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Lye paused tilting her head back and forth, seemingly taking a moment to think. 

So I thought, “What would Mona look like if Roman had found her instead of Safyra?” Basically swapping Neo’s role with Mona instead. And... ta-da!

After Mona was killed during the Battle of Beacon, everyone's plans changed.

For months, Persy, Safyra, and Rudolph were trapped together in Vale, Persy straining her semblances to make everyone calm and complacent, Safyra being too afraid and anxious to leave and keeping an iron grip on Rudolph (either physically or mentally depending on what semblance she has idk).

Rudolph eventually found his way out and travelled back to Atlas where he rejoined his old gang and is currently trying to reform it from a terrorist group to a freedom-fighting team.

Safyra stumbled upon Mona's ghost and found peace and acceptance. Persy and Safyra were found by a group of Hunters and brought back to civilization. Persy and Safyra both got haircuts, Safyra's nearly gone, and they decided to go to therapy together before moving on to help start up an orphanage in Mantle in Mona's memory, with the money left to Persy from her mother's will. They are currently still setting the orphanage up.

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Tsubaki stood on the stage of Beacon’s empty auditorium and took a deep breath as the jazz piano played before stepping up to the mike.

“Why so down tonight? Just another day that didn’t go your way? Well, don’t you make a sigh. Just take my hand, Don’t toss and turn. Let’s just lie a–”

Lye had managed to not doze off on the long train ride, even with how fast the trains were known to be even they could only reach their farthest stations so fast. Normally she would have tried to barrow the family truck, though with the tourist season picking up the restaurant was rather busy. Her ears perked up at the announcement of the approaching station, in this moment she realized she was one of the only people in the train car. Yawning she stood stretching her arms over her head, before hoisting the box she had brought along with her. Inside were the jams and candles she had originally intended to bring, along with various items her parents and siblings had individually decided that should be sent to Sol.

Being a professional hunter didn’t mean you were immune to injury, despite how boastful he could be Van did make mistakes more often than he’d like to admit. Today was one of those days, it was a tougher job than the mission statement had let on. He was exhausted, he finished the mission well enough despite the explosion of dust he had gotten mixed up in. So, now he was finally stood in front of the door of his flat more than ready to crash on his bed if he made it far enough. His muscles ached as he enter, the adrenaline beginning to wear making the scrapes and cuts on his skin apparent. He lazily stripped off his singed tailcoat onto the floor of the entryway, before he could move onto his books his ears short up at the sound of movement. He paused hand finding his bat as he quietly made his way into his flat, had someone seriously chose today of all days to break into his house? The thought seriously pissed him off, he doesn’t know if he was more pissed or relieved coming upon the unexpected guest in his kitchen.

Méline wore an off the shoulder sundress, black with an intricate lace overlay to maintain her Gothic aesthetic. Her general appearance was a stark contrast to her rather timid demeanor, the dark make up and piercings hit the nerves that bubbled in her stomach the moment she was face with a new social interaction.

She glanced up from her book surprised at the unfamiliar voice, this girl despite not being a member of the theater was around quite frequently though she stuck to herself mostly.

"Oh, that'll be an interesting match."

"By the way, have you played Volleyball before?"