Under the crisp afternoon sun in the courtyards commons, there is Gricelda, running as fast as she can. She blazes past fellow pedestrians, weaving her way between humans and faunus as she makes haste. Some poeple watch for moment, others comment, as she zones past them but Gris cared little for whatever they had to say. She had to run... run run run... she had to make it! Running along the sidewalks she looks ahead, her target destination came in view. However, a gaggle of students blocked her route and they all seem oblivious to her presence. Yet instead of trying to halt herself, Gric keeping on running. On boy seemed to notice her out of the corner of his eye, making a small yelping sound as he instinctively pulls his arm over some lady friend of his to protect her. Yet Gris... Gris just smiled as she looks past the crowd... her goal in site.
She was a foot away from the startled boy when Gris leaps into the air, pulls her hands behind her, then pulls herself along a jetstream of wind. Some of the girls shirk and the males stared... but Gris had her eyes on only one prize. As she falls back down, her right foot lands on some poor balding headed bloak in the middle of the crowd and uses his cranium as a leverage point to make her next bounce. She leaps off the bald boy's head and rides another powerful gust of wind with her semblance. She could hear the poor bloke exclaim "Blimey" as makes a herione-like landing into the concrete just in front of her final destination: The Ice Cream Van!
Yeah... some would think all that effort was overly excessive for some frozen dairy product but... she was not here for any bland ice cream. She wasn't even a fan of ice cream! No... she was here for a one of a kind favored ice cream that one can find no where else in all of Remnant... BACON FLAVORED ICE CREAM! Thats right... bacon... flavored... ICE CREAM! She had it before the last time the ice cream van was here in the commons and it was simply divine!
"One Pokey's bacon flavored ice cream sprinkled with bacon bits please!" squeals the excitable wolf faunus, her hands clawing at the counter. The man behind said counter stares at her, then looks to the rowdy crowd behind Gris who didn't appreciate her cutting in line. The man however shrugged and handed her the frozen treat. Gris threw lien at the man's face as she spins on her heel and begins to trek through the crowd, most of them not pleased with her leaping over all of them and cutting them in line.
"Hey! You... you can't just cut in line like that! We been waiting like twenty-"
Whoever this human girl was, Gris didn't let her finish as she held up her left palm and unleashed a powerful gust of wind into the crowd. Some of the people collapsed and fell over one another, some trying to protect their face while maintaining their balance, and some of the ladies wearing skirts tried to hold their skirts down as to not reveal their undergarments to the public. As they all tried to recover, Gris walks her way through the newly created pathway, undoing the wrapper of the that a a cute piggy for a mascot. After strolling past all of the students who are now angerly murmuring far behind her and resume their queue, Gricelda undoes the wrapper and lets it fly off into the otherwise spotless common grounds.
She marvels at the crystalline bits of finely minced bacon garnishing a pale pink ice cream in the vague shape of a comical pig head, attached to a popicicle stick so that her hands have something to hold onto. Gricelda wags her tail happily and smacks her lips, gingerly opening her mouth to take her first delicate bite when she catches sight of someone... someone she had least expected to see her. Gricelda was caught so off guard that she lowers her bacony ice cream treat, when then slips off its stick and lands onto the ground with a wet plop. But... Gris did not care for she had her eyes set on a new, yet familiar target.
"Its you! Oh didn't think I would see your friendly face ever again! Least of all here! Oh I am so HAPPY to see you~" muses the wolf faunus, raising her arms and dropping the popsicle stick that lands with soft clink. She waddles up and gives her old friend from the White Fang the strongest hug as she could muster.
She was a foot away from the startled boy when Gris leaps into the air, pulls her hands behind her, then pulls herself along a jetstream of wind. Some of the girls shirk and the males stared... but Gris had her eyes on only one prize. As she falls back down, her right foot lands on some poor balding headed bloak in the middle of the crowd and uses his cranium as a leverage point to make her next bounce. She leaps off the bald boy's head and rides another powerful gust of wind with her semblance. She could hear the poor bloke exclaim "Blimey" as makes a herione-like landing into the concrete just in front of her final destination: The Ice Cream Van!
Yeah... some would think all that effort was overly excessive for some frozen dairy product but... she was not here for any bland ice cream. She wasn't even a fan of ice cream! No... she was here for a one of a kind favored ice cream that one can find no where else in all of Remnant... BACON FLAVORED ICE CREAM! Thats right... bacon... flavored... ICE CREAM! She had it before the last time the ice cream van was here in the commons and it was simply divine!
"One Pokey's bacon flavored ice cream sprinkled with bacon bits please!" squeals the excitable wolf faunus, her hands clawing at the counter. The man behind said counter stares at her, then looks to the rowdy crowd behind Gris who didn't appreciate her cutting in line. The man however shrugged and handed her the frozen treat. Gris threw lien at the man's face as she spins on her heel and begins to trek through the crowd, most of them not pleased with her leaping over all of them and cutting them in line.
"Hey! You... you can't just cut in line like that! We been waiting like twenty-"
Whoever this human girl was, Gris didn't let her finish as she held up her left palm and unleashed a powerful gust of wind into the crowd. Some of the people collapsed and fell over one another, some trying to protect their face while maintaining their balance, and some of the ladies wearing skirts tried to hold their skirts down as to not reveal their undergarments to the public. As they all tried to recover, Gris walks her way through the newly created pathway, undoing the wrapper of the that a a cute piggy for a mascot. After strolling past all of the students who are now angerly murmuring far behind her and resume their queue, Gricelda undoes the wrapper and lets it fly off into the otherwise spotless common grounds.
She marvels at the crystalline bits of finely minced bacon garnishing a pale pink ice cream in the vague shape of a comical pig head, attached to a popicicle stick so that her hands have something to hold onto. Gricelda wags her tail happily and smacks her lips, gingerly opening her mouth to take her first delicate bite when she catches sight of someone... someone she had least expected to see her. Gricelda was caught so off guard that she lowers her bacony ice cream treat, when then slips off its stick and lands onto the ground with a wet plop. But... Gris did not care for she had her eyes set on a new, yet familiar target.
"Its you! Oh didn't think I would see your friendly face ever again! Least of all here! Oh I am so HAPPY to see you~" muses the wolf faunus, raising her arms and dropping the popsicle stick that lands with soft clink. She waddles up and gives her old friend from the White Fang the strongest hug as she could muster.
