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Hunter-Killers, as a whole, were not usually ones to ask for help. People came to THEM for help, they did not go looking for it themselves.

However...

There were situations that even a Hunter-Killer did not want to face alone. For that, there were fireteams. Most HKs operated in groups of 4 for that very reason.

And for the ones that went beyond that...sometimes, you had to grit your teeth, swallow your pride, and go ask for the help of someone bigger than yourself. In this particular case, as Ash noted dryly to himself, bigger both politically AND physically. 

And so, here he stood, upon the landing pad of the private mansion of the Lord Protector of Vale as his ride took off behind him to head back to the Spirit of Ice, wondering if he should just go up and knock or if he should call first. 

Well...he was probably recognizable to the staff, he had been here at least once...

Knock.

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Things in Vale after the event now called “The Fall of Beacon” had been rocky for a while, but through hard work things had smoother if just a bit. What remained of the council following the tragedy had pulled themselves together and were attempting to lead things back to something much more stable and how it was before. Which is what brings Ms. Goodwitch to the council building

They had a meeting coming up soon and Glynda had a meeting with the Lord Protector of the Lord of the Chamber of Lords to talk some things over before the meeting itself.

“WELCOME VISITORS. CORDELIA AMARANTH IS CURRENTLY OCCUPIED. TO OPTIMIZE THE ADMIN’S USE OF TIME, PLEASE STATE YOUR INQUIRY TO BE EVALUATED AND PRIORITIZED.”

The Faunus would be relieved to find the carpet was plush enough to soften her fall to harmless aside from the thwump of a body hitting the ground. However instead of letting out the laughter, Octavius held back the tide of levity and knelt down to offer her a hand up. Lips very much curled back.