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But last time I reblogged one ten/fifteen minutes later I got a call offering me a job

But I reblogged it because I was waiting on hearing back from the job. So there you go.

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Yet another fight comes to a conclusion in this year’s Vale Tournament. The cheers and jeers fill the arena. Indeed, the day was filled with great joy and spirit. From food to fight, to gifts and sundries, the tourism and academy students - those hunters and huntresses to be - had nothing short of an amazing day. Now comes the time to rest, where visitors return to their hotels and Beacon students and residents return to their dorms and homes. Night falls on this warm night.

However, an unusually cold fog rolls onto Beacon grounds. In its wake, the ground and air frost over, growing cold and painful to the skin. A lone man stands within the fog. He is visible but for a moment, and then, he fades away with the fog. What guards that do see him - or the fog - are left with more questions than answers. The only remaining bit of evidence of that man’s existence is the continuing chill in the air and the frozen grounds.