#invernc

Jaune couldn’t keep himself from pacing across the main entrance of the manor. After both teams had caught each other up on the last couple of days, and he helped Ren get Nora back to a bed, he didn’t know what to do with himself. As much as he wanted to talk to them both about everything, he knew they needed to have a serious conversation by themselves first. 

Trying to come up with a plan to handle everything was just getting more and more complicated. Mantle. Atlas. Penny. Ironwood. Salem. He still wasn’t quiet sure what to do about Emerald yet either. If he could just get some food and some rest so he could think clearly...

The front door swinging open snapped him out of his thoughts. Hand on his sword, he spun around to face it. Seeing Weiss’ sister, he could only assume the worst at this point.

     it  sounded  like  a  childish  dream,  to  simply  ask  for  acknowledgement  of  her  development  not  just  as  a  person,  but  as  a  huntress.      the  one  thing  she  convinced  herself  that  she  could  never  do,  she  trained  &&  overcame  that  hurdle ... now  the  biggest  part  of  her  arsenal.      but  the  one  thing  that  she  was  told  from  certain  people  was  to  build  her  own  fate,  to  not  let  others  dictate  what  she  can  &&  can’t  do ... well,  she  wished  she  could  say  that  about  those  certain  people.

That is, that was the initial thought before he found himself clinging onto dear life on a wyvern. He’s too high to get a soft landing, even with the use of his semblance. Hopefully, the thing will just crash into the ground or some- A railgun round cleaves the Grimm’s head off, sending Silas into a turbulent spiral through the air until he crashes off the side of a Manta flight ship. The mercenary nearly bounces and skips off the top of the aircraft, but hangs on as his blade pierces the plane’s hull.