Mistral's Resident Urban Ninja

“Suppose ya got a point there, Prof.”

Raising a spray paint-covered hand, Choon-Hee scratched at the top of her hat. The street artist really did think that Tsuyi could do better than her, although a bigger part of it was that she was more than a little afraid of what would happen if things didn’t work out. The team might fall apart.

“But still, th’ last thing either of us ‘re worryin’ about is romance. ya know?”

“As it should be,” Ozpin smirks, “…However, you should be focusing more on being with your team–even if you are shy about your feelings towards your leader. She needs to be aware that she can still trust you, Miss Choon-Hee.” 

“Haha, not really, kid. I’m more of a street artist, ya could say. Tagging, rap battles, underground shit, you name it!”

“Skate parks, huh? Those’re always good places to start.” Choon-Hee tapped her chin as she thought for a brief moment. It was always better to start small in a new town, then start to work your way up, after all.

Karma stopped in the middle of the street as she saw… Obviously a girl but her style, the since on how she carried herself and her hair. It was like someone socked her in the stomach as she stared at the woman. Was she staring too long? Now the girl was coming over to her, oh great, don’t act like an idiot. 

Choon-Hee was in the middle of going through her Scroll, mapping out places to perform, when she happened to look up and notice someone staring at her. The mask she wore lit up to display a Mistrali dragon style mouth, which turned up into a grin. Putting her Scroll away, the street artist strode over, the grin still on her mask. When she spoke, it moved to sync with her lips.

“Nah, nah, I’m just scoutin’ out where to hold my next gig! Why, you a fan?”

@teneus continued from here;

Proud of herself for getting a laugh out of Beacon’s headmaster, Choon-Hee stuck her hands in her jacket pockets and leaned to the side. She’d always heard that getting much of a reaction out of Oz was something of an ordeal, so she could now say she had a leg up.

“C’mon Prof, we both know she’s too bizzay for that romance shizz. ‘sides, she’s can do better ’n me any day o’ the week, ya dig?”

“Is that her excuse?” Oz laughs, “She’s not as busy as you might think–just awkward around those that are more extroverted than she.” 

“Suppose ya got a point there, Prof.”

Raising a spray paint-covered hand, Choon-Hee scratched at the top of her hat. The street artist really did think that Tsuyi could do better than her, although a bigger part of it was that she was more than a little afraid of what would happen if things didn’t work out. The team might fall apart.