[Slate Seraphine]

War upon stone and it grows weaker.
War upon man and he grows stronger.

Which shall your wall be built of?

❝

Mistral was so far away from Shirohoshi that it really wasn't at all funny. It had taken the wolf Faunus the better part of a year hitching rides and bribing her way across Anima to come close, and when that didn't work, she walked. Across the torrential downpours of spring, the sweltering heat of summer, and the chilly winds of autumn, across road after road, over fields and through forests and mountain passes galore. People said travelling broadened one's mind, but really, all that so much walking had done was to give her blisters on her feet. It was like working for the White Fang again, except instead of being hunched over for long hours in the cramped confines of a tiny ass delivery truck bringing boring packages she couldn't even poke her nose into to people she really couldn't give a fuck about day after day until her back hurt, she was busting her ass trekking across every single god forsaken landscape known to man with only a text message on a Scroll to keep her going and nothing to show for it.

Hell, at least all that trekking should have gotten her body to lose some weight, right? In a fair and just world, that should have been the case, but not for ya girl Slate, no. Fuck no, that would make sense, and they couldn't have that, could they? Not when her body could apparently generate fat from thin air even while her stomach had shrunk to the size of a walnut from eating nothing but the measliest of meals every day while hiking across Anima. As if being a Faunus in human territory wasn't enough, she was a walking freak of nature too. So what if she binged on beer and burgers whenever she got back to civilization? It wasn't like Sunkissed Sandwiches delivered to the ass end of nowhere, in fuckoffsvile. Was she just supposed to fucking starve before her body decided that hey, maybe lugging all that weight around wasn't the best idea?

And the weather! Fucking awful, was what it was. Cold enough to make her shiver whenever she pulled her cloak off, but not cold enough to keep her from sweating while she was travelling. Can't take the cloak off. Can't keep it on. The fuck is a girl supposed to do in this kind of situation?

She missed staying in Shirohoshi so, so god damn much - it was a longass boat ride back to Menagerie, but at least the option to visit her family was there if she ever felt the urge to, and as a coastal city the summers were cool and the winters were warm enough that she didn't need to wear anything more than her usual gear if she was just making a round trip to the grocery store and back. Or the bar.

God, she missed that bar.

Just thinking about it made her moody. She'd given up a good gig, dropped everything to come here, left her drinking buddies behind, and was here now, stinking of unwashed fur and with her feet aching and with her throat dry and her stomach empty. Hungry and tired and fresh from arguing with the border patrol about whatever the fuck a Passed Port was and why her lack of it was any problem, the wolf Faunus had also been delayed enough that evening was already ending and night was starting to fall. She needed to find an inn where she could sleep tonight, and fast, unless she settled for some back alley where it wasn't too damp and the ground was easy to sleep on.

So it was that when she bumped into a certain pink haired girl coming out of a side alley, her tired feet nearly had her planting her face into the stone beneath her boots before she caught herself on a nearby wall. Even so, her rucksack slipped off her shoulder and smacked into the ground, earning a muttered curse before she hefted it up back over her shoulder. In doing so, however, the wallet that had fallen out of her back pocket went unnoticed, and she started on her way again, calling out a "Mi scusi," over her shoulder as she went.

After going through all that, she'd be damned if she collapsed tonight on anything less than a mattress.

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Night time in the lower parts of Mistral was simultaneously the best, most entertaining time to be walking around and the most dangerous. On the one hand, it was bright thanks to the plethora of neon signs and night time stalls spread out along the paths and roads, and had the benefit of an extremely lively and active night life that Nasrin loved more than almost anything else in the ground district. On the other habd, however, night was the time most of the less savory aspects of society came out of their holes to do business and generally make a fucking mess of things until the sun came up and they slunk away again. Nasrin knew first hand what the dangerous parts of the night life were as once upon a time she'd been among the people creating the danger and fostering it's spread and growth, which thankfully also meant she knew how to avoid it. Which alleys to take and which ones were full of gangs, which roads to walk and which street stalls were fronts for other businesses. Sure, things had probably changed in the time she'd been out of the business,but enough stayed the same that Nasrin remained confident in her safety in the ground district regardless of the hour. [Break][break]

Nasrin has little in the way of money but decided if she would spend it anywhere she'd spend it in the ground district. Things were cheaper here, and honestly the people deserved the money more than the cloudheads and their minions. Plus she needed makeup and some more hair dye and she had a specific person to get them from down here that didn't sell anything they had in the other districts. It was all home made stuff, which for Nasrin was exactly the kind of thing she wanted to support. [Break]
Knowing the shortcuts down here helped too, made the whole place seem so much smaller than the upper districts despite the fact that it was probably double the size or more. But up there you had to follow paths and people got upset if you drove over their lawns or whatever the fuck. That wasn't an issue in the ground district, and Nasrin took full advantage of it every time she came here.[break][break]

Things never went exactly as planned for Nasrin though. Every time she had come down here since starting at Haven she'd been interrupted by various things. Qiu'li once, Sol blowing up her favorite bar another time. And this night would be little different as Nasrin emerged from one of her many shortcuts and slammed face first into the tallest wet dog she'd ever seen in her life. [Break]
Only it wasn't a dog, despite smelling exactly like one it was a faunus, a wolf faunus by the glimpse of the tail she had that could be seen when she leaned over to gather the things that had fallen as a result of the collision. The woman would actually be pretty attractive if she didn't smell like a dog that has gone swimming once and then never had it's owners bother to bathe it afterwards. And her accent, or language? Was next to impossible for Nasrin to place. She'd never heard it before as far as she knew, though there was some faint recognition there, probably from one of the faunus rights protests she'd been to. [Break]
Just as fast as they'd made contact, the faunus walked off down the street. Nasrin couldn't quite tell if she knew where she was going, but judging by her smell and her bags she figured this was a new arrival to Mistral who was absolutely going to get herself hurt down in the ground district before she found whatever she was looking for. [Break][break]

Nasrin was, in short, a softie for faunus. Especially new ones, so she had fully intended to follow this woman even before she noticed the forgotten wallet on the stones just outside the alley. The punkette snapped up the lost wallet and hopped onto rascal to catch up to the faunus before she vanished down some side route or another. [Break]
Rascal was easily quicker than a walking faunus, and in no time Nasrin was floating alongside her and holding out the wallet with a wide smile. [Break]
”Don't think you wanna lose this, yeah? You new to Mistral? Not every day I see a new faunus around here, especially one who needs a bath as bad as you do." It seemed as though she meant it as just a matter of fact rather than any sort of insult, though whether it was taken that way or not was another matter entirely. Still, bit skipping a beat Nasrin hopped off of Rascal and flipped it up under her stump as she moved in front of the faunus to catch her attention a bit more directly. [Break]
”Names Nasrin! Student up at Haven and expert on this shithole known as the ground district. If ya need help finding a place or a shower I can help, no prob. ” She was sincere in this offer, very much so, and perhaps a bit too eager to help. Nasrin had been told numerous times that sometimes she got a but overzealous when offering aid to faunus,but she was still new to the whole faunus rights thing and hasn't quite figured out what was appropriate and what wasn't.

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[Slate Seraphine]

War upon stone and it grows weaker.
War upon man and he grows stronger.

Which shall your wall be built of?

❝

There was a surprised blink from the wolf Faunus when the girl from before floated up beside her, holding out a very familiar looking worn piece of leather. Recognition dawned in Slate's eyes shortly before she reached around to pat the pocket in which she always kept it in, finding it as flat and empty as a deflated balloon. When had she dropped it? No, that was a stupid question, wasn't it? It must have been when she bumped into the younger woman, especially if the other was so quick to catch up.

"O-oh. Grazie, signorina."

Sheepishly, the older of the two accepted the wallet back, starting to shove it back into the same pocket it'd fallen out of before thinking better of it and pausing to pull the rucksack off her back and pulling the top open so she could stuff it back in there. She didn't bother checking whether anything was missing - there wasn't much in there to take anyway, maybe a hundred lien or so, and she doubted that the other girl would be so forward in coming back to her if she'd just taken what was left in that torn thing anyway. While she was doing so, the other female proceeded to dismount her strange contraption and introduced herself as Nasrin in a strangely enthusiastic way. Another more sensible Faunus might have been wary of being taken for a ride, especially in Mistral, where anti-Faunus sentiment ran high and wild, but the wolf was tired both physically from the travelling and mentally from the bullshit the guards had put her through, and hungry enough to tear up an entire roast by herself.

Plus, no one had accused her of being sensible in a long time.

"Davvero? You're a lifesaver, signorina. Nasrin, si? Signorina Nasrin. Molte grazie!"

Relief clear in her voice, the wolf Faunus reached out to grab Nasrin's hand and pump it for a few moments before her eyes widened slightly as she remembered that she wasn't exactly the most presentable now, with her hair long and matted with sweat and grease and her body covered in dust from the road. Letting go abruptly and stepping back, she grinned sheepishly, letting the cloak fall about her body once again, tail sweeping from side to side behind her.

"Ah... perdonami. The fur is... bad smell, yes? Molto maleodorante. I promise it is, ah. Better, when not travelling for very long. With no shower."

Briefly, she wondered if there was anywhere that catered to the treatment of fur for Faunus in Mistral, or if she had to resort to buying stuff from pet shops like she'd done before in other human dominated cities. She needed a haircut too - it'd grown long and even more unruly than usual in her time on the road, hanging almost to her shoulders now rather than the usual short style she usually kept it cut in. But those were questions, hopefully, that could be answered at a later date. Slate stuck her hand out again, this time waiting for the other young woman to respond, keeping her enthusiasm under wraps as much as possible, though behind her the sweeping tail still betrayed her feelings at heart.

"Slate. Slate Seraphine."

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The faunus accepted the wallet back and didn't seem to get upset with Nasrin for her offer of aid or how generally enthusiastic she was about helping. This was good. Last time she got slapped, so honestly, anything would be an improvement from that. In fact, the other woman seemed thankful to be offered the assistance and the wagging tail behind her showed just how she was feeling. Nasrin had always found that interesting about faunus, at least the ones with tails and ears and the like. Their animal features gave away their emotions far easier than facial expressions and tone of voice. If only Jackie was a faunus. [Break][Break]

"Ah... perdonami. The fur is... bad smell, yes? Molto maleodorante. I promise it is, ah. Better, when not travelling for very long. With no shower... Slate. Slate Seraphine." It seemed like every other word from the faunus, Slate, was in a language Nasrin had never heard before. The faint recognition of the accent faded away almost instantly when confronted with words that sounded like something from another planet. She was totally lost, and clung to the words she could understand even harder to compensate.[break][break]

”Don't worry none about the smell. Smelled wayyyy fucking worse in my day, and with how far you musta traveled I don't judge you, yeah? Some folks I protested with smelled about as bad, maybe worse.” Nasrin smiled, then returned the handshake with a firm grip before returning her hand to the board under her shoulder to support it more than her stump could do on its own.[break]
Nasrin leaned against the nearby wall as she looked over Slate a bit more fully. She was tall. Probably older than Nasrin and with hair that looked like it probably hadn't been cut or cleaned in a real long time. Hopefully Slate was more receptive to offers of help with clothes and cleanliness and hair than Holly was. Nasrin could help with most of it, she was quite suited to it actually. [Break][break]

”Got two options for you, yeah? Depends why you came here and all, I'd assume Haven? Not much reason for a faunus to come to Mistral otherwise, it's kinda a shithole. If you're going to Haven, then you can bunk with me for now. I got an extra mattress and a shower and clothes and shit at my dorm...” Nasrin chuckled as she noticed how silly the clothing suggestion was. The size difference both vertically and horizontally was a bit extreme. [Break]
”Clothes might not fit actually, but the rest should do! Can cut your hair if ya like too, love doing that shit.”

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[Slate Seraphine]

War upon stone and it grows weaker.
War upon man and he grows stronger.

Which shall your wall be built of?

❝

The other female was barely given enough time to finish her words before Slate was nodding along, the expression on her face and the sweeping tail behind her making it abundantly clear that she was happy to finally meet someone friendly and not either attempting to rob her or shake her down or just give her a hard time in general. Gods knew she had enough of that along the long road to Haven, and even at the gates just hours before. The words came out of her like a roller coaster, various ups and downs in her inflection showing that while she might have been fluent in Common, it was clearly not her first language. Well, that, and the liberal sprinkling of other words throughout her speech, of course.

"Si, si. Exactly. Haven actually got to me all the way back last year? Around winter? But it took so long to to actually get here, che du palle. I hitched rides here and there, but everyone was so wound up the prices spiked hard, real hard. Like-"

Here, the wolf Faunus pantomimed a swift and sudden rise up with her right hand, two fingers out in a point that went from hip to eye level in a split second.

"-this. So I was walking, and walking, and walking, and walking some more like some coglione, and there were bandits and Grimm and all sorts of stronza along the way keeping me busy, and then I finally get to Mistral and some puttana at the front gates decides to give me a hard time for not having a passed port! Qualunque cosa sia."

A very irritated eye roll and exasperated huff was enough to tell the other what she thought of that, and if that hadn't been clear enough, the follow up glance and spreading of the palms in an incredulous fashion was certainly enough to hammer the point home. It was becoming rapidly obvious that Slate was a very animated person, notably in the way she gestured with her hands and bobbed her head when she spoke. Even when she kept her hands within the confines of the cloak hanging about her shoulders, the little ripples of the cloth moving from her motions made it clear that Slate wore her heart on her sleeve, such as it was - easy to read, with no attempt at censoring herself. There was another huff, and then she grinned again down at the shorter young woman, white teeth flashing against the tanned skin of her face.

"But yes! Haven, Signorina Nasrin - per favore e grazie. If you could take me there, I would be lo apprezzerei."

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Nasrin was struck with a thankful feeling that she couldn't quite place as it became more and more obvious that this woman was not the kind to hold back secrets or hide her emotions while she spoke. People like this were her favorite, and for Slate especially it was almost like watching a cartoon come to life with how expressive her hands and face were. And, on top of it all, she was a new student at haven! It was almost too perfect for someone Nasrin liked to be arriving at the school just as she was trying to put together her team.[Break][break]

Nasrin listened intently to the tale of Slates travel to Mistral, and couldn't help but frown when she heard about the gate guard and other troubles the faunus had faced. It was mostly a part of the racism that was so prominent in the area, Nasrin decided, chances are most people wouldn't get overcharged as much as a faunus had been, nor would they have been stopped at the gate as easily. But at least the faunus had made it eventually, and had agreed to the help Nasrin had offered which caused the pinkette to hop up with a grin and begin walking with a short wave of her hand to signal the faunus to follow.[Break][break]

”Sorry you had so much fuckin trouble getting here, yeah? S'a shame you couldn't be here sooner, but you got here now at least! Dorm is just this way, c'mon” She didn't hop on rascal to avoid getting too far ahead of her new faunus friend, and made sure to use that extra time walking to her advantage by pointing out various stores and buildings that Nasrin liked and frequented as they went to give a brief crash course on a small segment of the city.[Break]
”Thats a good bar, not as good as Francis's but some asshole fucking blew that one up so we can't go there for now. That place has some decent clothes, could duck in there after we clean you up and get you some clothes… Bonus is they aren't racist shits either." [Break][break]

Most of the places Nasrin pointed out came with the note that they were friendly to faunus, it seemed that was something she had paid special attention to in deciding where she wanted to spend her time and money when she had it. A sharp viewer would also notice that every single one of that had a bright pink graffiti rose on them somewhere, at least until they left the ground district.[Break]
”Speaking of uh… You let me know if anyone in Haven or Mistral is an ass to you yeah? Shits gotta stop somehow and I'm willing to smack a bitch if I have to. We also got some protests we do every now and then if you wanna join in, some of them are real fucking fun.” Nasrin turned to give a brief smile to Slate when she spoke about the protests, almost as a sort of brag depending on how one looked at it. The rest of the walk was spent mostly in silence on Nasrin's end as she led the way up the Haven.[Break][break]

It was a short while later that they arrived outside Nasrin's room in the red team dorm, and with little ceremony the door was opened and Slate was invited into the mess that was the punks room.
She hadn't been expecting company, that much was obvious by the scattering of various clothes, spray cans, and skateboard parts strewn about the room and the floors with little regard for proper placement. There was no frame for her bed and the mattress was simply set against the wall and covered in extremely unruly bed sheets that looked like they hadn't seen an iron for years. There was a desk against the wall by the door and it was the only thing that looked even remotely clean. It had stacks of sketchbooks, all labeled with a brief title and a large drawing over the cover the current top book of which was titled 'Golden Confusion' and had a drawing of a massive, well muscled lady on the front with her face split between a caring, confident smile and a twisted grimace of rage. [Break][break]

”Sorry it's hella messy in here, I don't usually have guests and this shit doesn't bother me much, I like the room feeling full y'know? Ah.. Bathrooms through there if you wanna clean yourself up? Then I can loan you some of my bigger hoodies and we can go shopping or some shit. Got a spare mattress for you if ya wanna stay here tonight.” As she spoke Nasrin gestured off to the only other door in the room and the comparatively clean bathroom within. It had well organized lines of shampoo, conditioner and other hair care products and dyes as well as a wide array of makeup, lipstick and nail polish most of which hadn't seen much use. It had a small shower as well of course with a smaller but still varied selection of soaps and the like. [Break][break]

”Oh! We can cut your hair after too, I think I've got a razor laying around somewhere...” The punkette began rummaging around in the junk as Slate took in the room and decided what she wanted to do.

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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[Slate Seraphine]

War upon stone and it grows weaker.
War upon man and he grows stronger.

Which shall your wall be built of?

❝

It was a long walk up to Haven, but Slate managed to stave off the complaints her feet were hammering into her brain by making conversation - and she made a lot of conversation, going off into tangents about some things at the drop of a hat. It seemed like for every shop or locale that Nasrin commented about, the wolf Faunus had an answer for, in the form of a story about a similar place she'd known about in Shirohoshi. Most of these also tended to start with her being at least partly drunk, which was a fairly consistent theme when it came to her. But then again, few good stories started with a glass of milk and a cookie, did they?

When it came time for them to enter Nasrin's boudoir, the wolf Faunus' eyes took on a little shine of curiosity - naturally inquisitive and inclined to poke her nose where it didn't belong, Slate glanced from point of interest to point of interest with short jerks of her head, her wolf ears pricked up and flicking occasionally as they focused on whatever she was currently interested with. The thick, bushy tail that sprouted from the base of her spine swayed from side to side, making little noises as it brushed against the floor or a spare part or spray can cap that hadn't been put away. That being said, the Faunus clearly started to lose interest in her surroundings after a minute or two once it was clear that nothing new was about to make its presence known, or at least that nothing in the room was interactive enough to warrant further inspection.

Perking up once again once Nasrin mentioned that her bathroom was open to use, Slate offered up one of her trademark easy grins and adjusted the rucksack over her shoulder, nodding at the rest of what Nasrin said without it really registering. A shower sounded extremely appealing right now - she wasn't immune to her own funk, after all, and while not particularly of a mind to be self conscious about it, she didn't want to stink up the other girl's room before she'd even had the chance to buy her a thank you dinner. Now that warranted far more attention than the rest of her newfound friend's abode, regardless of whatever artistic talent was on display.

"Fantastico. Then, per favore e grazie, Signorina. I'll try not to take too long."

Giving off another grin, the wolf Faunus disappeared into the bathroom, tail wagging behind her. Surely, nothing looked quite as much as heaven as the orderly lines of soaps and shampoos and the pristine stall within to her at that moment. A large part of her wanted to laugh aloud as the realization sat in - no more scrubbing herself and her clothes down in some stream in the woods and sitting in pools of sunlight to dry, no more picking out grass and bloated ticks and burred seeds from her skin and clothes, no more shaking the grains of dust and sand out of her tail after a day on the road...

Civilization at last.

Long live hot food and water on demand! Long live an actual bed to sleep in! Long live not having to worry about Grimm eating your ass if you strayed too far from the roads or fell asleep in a bad place!

As it was, her grin only got wider as she dug through the pack and pulled out a plastic bag stuffed full of a change of clothes. It wasn't anything special, just a bag that anyone might see at any grocery store down the street - but it had kept her spare change of clothes waterproofed and safe from just about any possible gunk that might make it into her rucksack, which was good enough. Stripping off her dirty clothing into a heap on the bathroom floor, Slate stepped into the shower and all but lunged for the water dials.

A surprised yelp escaped her when the shower head spat out cold water straight onto her, but that quickly changed into a groan of deep relief and satisfaction when the heating kicked in. Hot water cascaded over her sore and aching muscles in a way that she hadn't felt for months, and the wolf Faunus was sorely tempted to just curl up on the shower floor and bask in the blessed heat until she was as wrinkled as a prune or she fell asleep. But that would be unbearably rude to the nice lady who'd taken her in and shown her the first bit of kindness in this foreign land, so Slate instead pushed her blond locks out of her eyes and looked around for the cheapest looking bottle of shampoo within reach.

The liquid spilled out into her hands, and she rubbed it into her scalp, pulling her fingers through the long hair and enjoying the sensation of months of grime being washed clean. Slate scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed - first her hair, and then her tail. The water spilling down the drain was an ugly grey at first, and it didn't let up until a good long time spent going through the fur until every bit of debris and dust and detritus was freed from the hairs, along with the oils and grime that had kept them in place.

It was so liberating to finally look into the mirror and finally see her skin no longer marred by dirt, instead glowing a healthy olive brown. Her hair and tail, no longer dull, but a pale blonde that almost bordered on white. Slate grinned into the glass, the reflection grinned back, and she felt like herself again.

Said grin, however, faded slightly when she looked back at the shower and saw the rather large clump of shed fur and other miscellaneous detritus that was clogging up the surface of the draining pipe. Now that was something she couldn't foist on Nasrin, either. Hastily toweling her hair to an acceptable level of dampness, Slate made sure she was no longer dripping water before wrapping the towel about herself and pulling the bathroom door open a crack, just enough to poke her head and one bare arm and shoulder through, waving at Nasrin to gather her attention.

"Mi scusi, Signorina Nasrin. You wouldn't happen to have an extra plastic bag or something lying around, would you?"

REPULSE (SEMBLANCE): [RANK E]

BURN IN: RAGE AGGRESSOR (STRENGTH) [RANK F]
BURN IN: EXPLODE ENGAGE (AGILITY) [RANK E]
BURN IN: INFERNO CRUSADER (DURABILITY) [RANK F]
BURN IN: AFTERBURNER (SPEED) [RANK F]

DETONATOR: IGNIS (WEAPON): [RANK F]

@ ● 1068 words ● 2775 total words

MADE BY MIZO

[Nasrin Golbahar]

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Nasrin smiled and waved Slate into the washroom, letting her lock the door and using the time alone to work a bit on Rascal. She set the skateboard now hoverboard onto her workbench and began to work her way through each of the pieces to make sure it was still working properly. It wasn’t a very mentally involved process, Nasrin had done it a hundred times since Jackie had helped her upgrade Rascal to something more all-terrain, so she used the time to think about other stuff. Sort of like meditation, or at least what Nasrin assumed meditation was like. Who the fuck knows. [Break] [Break]

Slate was the kind of girl Nasrin liked. Strong, confident, she seemed to be very happy and was into drinking. All of these were very, very good things in Nasrin’s book and she really did need more friends at Haven. All she really had was Jackie and Heidi, but those left a few gaps in the friends she wanted to have. A faunus that fit all of Nasrin’s friendship boxes was the perfect fit. [Break]
And to top it all off, the faunus was also a student here and after having travelled so far that meant she really wanted to be here, she had her heart and soul in it. Which meant she was the perfect person for Nasrin to add to her team for Vytal. She’d had that bet with Kishka going for a while, and her team was mostly set up with Carmin and Heidi and herself. She just needed the final piece of the puzzle, and Slate may well have been that. She seemed pretty strong, which meant to Nasrin that she was likely a melee fighter. Perfect. Her plan for Vytal at the moment was to let Carmin sit safe and sound behind the three other teammates and just give her as much time as possible to pummel everything into submission with her semblance. Having two melee focused people plus Nasrin as support meant they would be able to keep that going for /ages/. It was perfect. [Break] [Break]

Nasrin had wrapped up most of her maintenance and was onto spray painting fresher roses onto Rascals underside when Slate finally poked her head out of the washroom. ”Plastic bag? Yeah probably, what for? I’ve gotta have one of the fuckers lying around her somewhere...” She got up from the workbench and worked her way through the room, digging through the random piles of junk and materials and other things she had strewn about her room. Finally she found a bag, an old grocery bag from the trip before midterms where she had bought a whole bunch of beer and beef jerky. [Break]
”Found one. Might smell a bit boozy, I think one of the cans broke on the way home with this bag. Not putting clothes in there right? If you are, I've got way better spots for those, hell we could toss them into the washing machine right now, there’s one downstairs. Also my offer of donating you some of my shit is still open, I’ve got plenty of clothes that oughta fit you, we’d just need to cut a tail hole.” [break] [break]

Nasrin handed the bag through the door to Slate with a smile, still perfectly happy to be helping a new potential friend learn the ropes. She’d pop the question about Vytal teams once Slate was done in the washroom. And maybe after a few drinks.

Aura: 100% [break][break]

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

Word Count: 572/2797 [break][break]

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