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Captain Saul “Sunny” Shrike - @rwbypilotboi

Grisley Rinoe - @ursinereaver

Doctor Marin Azul - @doc-azul

The Pickled Griffon / Smarag Zanadu - @thepickledgriffon

In order: 1. Rose Umber 2. Nabee Aconitum 3. Mauve Lovgrob

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Cordelia Amaranth - @ballisticblush

Espal Ghillie - @espal-ghillie​

Yatsuhashi Daichi - @cfvyatsu​

Krystal Mookai | Oeric Hemacovel | Beryl Bemidji | Eirwen Cerussa

@team-kobe​ - Primary Blog

Professor Blair Finnian snored as she slept at her desk, a little bit of drool leaking out of her mouth. She had gotten through grading an entire class’ exams and felt she earned a nap. However, she had forgotten that these were her office hours and she had left the door open. The terrier faunus was startled awake by a knock on the door, scattering papers everywhere before calming down and trying to salvage whatever professional dignity she had left.

The party was still going on strong mostly full of people too drunk to want to go home yet and the occasional sober friend or newcomer.

Lye had noticed when Eirwen started avoiding her, which was why she drank more than she usually would. She didn't want to ruin the mood by being so sad, so she started drinking to loosen up. Apparently it worked seeing as the moment she spotted Eirwen she quite literally threw herself at him, a faint pink transfer from her lips to his from her lipgloss.

The sound of the bell immediately had the faunus’ ears perking up. Crystalline eyes quickly shifted towards the entrance and he pushed his goggles up. Pulling his gloves off, he set them upon the work bench before making his way to the desk.

“¡Pa’ su mecha!”

Laura swore as she stomped through the brush into a clearing. With two exams and a paper due in a few days, it had been a pretty stressful week for the girl. So, she needed to let off some steam. But, since the training rooms were all booked, she had to make due with her second favorite way to relax; painting her nails. But, it didn’t seem to be helping today. She kept getting nail polish on her skin, messing up the coating, and the smell of acetone was starting to burn her nose from how many times she had to restart. It got to the point where she was just. so. mad. that she’d probably shoot the next thing that bothered her.