[Slate Seraphine]

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

Which shall your wall be built of?

❝

Slate didn't know how long she'd been lying on her back, but it'd been long enough that the burning heat that'd been eating away at her Aura and her body was completely gone and replaced by a pleasing cool numbness. Similarly, it had also been long enough that the cloud of steam that had risen from her when she'd tumbled into the snow was long gone, and also enough that her pants were now wet from the melted slush around her. Thankfully, her jacket kept her torso dry, though the same couldn't be said for her hair and tail. Both were soaked through with snowmelt, and were starting to become uncomfortable.

Sitting up straight felt like a herculean effort, but the wolf Faunus managed it, and then from there scooted her way around to the nearby wall and pulled herself to her feet. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, she was starting to feel every bump and bruise that she'd gotten in the flames. The combination of Aura and clothes she'd worn had protected her from the worst burns, but her hair and tail were singed enough that she'd want another trim whenever she got back to her room to get rid of the smell of burnt hair, which was completely and utterly awful.

She thought back to the events that had happened but a few minutes before, and was hard pressed to keep her lip from curling into a snarl of distaste. She'd never seen that blonde before, and his scent didn't ring any bells, so it couldn't have been someone she'd beaten up before looking for revenge. She hadn't been at Haven long enough to make those kinds of enemies, since they beat each other up all the time, and she was on top of recognizing new transfers in, like she had been. And yet, it was clear that he'd been planning this for a while, especially with the way things had been set up to lure them in so he could try to bake them like buns in an oven.

Was it the other girl she'd been with, the reason why he'd flipped out? Possible, and yet it didn't seem like herself being just collateral damage in an attempted murder was the way things were. There was something about it that just rubbed her the wrong way, and not knowing what it was irritated her to no end.

The wolf Faunus turned her attention to where the other girl had disappeared into the snow and darkness, then back to the building with the smoke billowing out its open doors. She didn't think it would burn down completely, with her experience with fire - concrete walls and floors meant that once all the supplies in the bottom floor were finished burning, the fire would probably starve itself out. Taking a shaky step forward, Slate kneaded at the muscles of her legs with her hands until she could move properly again, and started to walk slowly, letting her body recover from the ordeal it'd just been put through.

All that gasoline had to have come from somewhere, and while she didn't know how long it had been sitting there, it was possible that there were clues she could record on her Scroll, so that that stinking slimeball couldn't weasel his way out of consequences. Pulling the old thing out of her pocket, noting with another burst of anger that a few new cracks had been added to its surface, Slate moved up to the open entrance and snapped a few pictures of the interior, especially the formerly barricaded door that had been blasted out while they were escaping, though she made sure not to come too close in case the fire raged out of control. In fact, she didn't even step past the threshold again - once she was done, the wolf Faunus would turn her attention to the surroundings, looking for anything that could possibly lead her to incriminating details she could bring to throw that blonde fuck in jail for the rest of his life.

If there was any indicator of anyone approaching while this was happening, Slate would move to conceal herself immediately behind any scenery and keep herself out of sight. No attempted killer would be stupid enough to return to the scene so soon after the crime, but given that he'd been stupid enough to try to roast her alive, the wolf Faunus wasn't going to be taking any chances until she was absolutely sure.

And if it just so happened that she could get the drop on that backstabbing traitorous bastard with a nut where his brain should have been, then so much the better.

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[attr="class","nikki102"]THE HERO OR THE VILLAINS

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What the hell was going on? [break][break]

Her scroll was shot, playing nothing but error messages and prompting a login screen to some program she had never seen before in her life. The power lines, once inspected, were completely fine and showed zero signs of physical damage and even getting rid of the snow cover on the equipment didn’t really do anything. There was a surprising lack of students in the chat, because there should have been a solid dozen of them on campus at this point or something like that… out of that dozen, there were seriously only three who were up and about when this happened? The rest of them couldn’t be asleep, not this early in the night, right? [break][break]

That would be absurd. That would be crazy. [break][break]

What was even more crazy was the fact that a fire broke out during this time in the training facilities. Tipped off by Carmim Clover in the general chat, Officer Livia Swann of the Mistral Police Department moved off to at least check the area out. She was too far away, taking a rest in the cafeteria area as the closest region to the power switches, to make it in time to really change anything but could hopefully get there in time to determine a cause and double back to let everyone else know. [break][break]

Van Sange was an annoying little shit at the best of times, but he was usually a very accessible annoying little shit. The fact that he had just kind of disappeared from the chat and didn’t respond to any messages from Akvo’s phone really was unusual. It didn’t sit right with the bluenette, and neither did the fire. With no power and no dust running in the buildings, what in the world could cause a fire of that intensity? It just didn’t make sense, and the lack of a working scroll due to leaving her partner behind in the cafeteria was really the most annoying part about this entire ordeal. With no new information, she was going in blind with no idea if anyone else was also going. Well, not literally blind because night vision goggles were mandatory for night shift employees but figuratively blind because of… you know what, nevermind. [break][break]

It wasn’t smart to split up in a time like this, but frankly Akvo was always… unreliable at best. He got this assignment because it was hoped that exposure to the trainees would drive him to seek self-betterment and become a productive member of the force… but instead he took the assignment as a free ride due to the fact that each trainee was stronger than most of the police force already as first years and could defend themselves better than any police officer could defend them. Which was true, sure, but also not the point. Power wasn’t the be all end all, as she had learned immediately after being forced to teach like six people how to do laundry her first week being assigned at Haven Academy. [break][break]

Yeah, the power to blow up concrete and steel but no brains for doing basic tasks. It was bizarre, frankly, and it was for that lack of brains that the police department had a presence at all. All the power in the world didn’t do a lick of good if that power was directed at the moon or something else equally unassailable, so at the very least in an emergency situation they could point people in the right direction… in theory. [break][break]

The lack of a phone was doubly a detriment as she got close enough to smell very clearly what the cause of the fire in the training area was… Gasoline. [break][break]

There were very few legitimate uses for the stuff, and almost all of them had to do with very niche engineering or mechanical purposes, old people who refused to use dust, or poor people who couldn’t afford it. Haven Academy ticked absolutely none of these boxes and shouldn’t even have that stuff stored in amounts large enough to actually cause this level of damage. Someone deliberately did this. Someone specifically brought in gasoline for the purposes of setting this fire as the most likely explanation, with the second most likely being that it was an accident by some eccentric who was doing some sort of experiment that just caused around a hundred thousand lien worth of property damage. [break][break]

”Fuck. Think. How did they say to put out a fire like this…” [break][break]

The thing was a conflagration by the time that she was on the scene, and there were several paths that led out of the doorway. Footsteps, yes, and also some tire marks that came from the back of the facility and went to the side. She had no way to tell if they were fresh or not, and instead just pulled out two vials of water dust from her belt and threw them into the fire to try and at least somewhat help things… [break][break]

Water on a gasoline fire didn’t exactly do a lot to help. The only consolation she had was that nobody was around to see the yelp in momentary terror as the water boiled immediately and the fire rose up what seemed like several feet in response to the water being dumped on it in defiance of all previous expectations. [break][break]

”Oh, right. It’s a liquid fire, because of all the gasoline. Water just mixes it around, makes sense.” she’d mutter under her breath, then look around herself to decide what to do next. With so many tracks nearby, it was decision time. There was a large and heavy set of footprints, a less large and heavy set of footprints, and the tire tracks. The tire tracks almost certainly were created by whoever did the crime… or the victims who just stole the bike from the perpetrator. Either way, there was no way she could catch up to someone on wheels. [break][break]

Which left the two sets of footprints in the snow, both going in different directions. The heavier set was older, on account of the snow being filled in more visibly. The lighter set was much more recent, and it seemed like the person fell down. Officer Livia Swann was wearing her Mistral Police uniform, which consisted of a maroon overcoat and dark brown uniform pants with one wide black leather belt around her waist and the other across her chest. Her personal weapons, a katana on her left hip and an open-carried blaster pistol on her right were on open display and her right hand coiled around the former as she followed the more recent footsteps. [break][break]

”Hello, is anyone out there?” she’d call out. ”Mistral Police. I’d really like to know who started that fire back there.” [break][break]

There was the chance that the person she was tailing was the person who started the fire and would use the call out to set up an ambush… but really that was inevitable the second she decided to walk out in her uniform. Might as well just own it at this point and take the gamble that whoever set off the fire was smart enough to also get away and try to get a scroll to let everyone else know that fact before it was too late. Things could get really bad if there was a psycho arsonist on the loose, after all, so the aggressive option seemed to be the right one in this instance. [break][break]

Right? Maybe? Fuck, who even knows anymore. In a situation like this, though, the only thing she really had was her gut instinct and that gut instinct told her to follow the most recent path and call out in the hopes that they were a friendly. If not, well, she didn’t have a semblance for nothing. She could take on an arsonist, probably, maybe.

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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?

❝

Okay, so perhaps she was wrong.

Slate looked at the growing conflagration, and was hit with a growing rush of relief that she'd gotten out when she did. That blaze was a lot more than she thought was going to come out of a pair of gas cans - there was probably a lot more pooled on the floor than she'd initially thought there was. Since she was focused on trying to help what she'd thought was a trapped girl calling for help at the time, and later on was significantly more focused on getting out of the flaming deathtrap that would have been her tomb, the wolf Faunus figured that her lapse in judgement - this time, at least, could be forgiven.

Flipping through her Scroll's gallery, Slate gave a frustrated sigh. She hadn't had the presence of mind to take any pictures of the setup underneath the stairs that had been the bait for the trap, and the flames were too intense to brave for the sake of a good picture - not that she had any particular desire to go fire diving, anyway. But that meant that all she could get with regards to evidence wasn't anywhere near incriminating enough to pin the finger on the blond fucker who'd decided to try that shit out. Seating herself on the cleanest and most comfortable spot she could find, the wolf Faunus took the time to simply scroll through what she'd missed in the chatroom. Her relief at seeing that the other girl who'd been locked in there with her had safely made her way out and was now gunning for the asshole who'd locked them both in was immediately tempered by the fact that said asshole was still at large and worse, was turning opinion against her.

Scrolling upwards, though, she frowned at the large backlog that had accumulated while she'd been preoccupied with survival. Hadn't some of these students already left Haven, if only for the moment? She did know just about every face and scent, but she didn't quite manage to match every name to every face just yet.

> some fucker tried to lock me underground with brig and burn us alive

> barely made it out

> be careful of listening to anyone who's pleading for help

> that's how he got us in the first place

> also, are the burzanov guy and clover even in haven rn

> vacation or some shit

The movement off in the distance had her jerking up to see, as well as shutting off her Scroll immediately. Someone was coming, and so she scrambled off her comfortable seat to duck behind one of the bushes that littered the sides of the walking paths. The wolf Faunus was quiet and simply watched as the newcomer proceeded to make a fool out of herself in trying to put out the fire. Looking her up and down, it was clear that this was someone she hadn't met before. Unfamiliar scent and face meant that this person wasn't a student, and the number of teachers at Haven was small enough that she could just about memorize them by heart. Plus, she was wearing an outfit that Slate knew all too well - it had been one of the first things to greet her on her arrival at Mistral.

She hoped that this police woman didn't give her as hard of a time as the one manning the guard station at the gate had, or worse - be in league with the blonde guy, trying to finish off any survivors. A few moments of silence passed after the other called out, but she eventually sighed and responded in turn.

"Ay, sbirro."

Calling out, Slate gave the officer a few moments to respond before slowly rising up from her hiding spot and stepping around said hedge in a similar speed. With her luck, she'd have to run into the only cop in Mistral who was a quickdraw with her gun, and being shot right now wasn't something she particularly wanted to experience.

"You wanna know?" she nodded at the blazing building, hands at chest level and held palm outwards. While it did look like she was trying to show that she carried no weapons, the fact of the matter was that if the woman in front of her was an impostor and started firing, the wolf Faunus could fire off a blast of air from her palms without pausing to swing back, which she would do if and when the other attacked before closing into her preferred range. Hopefully, it wouldn't come to that.

"Some cazzo brought me and another girl inside and tried to burn us alive. Lured us in with a fake distress call. Locked us in too. Definitely not an accident. Fucker planned this. Don't know why, though. Seems to go by Nayamasa in the chat. Tall guy with blonde hair and red eyes. Don't suppose you caught 'im on the way here?"

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At sound of a female voice, the instinctual reaction was to crouch and look around with red eyes to locate the source of the voice with the katana drawn out of its sheath about two inches, more than enough for a quick attack. ”I’ll take the lack of shooting to be a good thing.” she’d note, letting her blade fall fully back into its sheath by the time Slate had revealed herself. With the way the officer favored the melee weapon over the firearm, it was clear which they were more comfortable with and which they were better at. [break][break]

When the faunus was in full view with her hands out, Officer Swann removed her right hand from her hilt and instead rested it on her sidearm. This was not a full grip, but it did ensure that if the woman started blasting that a response would be able to be started and hopefully finished before the bluenette’s aura broke. With the level of fuckery going on at the moment, it was no wonder that both parties had in the forefront of their minds that the other could be an imposter. [break][break]

As the Faunus recounted her story, Livia cursed under her breath. ”The tire tracks, then.” She gestured back with her left hand, keeping her right on her gun just in case. ”There were three trails out of that building. The oldest one was tires, something like a golf cart or something. The next one was on foot following the tires, and then yours which was fresh enough to track going over here. The first two were long gone by the time I came over here…” [break][break]

There was a momentary pause as the woman moved with her left hand to reach inside her jacket – but stopped about halfway through the motion. ”I’m getting my scroll to show you.” she would note, fully aware at how trigger happy some people got under stress before slowly completing the action that she started and pulled out the scroll that had been malfunctioning almost from the moment this whole damn thing began. [break][break]

”My scroll still isn’t working, check to see if this is familiar. I got this error message when I tried to make a call to the power company.” the bluenette added, walking a few steps forward and tossing her scroll over to the wolf faunus with the login animation replaying over and over and not allowing any inputs. ”I’ve never seen that login screen before, and I can’t get anything to work since almost the start of this stuff. It was like this from like five minutes after the blackout started.” [break][break]

”Can I see your version of the chat, by the way?” she asked, and if Slate would actually let her see the logs she would scroll up with her eyes widening and eyebrows furrowed when she actually got the chance to study it. ”This is a different chatroom.” she’d note, her tone suddenly a lot more emotionless than before and her jaw set. ”Also looks like there’s two more around the cafeteria area. How did they even get in? You need student IDs to open the doors, and this chat is restricted even to us most of the time. It’s locked down so that only people with IDs and scrolls specifically set up with a Haven ID can log on at all.” Right hand would come up from the pistol for the first time to rub against the woman’s forehead with the index finger and thumb. [break][break]

”If you say the Nayamasa guy was the one who did this, it looks like he’s going to the dorms after getting a ton of dust from the infirmary. The intern over there and some edgy username person ‘Surprisinglyempty’ apparently let him just take a bunch of it. I don’t think the intern is in on it, but I wasn’t even aware they let students have usernames that had no part of their name in it. That’s a giant pain in the butt right now trying to figure out who’s where. I can’t tell if he’s just really dumb and cowardly, like Valko, or if he’s actually working for the other team from this. A fat guy and the Nick guy Akvo saw earlier look like he trapped him – my partner in the cafeteria by locking him in a freezer. Brigit seems to be going after the Nayamasa guy, but she might not be able to take him if she’s just coming back from escaping a burning building and this is right, and the guy just got a ton of dust. Even if he’s not very strong, enough dust will make anyone a threat.” [break][break]

The woman let out a heavy sigh as she returned the scroll to the wolf faunus. ”Looks like Van Sange isn’t in your chat either. He was in his little house next to the Great Hall last I heard. His phone’s probably fucked too, but it’s weird he hasn’t gone out to actually check anything for this long. You’d think that would be the first thing he’d do since he’s supposed to be the one in charge right now and all. The cafeteria spot is probably a trap, but I’m also not just gonna stand back and let my partner die so I’m going to head over and see what I can do.” [break][break]

As she backed up and turned to move in the direction of the Great Hall and the Cafeteria, the woman turned back for a moment and added: ”Sorry I couldn’t help more. They did a good job of separating us out. Good luck out there, whatever you decide to do.” With that, there was nothing left for Officer Swann to do but head over to the Cafeteria area and try to enact a rescue. With two possible enemies in the area, barging in was out of the question… but a stealthy approach may just work well enough to get her partner to safety if nothing else.

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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 wolf Faunus had tensed up when the proclaimed officer did, ready to dive behind whatever cover she could have after watching her hand go for the handle of her blade, but allowed herself to relax again as the other woman let go of the hilt and let the sword drop into its sheath. Long time spent in the fighting rings had attuned her to body language and the general motions of those preparing to strike. While she was more used to the tells of those armed with nothing but their fists, she'd seen enough fights between those armed with weapons to know enough about the similarities between the bare fisted and the sword wielders - or baseball bats, or maces, or warhammers, or what have you. Like the animal whose traits manifested on her body, Slate's golden eyed stare was singularly focused on the torso, hands and shoulders of the other woman, though any motion would also catch her eye. After being caught in a bad situation like she previously had been, the Menagerie native was significantly more wary tonight than she would be on any other. It was an experience that would stick with her for a while yet.

Slate's lip curled with a hint of mocking, though it didn't go far before it flattened out again, said experience still weighing heavily on her. "I'm unarmed, amica," was the slightly irritated response, with a heavy emphasis on the "unarmed" part, hands still held aloft before her. Not that she was much good with her Ignis' ranged mode, even if she'd had it. It was a close quarters weapon, and while she could compensate for the direction of her blasts of air with every swing, it was significantly more difficult to land one of the weighted blasts of fire that Ignis could spit out. But the rounds were loud and flashy and bright, and drew enough of an opponent's attention that she could close the distance. Something she could blast off in the middle of her rapid fire punches to shake up an enemy, and not really effective beyond the range she could already reach with her Repulse.

Actually, come to think of it, it might have been better than she didn't have the gauntlets on her. Thinking things through had never been her strong suit, but it was easier with the flickering back light of the flames devouring the building behind the other woman still in plain sight - with all that fire in the background, having a weapon that spat out fire type attacks didn't bode well for proving her innocence if and when push came to shove. With that thought in mind, Slate continued to relate her story to the woman, now fairly convinced that she wouldn't be firing off her sidearm so long as she kept speaking.

The wolf Faunus' eyes flickered to said tire tracks when the other woman gestured to them, and though her lips pressed into a thinner line, as that was what she'd suspected, Slate didn't say anything about that beyond a grunt of acknowledgement. It had been nice to know that the other girl who'd been with her when they'd burst out of the burning building together was still alive, but that feeling had been soured by the fact that Brigit hadn't so much as paused to help out when she'd collapsed into the snow.

Not that she could really blame the girl for wanting to smash in that blonde fucker's head, seeing as how that had been the first thing on her mind before exhaustion took her and the futility of chasing after him immediately was pressed into her mind, but it would have been nice to have a little concern shown to her. Oh well. Hopefully the other female would do good enough for the both of them.

Catching the tossed Scroll, Slate lobbed hers in a gentle arc in return when the other asked, glancing at the login screen for a few moments with a puzzled expression and tapping at it repeatedly to no avail, before she shrugged, and tossed it back at the first opportunity.

"Nothing I can help ya with, sbirro. Haven't seen this problem before. Probably something this Nayamas cooked up to jam our comms. He's been planning this for a while now, so-"

Another shrug. The issue of why and how was probably less important than adapting around the issue, and Slate figured that that was probably more important at the moment.

"Don't y'all have backups?" the Faunus would ask as she grabbed her Scroll back from the other woman, glancing it over to check that no new cracks had been added or any components removed during the brief time it had been in the other female's hands. "Those old timey polizia handhelds they keep showing in shows and stuff?" There was a momentary pause before she continued to answer her own question, disappointment in her voice. "Guess not, since you'd already have called it in by now if you did."

There was a snort when the cop mentioned Van Sange not checking things out was weird, equal parts derision and amusement. It would have been weirder if he had done anything - while she hadn't been at Haven long, Slate had heard enough and experienced enough of the professor's work antics to have a low opinion of him. The head of the class let herself get beat bloody under his watch on a regular basis just to keep up with people who could actually use Aura properly. The other class, with the pretty lioness who was a lot easier on the eyes than the creepy fucker in a trench coat, could often be seen training during their homeroom periods, whereas Van Sange basically did nothing but lounge around tapping at his Scroll all day. Hell, despite her being pulled into his class supposedly due to her previous experience with fighting on her profile, he'd failed to help her in any fashion on that front. In fact, Slate had the feeling that the reason her paperwork to get transferred into the other class, where the rest of the other Faunus (and the hot teacher) were, wasn't going through, was simply because he didn't care to get it done.

Oh, Slate had a lot of opinions about Van Sange. For now, though, she held her tongue, and, after a momentary pause to run her brain through everything the cop had just told her, during which said police officer had already started moving off, she'd decided where to put her efforts towards next. Without waiting for the other woman to finish her well wishes, the wolf Faunus stepped forward to join her, deflecting the anticipated questions with a raised hand.

"Save it, amica. I'll come with. Might not have my weapons with me, but I can definitely throw a punch and take one on a good day. Due teste sono meglio di una. Two heads are better than one, right?"

REPULSE (SEMBLANCE): [RANK E]

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

DETONATOR: IGNIS (WEAPON): [RANK F]

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MADE BY MIZO

[Wolfe]

XP Distribution:

Brigit: 24 x 200% (event bonus) = 48

10 + 48 = 58 XP

Slate: 52 x 200% (event bonus) = 104

167 + 104 = 271

Wolfe: 61 x 200% (event bonus) = 122

113 + 122 = 235