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Oh no no no no no. [break][break]

This should have been safer. This should have been much, much safer. This was a school for huntsman, right? A school for people with fucking semblances and shit, right? Then where the fuck were the people with semblances who weren’t fucking psychopaths. [break][break]

Oh man. [break][break]

So, to run through the shit pile that had happened so far was a doozy. The power went out, and everyone got shoved into the same chat. It was just him, his partner, a random idiot student who went right back to sleep, Van Sange, and two asshole students. Van Sange was an asshole too, but at least he wasn’t one that he was worried would knife him in the back like that Nick dude. That Nick dude was fucking creepy, man. Red eyes like a goddamned demon, long black hair, and tons of dark red in some sort of military uniform parody. The dude also had dark gloves on all the time, which always smelled like absolute ass. Come to think about it, they almost smelled like gasoline. [break][break]

He had stayed behind when his partner had gone to investigate the strange fire because really, they had already gone on one wild goose chase in the power lines – which were literally just perfectly fine. There was no damage whatsoever, and any obstructions with the snow were cleared out by fucking hand. Do any of these idiots know how much work shoveling that much snow is? It was absurd, really, and not one of those bastards appreciated a lick of it. The Braun guy was an idiot who just asked his professor permission to go back to sleep. What kind of weirdo did that? [break][break]

The Nick guy and the Carmim person were just raging assholes, though. They were so aggressive and talked an insane amount of shit. Akvo talked some shit back, of course, because it passed the time and the little shits were fucking annoying. They were probably back at their dorm all warm while everyone else was freezing their asses off trying to actually fix the problem – emulating their asshole teacher in Van Sange who also decided to take pot shots at him instead of helping. [break][break]

God damn it, why was everyone in this school so lazy and arrogant? It didn’t make sense, it wasn’t normally like this. [break][break]

The real kicker, though, was the fact that the Nick guy had followed him. He wasn’t in his dorms, and boy oh boy did that fucker prove he was exactly as deranged as he looked by pulling out a pistol and just starting to shoot. It seemed like a pistol, though Akvo didn’t take the time to actually check very thoroughly. He was busy running, but then another fucking wackjob decided to play the game of who could act the most like a deranged serial killer. The second one was probably Carmim, who was a fat dude who had a backpack full of gunk that he sprayed on people and seemed to harden with his semblance. Akvo had barely managed to avoid being caught in it and made a hard turn into the nearest room he could find… the freezer. [break][break]

The gunk dude then coated the door with it and sealed it up real tight, making it damn near impossible to get the hell out of that freezer. [break][break]

Like, okay. Maybe he shouldn’t have talked shit back at these people and maybe stealing food to eat was a bad thing to do but he had literally been working all day on these wild goose chases. If this was some sort of prank, it was a fucking terrible one and these kids creeped him the fuck out. Thankfully the gunk on him didn’t harden like the rest and he was able to over the course of several minutes get it off of his body, and as he did, he noticed the texture was almost exactly like… glue? [break][break]

Carmim’s weapon was a … gluethrower? What the hell kind of weapon was that? Once the gunk was off of him, he tried some experimental kicks to the door, but quickly realized that there was no way it was budging, and the bottom section of the door was covered entirely with solidified glue. The window was easily smashed through, but a similar wall of glue made the other side resisted several bullets… though it wouldn’t really matter even if was shot through. It was one of those tiny windows for decoration more than anything and would have been far too small to actually fit his full body through. [break][break]

The door to the freezer was thick metal, which made sense… and held a room filled with frozen meat. Oh Brothers, he was going to be frozen meat here soon! As much as he hated the smug assholes of Haven, he had to try and use the chat again to try and get someone other than fat glue guy Carmim and scary serial killer Nick this go around. He had his aura unlocked, but frankly it wasn’t really strong. He could protect himself for now, but the inside of the freezer made it so that once his aura broke, he would not be able to last for very long in this environment. [break][break]

”Please help. I am trapped in the freezer in the cafeteria. That Nick guy shot at me with his gun and the Carmim guy I think glued the door shut with his semblance or weapon or whatever. I can’t get out, and the glue is resistant to gunfire. Van Sange, I’ll take back everything bad I said about you and do whatever stupid holiday stuff you want if you come here and open this door I swear to everything. Just be careful, that Nick guy has a real itchy trigger finger and seems to be working with the fat guy.” [break][break]

The message sent, thank the Brothers, so it meant that it went through to the chatroom. The internet was still working for him, which was an absolute fucking blessing at this point.

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The radio was tried several times on the way over, but every channel was just static and white noise. Communication was still jammed, so the only way to really communicate with the outside was for someone to actually physically go out and do that. With the situation as it was, though, who could even possibly do that? There was the fight in the dormitory area with the rogue trainee, the weirdly defensive people at the infirmary who were determined not to move an inch, and… well, them. [break][break]

The pace was quick to the area of the Great Hall and thus the Cafeteria where the other officer was trapped in a freezer. He hadn’t sent any other messages, so it was safe to assume that his phone was as useless as the bluenette’s own. On the way over, the woman did her best to get a gauge of her partner’s aura level and semblance as well as freely gave her own – a physical boost type semblance that was weaker than most trainees but provided strength and durability. It was enough to take the lead, anyway, especially with Slate’s own aura lessened due to the whole ‘being locked in a burning building’ part of her night. [break][break]

As they approached the Great Hall, though, there was something immediately seen as wrong… the lights were on. The only place on campus where the lights were on, in what was before a total blackout. ”They’re taunting us.” the woman would sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose between her index finger and thumb before resolving to keep going. ”The longer we wait the more time they have to set up. I’ll go through first, my aura is higher right now and I assume they have something to hit us when we get in…” [break][break]

There was a pause, then, and then a look at the thick wooden door leading into the cafeteria. ”On second thought, nah. I’m taking the door and we’re just going to use that for cover – way better than getting shot at. I’m not the best at shooting, but it doesn’t matter since you’re so good right? So I’ll just focus on covering for you to let you do your thing without getting hit.” What was pretty obvious anxiety on the way over had turned into a cool confidence just before it came time to enter the building, right when it started to actually matter. [break][break]

Officer Swann led the way inside, taking the time to active her semblance and rip the wooden door off its hinges before heading inside the building… and it was a good thing, too. ”Eep!?” [break][break]

Considering the fact that the light was bright enough to make the tripwire a few steps into the building almost invisible. An explosion of what looked to be a combination of lightning and gravity dust was positioned to the left of the door and thus exploded and knocked the woman to the right as she yelped in surprise, the façade of bravado from moments earlier gone – smashing the glass window there and knocking her at least momentarily out of the building. The good news was that the door took much of the impact, and the bad news was that the shield was mostly destroyed and scattered across the floor of the cafeteria. [break][break]

At a glance, nothing seemed out of the ordinary in the cafeteria itself. Rows of tables were set as normal, with the only thing off being the brightness of the lights which seemed to be turned up a good bit from normal. Maybe they were diverting more power into the lights, or maybe they had some other way to do it… but the fact of the matter was that it was so damned bright that a millimeter of nearly transparent wire was going to be almost impossible to spot given how shiny the floor always was and the fact that night vision took a bit to adjust to insane brightness. [break][break]

Officer Swann would go back through the window as if nothing happened and would start sprinting through the cafeteria if nothing prevented her from doing so, but there would be a delay of about ten seconds for her to recover from the initial fall and get her wits about her enough to jump back inside the building. That left a decent amount of time for Slate to decide to do something else, but not enough to sit there and plan. [break][break]

The entire place could have been trapped, or it could have been just a bluff to get them to move more slowly. It could be a taunt, or it could be a feint. They had basically no idea why Ferric was doing this, and if he was working with anyone else. They had no idea what the objective of these people were, only that different people were in danger at the same time and they could not be everywhere at once. This was the flashpoint chosen for Slate, and she would have to decide how this particular one ended – right there in that ten second window before her more hotheaded teammate tried to blitz through to the backroom where her partner was being kept.

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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?

❝

One thing the other woman would notice rather quickly on the way over was that Slate talked - talked a lot, and rather little of it was relevant to the subject at hand. Like a meandering river, her words flowed from topic to topic and went off into little streams of thought that went nowhere, hands making the occasional gesture at a particularly emotive moment. By the time they were approaching the cafeteria, Livia Swann would have heard all about the wolf Faunus' lumberjack uncle who went spelunking for treasure and nearly got his hide clawed off by a Deathstalker, her favorite burger joint in Shirohoshi, how Van Sange had snatched her up for his class and then proceeded to do fuck all with regards to improving her skills, and various other stories of catches that she'd gotten in the seas off Menagerie while running her dad's fishing boat.

Part of it was because the constant rambling let her channel her nervous energy into some form of release. Slate liked to eat, drink, fight, and occasionally fuck, but none of those options were available to her right now, trudging through the snow at speed while soaked through with snowmelt and ready to throw herself into another frying pan after she'd escaped a both metaphorical and literal fire. Much like how she burned off her nervousness at a particularly tough upcoming fight by smashing herself against training dummies until she tired herself out, it was better to keep her mouth and hands occupied to keep her mind from overthinking about the future. The wolf Faunus had never been good at making plans for the long term, and she knew it - her strength wasn't in careful consideration but throwing everything she had without reserve until either the problem or herself gave out. Trying to, especially in the here and now, would just make her worried and stressed more than she already was, and cause hiccups in her combat performance, so the former pit fighter just avoided thinking about it altogether.

The other part of why was because it was so damn fucking cold.

Slate had grown up in a coastal village, and had lived in a coastal city right up until she'd decided to come to Haven. Mistral was a lot colder than the mild winters she'd had to endure up to that point, and Haven being located atop a damn mountain meant that the wolf Faunus had suffered quite a bit in her initial clothing designed for warmer climes before she'd gotten her hands on warmer clothes that could endure the winter. Even so, warmer clothes didn't mean a damn when they were wet and the winds were blowing, and so the talking kept her mind off her freezing body while the movement kept her at least minimally warmed up. Aura didn't protect you from feeling cold, just from taking damage due to said cold.

So she talked, and laughed at her own jokes, and told funny stories, and only quieted down when they were in view of the cafeteria, brightly lit up like it absolutely hadn't been when Slate had left it last to get trapped in a fucking burning building for her attempt to help someone she thought needed it.

Just thinking about it still pissed her off. She hoped Brigit would catch up to that blond fuck and give him what he deserved.

"Hit 'em hard and where it hurts, got it," was the response to the officer's initial observation and the plan that followed, the wolf Faunus cracking her knuckles and then her neck, bouncing in place to prep her muscles for the upcoming activity they were going to get. She had a little over half of her Aura left from her trial by fire, and her muscles were still a little sore from all that hammering on the metal door before it broke down - not to mention she didn't even have her Ignis on her, locked away as it was in her room and far too distant to grab before coming back for a go at this.

She'd be fine. It wouldn't be the first time she'd had to fight barehanded against someone with a weapon - and she could use her Semblance, too. No rules outside the ring, so she could go as dirty as she wanted.

Starting forward as Swann did, Slate jerked back when the explosion blew her off her feet and back, shattering their would-be shield into smithereens. Her eyes flickered to where the explosion had come from - an attack? No, a trap, one clearly meant for them. It couldn't have been pressure based, or it would have gone off while Swann was still taking the door off its hinges. A tripwire or something similar, then - and in the bright light still reflecting off the shiny floor, all but invisible to casual inspection.

Didn't matter. Swann was already charging in again, and Slate would follow after a brief delay so that any further explosive traps wouldn't take them both out together if they were triggered by her vanguard. Even so, she barked out a short call as the other went through the window, adapting on the fly to what could possibly waiting for them.

"Go over the tables!"

It was a risky bet, but what else was new? Taking her own advice, the former pit fighter would make her initial leap to the closest table as soon as she could, and proceed to sprint over the top of the tables behind Swann, fists up and ready to punch any incoming attacks out of the air with her Semblance. Hopefully, the criminals holed up in there wouldn't have thought that they could avoid touching the floor entirely. And if she was wrong, and those tables and chairs were booby trapped to any extent - well, hopefully the thick wood between them and whatever explosives might go off would soften the blow.

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”Good call!” the bluenette would yell in reply as she charged back inside, slamming her feet down on one of the tables and kicking it forward so that it knocked into some others. This quickly caused another explosion to go off, but this time far enough away to where she wasn’t actually hurt by the table going flying up in the air as lightning and gravity dust did its job. [break][break]

Slate’s attempt would go about as well, with the first explosion knocking the table up being just negated by the faunus using her semblance to punch it back down. The second time it went off, though, it seemed the table itself was trapped and a twenty percent of Slate’s aura was knocked off as she sailed about five meters backwards. ”Just trip the wires with your semblance on your side! I’ll use tables on this side. No way they have enough to trap the entire place.” [break][break]

Swann started kicking the tables forward before moving forward to catch any tripwires or pressure sensors, which worked to a large degree, even if was slow. There really was a decent amount of dust in this room, which was pretty fucking alarming. There wasn’t a tremendous amount of it lying around, because there were only five explosions so far… but that was still a pretty large amount to have set up and must have taken quite a while to do. [break][break]

Her own aura was down to about sixty percent from the spam of her semblance and the earlier hit, along with random bits of debris coming back to hit her from later blasts. One particular kick, however, changed the situation. That time the kick didn’t set off any dust, but it did cause the power to go out. [break][break]

”Fuck.” came the frustrated hiss of the policewoman as she stood in place and pulled out her firearm. ”I’ll only fire after you, yeah? You can see and I can’t, so just tell me where.” [break][break]

There was no sign of other movement around them, and from Slate’s point of view the entire place was still empty. The only thing that had changed after the kick was that the power went completely out, and she was now close enough to see the freezer door that housed the other policeman absolutely drenched in solidified … super glue? [break][break]

Like, an excessive amount of super glue. Easily several pounds, just covering the outside of the door and the floor beneath it. There was no air going in or out, which meant several things and none of them were exactly good. No matter what she did, though, that wouldn’t change the fact that she would perceive absolutely no movement other than Swann’s and past the halfway point of the cafeteria there seemed to be no more traps for anyone to actually trigger. [break][break]

This entire situation was really weird, but there wasn’t exactly a lot of time to sit there and ponder exactly what was going on and why. The captured would become the dead very soon if they didn’t hurry.

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

Which shall your wall be built of?

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"I got nothin'."

Slate had crouched instinctively when the lights went out, ready to dart to the nearest piece of cover just in case someone nearby had the bright idea to pop out from behind a table and start beating their faces in while they were still adjusting to the change in light level. It was something she'd been on the receiving end of before, something that had left her needing stitches over her right eyebrow - and in her favorite bar to boot. Even Faunus eyes only adjusted so quickly to sudden changes in the amount of light they were getting, and the wolf Faunus had plenty of experience with getting nearly blinded after turning the lights on in a completely dark room.

Thankfully, nothing came shooting their way, and after a moment of tense readiness Slate straightened up again, blinking rapidly before glancing around to see what had changed. Nothing had, though now she was close enough to see the dried gunk covering what must be the freezer door the cop's partner must be stuck in.

"Freezer's over that a way, amica - but there's a fuck tonne of weird goop all over it. I'm gonna get a closer look."

Slate sniffed at the air carefully and glanced over the dried goop surrounding the door before she approached, senses on high alert. Having already been fooled once today, she was particularly wary about getting the repeat treatment - knowing her luck, it was just as likely that the goop was some sort of plastic explosive wired up to a remote detonator as it was some kind of glue that simply sealed things shut. She'd seen that before in some comics, usually the ones where a Huntsman or Huntress had to pull out some poor fob from a risky situation. Given now how she was supposedly training to become one of those Huntresses, comic books got a lot closer to reality than most people cared to admit. Maybe there were no top hat wearing weirdos with gimmicks like lapel mounted acid sprays disguised as flowers or ancient men from beyond the stars who wore masks of stone and ate people, but exploding doors? That she could believe would happen right on her ass given the chance, and she wasn't keen on giving it said chance.

So it was that Slate would approach with all due caution, senses on high alert awaiting either an ambush or a trap. Once it was clear that the coast was, well, clear, the wolf Faunus would inspect the dried glue and do her best to figure out if it was rigged in any form, and upon discovering that it was so would call out to the policewoman behind her that she would try and tear it apart. Solidified blades of air would form between her knuckles like talons, and she would do her best to cut apart the dried gunk - she didn't need to get all of it off, just enough that the door wasn't glued into its frame. Otherwise, at the first hint of trouble, Slate would call over her new found authority enforcing friend and get her to take a look at it as well, steering well clear of anything that looked remotely like a pressure plate or exploding button.

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There were no traps on the rest of the way to the door, either. Cautious tiptoeing by Officer Swann following in the footsteps of Slate produced no more explosions once the faunus confirmed no threat. It was just a large hunk of super glue attached to a door, hard as stone that needed to be smashed away. It was just that the delay of identifying that there was no threat stalled the process of clearing the supernaturally hardened glue quite significantly. [break][break]


It was funny how that worked, setting up the entire limited supply of traps on the first part of the journey across the cafeteria in order to instill fear. Once that fear was established, there didn’t need to be any more obstacles in the way of the rescuers. Their imagination would invent their own obstacles and cause them to slow down considerably. It slowed them down considerably and bought time for the perpetrators to escape scot free. [break][break]


After about a minute of intermittent blasting and sword swipes from Slate and Officer Swann, the glue was chipped away enough to force the door open. The shivering form of Officer Akvo was there, curled up in a ball to try and retain body heat. The ceiling had some ventilation that was also covered with the glue, so the air circulation had been cut as well. He was conscious but not in the best shape and couldn’t talk due to the bone shivering cold he was enduring. [break][break]


Slate had saved a life that night but had been stalled from the true objective of the people who infiltrated Haven. By the time she came back outside, the deed was done and Van Sange’s house was up in smoke with nary an enemy operator to be found. That being said, one life saved was still one life saved and not something to be looked down upon… especially when the drive to help and the drive to assist led to action rather than the inaction of some of her peers. If nothing else, Slate had ensured that low level legal problems could be erased much more quickly and easily than ever before – because if nothing else she had ensured that two police officers were in her debt. Without her, Akvo would have probably died… and he was keenly aware of that fact and thanked the woman profusely. [break][break]


This was the speck of hope in the face of the unspeakable tragedy that befell Haven. It wasn’t much, but it existed. That might not be enough, but it was all Slate would have to justify her actions in the aftermath and her decision to go do as she did.

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Death Enabled

PHARAOH LEAP CREATES

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[Wolfe]

XP Distribution:

Slate: 15 x 200% (event bonus) = 30

121 + 30 = 151

Wolfe: 28 x 200% (event bonus) = 56

542 + 56 = 598

Slate is furthermore awarded 1EP for participating in the finale, losing out on 1EP due to not posting in the scene setting thread.