[Brigit Akane]

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]Hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out [attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I'm going to change you like a remix and then raise you like a phoenix. Brigit stalked forward, slowly beginning to move into a sprint as she got closer to the grimm that had somehow trapped Junior on the ground. How a person who was able to fly got caught by burrowing creatures was beyond her, but as he killed one that had pounced on top of him she decided she didn’t really have time to question it. They were close to finishing the midterm task now and if she let the kid die then she’d be shit out of luck for her chances of passing the midterm herself. No idiot bird faunus was going to be the reason she was stopped from going on proper missions. She could only see one Grimm as she approached, it had been flung off to the side along with the third grimm though one of them was suspiciously missing. Brigit, unfortunately, was not one who was ever able to think much in terms of tactics when it came to enjoying herself in a fight. The laughter had gone now, settled into a plastered grin and the constant tensing and untensing of her arms and legs as she moved, full of pent up energy and enough adrenaline to power a small house. So she charged, full out with no thought of any defense towards the injured Grimm. It only had one leg and didn’t have any hope to dodge her advance at all, and as her leg kicked up at it from underneath its belly she received a nasty little bite from the creature before it dissolved away to nothing when her leg-blade made contact. Her aura was low. Really low. But she still had it, and that was enough to make her want to keep going. The other Grimm was around, there was a small hole near the one Brigit had just killed indicating that the other one had burrowed itself to safety somewhere, but it must know the two of them were weak enough for it to have some chance of killing them. And even if it didn’t Grimm were probably too stupid to realise that it had no actual chance. It would be close, somewhere nearby and likely somewhere that it could get the jump on one of them. As if on cue, the sound of dirt being shunted aside rang out from behind her and before Brigit could turn all the way around she was knocked to the ground by the grimm, her aura shattering before she could get anything more than a glancing blow into the grimm. Her breath was knocked out of her, no small amount of shock showing on her face at the fact that her aura had been broken, actually broken, and she had no semblance to fix it. But there were more important things to worry about. Her strength had left her, most of it anyways, but she still had the advantage of fully weaponized limbs. So as the Grimm began to try and bite down onto her head she raised both arms in a scissoring motion to slice its head clean off, leaving it to flop onto Brigits chest before blowing away in the evening breeze. That left the redhead laying in the dirt with possibly the most self-satisfied grin anyone had ever worn on her face. Her whole body was tingling, her aura had been shattered. She had been close to death, truly close for the first time in a long time and the thrill she got from that was enough to leave her laying on the ground for quite a while as she started to giggle to herself. (Word Count)⏤ 601/3807 (Aura)⏤ Shattered Semblance E, Weapon F, Speed F, Martial arts F, Durability F, Ranged Accuracy F

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[Jack Dawson Jr.]

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Scorpion sting, I don't wanna

bleed

tell me that I'm not

lost

It was a good thing Brigit was there.

Getting the Grimm off of himself was an ordeal of its own, but if fighting just one of them was that difficult, then he knew he had no business pressing his luck with the others. Fortunately for him, Brigit had no such qualms. She went after the two Grimm that were left as Jack caught his breath on the ground, and before he'd even managed to stand, the one-legged Creep was dust in the wind. That only left the final Grimm. He was watching, trying to stay out of her way as best as he could, but when her Aura broke, his face flashed full of alarm. But no sooner had he taken off, full sprint, towards her, than she'd managed to wrestle back the Creep and lop its head off. Those mechanical limbs of hers sure were deadly... He made a mental note not to get caught on the receiving end of them.

Approaching, slower now, he watched as she just lay in the grass for a moment, and chose to give her a bit of space for at least a little while as she giggled, a huge grin across her face. It was odd. He didn't think he'd ever understand how she could find something like this entertaining... It was terrifying, facing down death like this.

But, if she enjoyed herself, and they completed their respective objectives, all the better for it, honestly. She had to help someone, and he had to survive an encounter with five Grimm. More than sufficient, in his books.

He waited for the giggling to die down some before stepping over and reaching for her hand, his own palm glowing that same bright white as his wings again. If she accepted it, then he would restore her Aura, by another 20% or so. If not, or after the fact, if she did accept the hand, then the glow from his wings would spread to envelop his entire body, crackling with splintering streaks of black and grey, before shattering entirely, causing him to drop to his knees from the strain.

He was just thankful his body had held out as long as it had... No doubt, he would have died had it shattered sooner. And hopefully nothing else would be coming after them... He knelt on the ground, trying to catch his breath, and waited for Brigit to be ready to leave. With luck, she was satisfied in her hunt for more Grimm. He definitely was.

Aura: Shattered ● @let'sswapauras ● WC: 421 ● TWC: 5736 ● flapflap

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[Brigit Akane]

[attr="class","Im"]

[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]Hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out [attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I'm going to change you like a remix and then raise you like a phoenix. As her sense of herself returned to her, Brigit looked up to see the faunus still there, hovering over her and offering out a hand to help her up. She rolled her eyes but accepted it, if he wanted to make himself useful then she would allow it. On contact her aura refilled slightly, going from shattered to once again flickering around her form. He truly had a useful semblance which was a pleasant surprise, and almost compensated for how shitty his fighting ability was. And then something happened, he glowed brighter for a brief moment and his aura shattered suddenly despite him not being struck by much of anything that she could see. He didn’t seem surprised, though he did seem rather exhausted after it so it must have been a drawback of some sort from his ability to restore others auras. Unfortunate, but as long as he could keep others up before he collapsed then it was still acceptable. ”That was seven grimm by my count.” She rolled her shoulders, double checking around them for any other sneaky grimm that might be lingering about and frowning some when she felt the adrenaline begin to leave her system more fully, returning to her the constant and unpleasant sensation of metal against flesh on both her arms and legs. ”Your objective is done now, we can return to your camp for more soup and rest for the night...” She paused briefly, looking over the tired bird and a small hint of pity. ”Your semblance is useful, shockingly enough. If the rest of you sucked less then you would be an excellent addition to any team of huntsmen. Learn to fight before you get yourself killed.” She waited for her companion to be ready and able to stand, lingering over him and slowly retracting the weapons on each of her limbs back into their housing for the walk ahead. She had no idea where they were, or where their camp was in relation to them so she hoped that her companion had a better sense of direction than he did fighting ability and could lead them back to his - and now Brigit’s - camp site. (Word Count)⏤ 372/4179 (Aura)⏤ 20% Semblance E, Weapon F, Speed F, Martial arts F, Durability F, Ranged Accuracy F

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[Jack Dawson Jr.]

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Scorpion sting, I don't wanna

bleed

tell me that I'm not

lost

The avian boy didn't say anything, as he rested, still kneeling, with haggard breaths, as Brigit looked around to ensure that they were really, truly, free of any further Grimm attacks. But, try as he might to focus on recovering from his Semblance use, he couldn't help but glance up, face coated in a hint of surprise, as Brigit actually kind of complimented him.

At least, it felt like a compliment. Hell, it was honestly the only positive thing she'd said about him, in the entire time since they'd met. Like, at all. Granted, she followed it up with more dismissive remarks about his fighting abilities, and overall viability as a Huntsman, but it was something. At least she was able to acknowledge that combat prowess wasn't everything- he'd certainly run into a bit of that since deciding to embark on this foolish quest of his.

With a bit more effort than he'd have liked, he managed to push himself up from the ground, to a standing position. "T-thanks. Working on it." Even speaking slowly and carefully, he wasn't able to eliminate the ever-present stutter, but hopefully, now that he was too exhausted to feel as nervous as he so often was, she might take a bit less offense at his awkward manner of speaking.

More likely, she wouldn't be satisfied until he could speak as confidently as her. Which would happen the same day his wings stopped drawing stares from strangers, and Grimm and people came together as one.

Brigit waited for him to ready himself to walk again, presumably because she wasn't sure where the camp was- he couldn't think of many other reasons for her to linger, as opposed to just making him catch up. Still, it was appreciated. When he was able, he started retracing their steps through the woods, heading back to his camp site. Soup definitely sounded good...

As did sleep. He had enough space under his makeshift shelter for the two of them to sleep comfortably, and the warmth from the fire ought to last them until morning. Thinking of Brigit's metallic limbs, he figured the cold must be pretty rough on her skin, where the prosthetics attached- at least, that was a common warning he'd read in some of his books on Atlesian prosthetic technology. He made a mental note to let her sleep on the side closer to the fire. A Mistral native, he didn't especially mind the cold anyways- feathers helped with that a bit.

He glanced back at Brigit from the corner of his eye.

She was somewhere between irritable and rude, and openly hostile, but he couldn't help but feel like he'd made something almost shaped like a friend. Maybe not like, a go-to-the-movies-and-hang-out friend, but more like an "It's-more-convenient-for-me-that-you-don't-die-than-if-you-did-so-don't-die-you-pointless-bird" kind of friend.

Which was honestly good enough for him.

Aura: Shattered ● @friend? ● WC: 498 ● TWC: 6234 ● friend.

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[Wolfe]

XP Distribution:

Jack: 62 x 200% (event bonus) = 124

45 + 124 = 169

Brigit: 41 x 200% = 82

219 + 82 = 301