffectual wave as he approached the foreman, taking Mr. Nettle up on his offer for a firm handshake -- though not before slipping off the plated glove on his right hand and then back on again once the deed was done.
"I'm Alexandros. It's a pleasure to working alongside you," the boy said with a smile, "you tell me where you need me, and I'll be there."

Alex shot a quick look out over and behind one of the man's rather broad shoulders, to where the feline student had wandered off with her map, and excused himself with a quick and quiet 'thank you' and a small nod of the head.
"Hey!" he called out, offering a much more enthusiastic wave and catching up to the would-be huntress and two other workers. "I, uhm, don't think we've properly met before today, so... well, I'm Alex; nice to meet you."

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This was finally it. No matter what future missions could offer for him, or what the past had shown him. Today, in this mission, Ryan had to prove to himself that he was indeed worthy to call himself a Hunstman trainee. Today, there was no room for mistakes from his part. Not with innocent lives hanging on his, and Team Twelve, ability to protect the work site for it to go flawlessly. After all, no matter how skilled the construction team where, they wouldn't advance even a millimeter if Grimm attacked them, which would not end up being something... healthy for them.

Throwing those possibilities into the farthest part of his mind, Ryan started to check his gear for the eleventh time during the minibus ride. His sword was still sitting in the seat next to him. One of the two leather pouches he had sewed into his belt was filled with two full 30-round mags for Uzi, making him have 3 magazines in total due to the one already loaded in the gun, while the other was full with loose ammo to refill said mags. Besides that, he had a medium-sized duffel bag where he was carrying equipment to maintain his sword's blade alongside several MREs and bottled water.

Before he could try to re-check it for the twelfth time, he finally took his time to see with who else he was going to do this mission. Yes, shame on him, he had no idea. He had been far more focused on other things to bother to do social stuff. From his vantage point in the back of the bus, he did a quick check. The first one he immediately recognized was Jack, his Faunus friend, which brought a sense of relief to Ryan since with Jr in the same team as he meant that he wouldn't be stuck with strangers all day. Then he saw Alexander, the guy who had saved his life in the Midterms. Though he hadn't met with him after that besides a fortuitous encounter on the training grounds after Ryan bought Uzi.

Afterward, there was Lily, a cat Faunus he met in the library but Ryan couldn't really say he knew anything of her beside her name. As the only thing they exchanged after the first meeting were greeting nods each time Ryan saw her in the library. And then, it came the unknown. A pink-haired girl that Ryan had seen once or twice in school. Besides that she was in Red class Ryan knew absolutely nothing for her. Well, not that he really cared anyways.

After the bus stopped to a halt, Ryan stepped of it after Lily, Jr, and Alex did the same. Following Jack closely behind, Ryan strapped Aarden to his right hip, Uzi to the left one and threw the duffel bag across his back as he approached the foreman alongside Jack. Accepting the handshake after Jr did the same, Ryan stayed silent as Jack asked the foreman about the perimeter status. There was a reason why he had followed the Faunus, after all. With those wings of him, he could indeed fly, something that really took Ryan for a surprise the first time he learned of it. And, although the distance he could fly wasn't that amazing, it was still useful for scouting. And Ryan was sure -well, hoped- that that was what Jr would do. Because problems would surely arise if Ryan was the only scouter. A task he was well suited to do thanks to his Semblance, which would allow him to cover more ground quicker than the rest of the team.

Well, right now he could only hope for him to not be the only one in the task. But if he ended up being it, he couldn't do anything else other than adapt to the situation.

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[Nasrin Golbahar]

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Nasrin had wanted to miss the bus that morning, and she had nearly slept in to do just that before realising that it was probably a bad idea to be late to her first sorta real hunter mission. So in the end she had woken up and gotten ready as was her usual, though this time she packed a small bag with water, food, and a few other essentials like a portable charger for her scroll and some spray paint just in case. If she had known who all was coming on the trip in advance and what they tended to be like, Nasrin may have packed even lighter to avoid the trouble of lugging all the stuff around all day, but unfortunately she hadn’t even bothered to look at who else had signed up. A mistake, maybe, but one born of laziness equal to the laziness that prompted her desire to carry less stuff. [Break] [Break]

The minibus, true to its name, was crowded even with just the five of them inside. And Nasrin recognized nobody. There were two faunus which was a pleasant surprise given how few of those seemed to live in Mistral, and an even smaller portion of that actually attended Haven so having two in one place was a small miracle all in itself. Less fortunate however was that one of them spent the entire ride sitting on the floor of the bus and clutching her bag in an attempt to stop herself from throwing up, given how sick she looked. Did faunus really ride in vehicles so little? It felt like being this sick in one of the many methods of quick transport in the world would pose some difficulty if she wanted to stick with the path she had chosen, but it wasn’t really Nasrin’s place to judge. Yet. [Break]
Next was the other faunus that she had probably seen once or twice around campus given the rather obvious wings on his back, but had never actually bothered to talk to him or get his name. He seemed friendly, overly so, as he waved to each person that came on the bus. He didn’t bother to introduce himself though, which was annoying, but Nasrin wasn’t about to go around getting to know these people till she’d seen them in action either, so she couldn’t judge him too heavily. [Break]
Next was someone from her class, Alex or someshit. He had an old ass gun strapped to him, the kind that looked so out of repair that a stiff breeze could cause it to shatter which wasn’t exactly inspiring confidence in his abilities. He was unremarkable otherwise, and Nasrin certainly hadn’t been paying enough attention in the introduction class to actually remember anything he had said. [Break]
And finally was another student Nasrin didn’t recognize. He wasn’t remarkable at all really, tall and lanky and built like a plastic straw. He was checking a weapon rather obsessively, over and over again Nasrin could hear the click of the parts as he looked them over during the ride down. She was immediately thankful she’d brought headphones. He did look up to survey the others at one point, which Nasrin made sure she looked down to avoid any eye contact with the other student. Conversation was for later, music was for now. [Break] [Break]

For the entirety of the ride down, Nasrin laid across two seats with her legs crossing over the aisle of the bus to rest on an empty seat while the rest of her covered the entirety of her own spot on the bus. She put headphones on, bright pink things covered in splotches of a slightly darker pink paint that had gotten on them at some point. Some were recent, others looked to be flaking off even as Nasrin moved around and were likely from ages ago depending on how old the headphones themselves were. [Break]
They were quite old, but still functioned well enough to block out the sounds of the bus with punk rock music that leaked slightly from Nasrin’s ears and spread to the other people in the bus, allowing them to get small snippets of what she listened to as they drove down to their destination for the day. [Break] [Break]

The others all seemed rather eager and hopped off the bus right as they pulled up to a stop. Nasrin waited a little longer, taking her sweet time to put away her headphones and gather up Rascal and her backpack. Then she followed the others out and towards a group of workers that had probably either introduced themselves already or been noted in some sort of mission briefing that Nasrin hadn’t read. Most of the other wannabe hunters here seemed try-hard enough that Nasrin didn’t really need to know what was going on as long as she killed grimm and stopped the others with her from suffering some gruesome fate or another. And so, Nasrin held back from the other students and only offered a brief raised hand as a greeting to the workers as the spoke to her teammates. [Break] [Break]

Nasrin did remain in earshot, just to get a vague idea of what the fuck the plan was and where she’d be expected to go by the rest of her team in advance, but apart from that she only paid half attention to the conversation as she looked around the area. The workers had done well, and likely hadn’t got paid nearly enough for their successes. This shit was dangerous for them and for the city, but here they were, relying on students from Haven to protect them rather than trained hunters as they single-handedly expanded the borders of Mistral. She’d laugh if it didn’t sound so stupid. Hopefully this wouldn’t be too difficult, if anything larger than an Alpha came by Nasrin had doubts this group would be able to handle it… If only Heidi was here.

Aura: 100% [break][break]

Semblance E, Rascal Light F, Agility F, Durability D, Melee Accuracy E, Speed F, Graffiti F, Mechanics F [break][break]

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[Ryukai]

MISTRAL OUTSKIRTS
1030 HOURS
16TH SEPTEMBER, 25 AV

ENEMY: UNKNOWN

❝

After the handshakes had concluded with the two that had taken him up on the offer, Gelb adjusted his bright yellow helmet and drummed his stylus thoughtfully on his large Scroll while he mulled over Jack's question for a few moments before answering. It seemed that this region of Mistral's outskirts, and several others besides were significantly less Grimm infested when compared to the areas with more human traffic, such as the main gates used to enter the city proper and the heavily guarded perimeters near the Argus Limited's docking stations, as opposed to the smaller gate this side route led to. Hence, most of the action they had seen up until this point were scattered Beowolf packs and the occasional Boarbatusk, both of which had been easily taken care of by the other student groups that had come before Team Twelve thus far.

While that was going down, Taka and Bilge were discussing with Lilian about the traps she intended to set up. Realistically, due to the nature of their work and the trees that had grown thick and close together, as well as the variable nature of the forest undergrowth that at times needed to be cleared before they could get through, they weren't given quotas that needed to be fulfilled by any specific dates. However, judging from how fast progress had been made in the time since beginning their work, Bilge estimated that they would clear the area approximately twenty by a hundred and fifty meters along the edge of the woods by the end of the day when evening was starting to fall - with the balding man adding that such an estimation was assuming that they could clear the underbrush quickly and didn't run into any Grimm that could damage the machines enough for progress to stop for the day while they got repairs done and called out their mechanics.

The longer stretch of the area would be facing towards the group and Mistral, since penetrating too deep into the woods would be exceedingly dangerous and leave no room for them to maneuver if and when they encountered any Grimm. The way Taka put it, they would be "shaving" away sections of the forest's length until they cut it down to size, keeping the maximum amount of space possible available to them for the students covering them to have clear lines of sight to fire on any Grimm that would come out of the woods - or, failing that, for them to retreat to Mistral's manned walls of safety. It was clear that Gelb put a lot of work into ensuring that his workers were as safe as they could possibly be given the circumstances.

However the students would choose to divvy up shifts was up to them, as well as the method of their deployment. The information had been given to them, and it was time to see if they'd retained the lessons they had been taught - or, failing that, the capacity and capability to work together with the others of their team and outsiders in an unfamiliar location. All of these were important skills for aspiring Huntsmen and Huntresses, and it would soon become clear why.

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Gelb replied to his question easily enough, after a moment or two of careful thought. The area they would be working in wasn't known for too much Grimm activity, although on a job site like this, the stray Grimm encounter wasn't unavoidable. As he said, though, they were mostly smaller, weaker, Grimm. That still didn't fill Jack with much confidence- he was a miserable fighter, despite his best efforts, if only because he lacked formal training before coming to Haven. A strong enough Beowolf, alone, could overpower him with little effort. Fortunately, he reminded himself, as he glanced around at his teammates:

He wasn't alone.

At any rate, he marked the spots on his map where the foreman said Grimm had been sighted before; Grimm are mindless, and tend to follow the same sorts of strategies, if they could even be called that. Therefore, it made sense that if the job site was attacked, it might be from one of the spots where Grimm had already attacked, in the past. A fair assumption, if ever there was one.

"R-right. T-thank you, um, s-sir." He nodded in gratitude, with a small smile, before turning to Ryan, the person closest to him. And whoever else was nearby, if anyone came over to where they were standing. "I can um. Take p-point along these areas I've m-marked here on my map, if that's okay with you. I c-can get a good vantage from the uh, from the air, so if anything comes our way, I'll see it coming i-in advance." Unless anyone had any objections, the corvid faunus would then give a great beat of his wings, lifting himself off of the ground. A few further beats, and he was airborne, flying off towards one of the spots he had marked at a fairly low altitude of about five or six meters in the air.

From there, he'd fly around, patrolling his chosen points of interest, keeping a keen eye out for Grimm.

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