[This does not go with tea at all but this story calls for the unhealthiest of radioactive orange cheese snack, he thinks. But he also doesn't want Break to have to conjure them one at a time now, after what he's just seen. It's not exactly the sort of thing that lends itself to a whimsical magic state of mind.
He doesn't really wait for an answer, rifling through the pantry as Break puts on a pot of tea. He finds some spicy nacho chips instead, and settles on those as he perches on the chair by the window, munching on his chips like a particularly disgruntled badger.]
It was a clever plan, on Salem's part. She knew her people would be outnumbered if they went after the tower directly. So they found a way to put on a spectacle, instead. Knowing the panic would draw enough Grimm to overrun the whole city.
[There's a level of embarrassment to it, too. Even knowing the broader scope of the picture now, it was his job to find out Salem's plans before they could be put into place. It was foolish to carry on with the Vytal Festival as though nothing had happened to Fall, as though there hadn't been a recent intruder to Beacon. And Ironwood's fleet had just handed her all the more means to spread fear and panic on a silver platter.
He looks up at Break as he arrives with the tea, before sighing again, staring into his own older reflection in the cup.]
...Ruby and Yang were only first-years, when it all went down. Yang lost her arm in the battle.
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[This does not go with tea at all but this story calls for the unhealthiest of radioactive orange cheese snack, he thinks. But he also doesn't want Break to have to conjure them one at a time now, after what he's just seen. It's not exactly the sort of thing that lends itself to a whimsical magic state of mind.
He doesn't really wait for an answer, rifling through the pantry as Break puts on a pot of tea. He finds some spicy nacho chips instead, and settles on those as he perches on the chair by the window, munching on his chips like a particularly disgruntled badger.]
It was a clever plan, on Salem's part. She knew her people would be outnumbered if they went after the tower directly. So they found a way to put on a spectacle, instead. Knowing the panic would draw enough Grimm to overrun the whole city.
[There's a level of embarrassment to it, too. Even knowing the broader scope of the picture now, it was his job to find out Salem's plans before they could be put into place. It was foolish to carry on with the Vytal Festival as though nothing had happened to Fall, as though there hadn't been a recent intruder to Beacon. And Ironwood's fleet had just handed her all the more means to spread fear and panic on a silver platter.
He looks up at Break as he arrives with the tea, before sighing again, staring into his own older reflection in the cup.]
...Ruby and Yang were only first-years, when it all went down. Yang lost her arm in the battle.