Over the past few days the school had seemingly been subject to a mild spider infestation, webs in groups of three had begun appearing in rooms. The first trio had appeared in the first floor girls lavatories; one near a roof on the left, another near the waste paper bin on the right and the third hidden in the centre-most stall. These would have been destroyed rather quickly, be it by cleaners or an arachnophobic. Next was the training area but again, these would be quickly destroyed. Combat would leave the spider webs devastated. The lecture hall was probably one of the more obvious ones, a large web had hung in the corner of the room. Another connected to one of the desks, and a third to inner wall next to the doorway. The main one in the centre was the most obvious of the placed webs, but even then one would have to stare quite long and hard at it in order to see the hidden message. The letters W and F were almost structured into the webbing, in obvious reference to the White Fang. In the one by the door was today's date in numbers along with the number 1300, as in 1 pm, but the one attached to the desk was more confusing to look at and would require a little bit of studying and understanding of Bellmuse.
When looked at from the right angle this web would show two twirled horns, that of a ram, and a large tear-drop shape in the centre. Ace's Way was one of the smaller streets in Bellmuse, home to only a couple small houses and tiny shops... but in the middle of the street was a fountain coupled with a water fixture, a faunus man with a set of ram's horns. He himself looked to be a hunter, his arms extended outward, water flowed from jets in his palms into the stone basin that surrounded him as if he were using some form of water conjuration. It was thought that he was one of the first to come to the island, though information was sparse on the man. Regardless he had somehow earned himself a statue, it was a lesser known anomaly throughout the island.
To say Charlotte was nervous would be an understatement. Sitting in front of the water fixture, a large tartan blanket beneath her, she had a small picnic basket full of various foodstuffs. Nibbling at a tuna and cucumber sandwich, she attempted to remain calm. Of course she had been the one to put up the cobwebs, a few more than the ones she was reflecting on even. Those were simply the most obvious of the lot, she had hidden them well on airships and littered three across the dormitory area. In the event that someone had found out and implicated her in some kind of white fang conspiracy Charlotte could pretty simply shrug it off, she lived nearby... but the though did still send a shiver down her spine. She attempted to focus more on her food, putting down the sandwich to retrieve a flask and pouring herself a cup of tea. The street was quiet, as it naturally was. A few shops were open but there weren't many patrons walking around.
When looked at from the right angle this web would show two twirled horns, that of a ram, and a large tear-drop shape in the centre. Ace's Way was one of the smaller streets in Bellmuse, home to only a couple small houses and tiny shops... but in the middle of the street was a fountain coupled with a water fixture, a faunus man with a set of ram's horns. He himself looked to be a hunter, his arms extended outward, water flowed from jets in his palms into the stone basin that surrounded him as if he were using some form of water conjuration. It was thought that he was one of the first to come to the island, though information was sparse on the man. Regardless he had somehow earned himself a statue, it was a lesser known anomaly throughout the island.
To say Charlotte was nervous would be an understatement. Sitting in front of the water fixture, a large tartan blanket beneath her, she had a small picnic basket full of various foodstuffs. Nibbling at a tuna and cucumber sandwich, she attempted to remain calm. Of course she had been the one to put up the cobwebs, a few more than the ones she was reflecting on even. Those were simply the most obvious of the lot, she had hidden them well on airships and littered three across the dormitory area. In the event that someone had found out and implicated her in some kind of white fang conspiracy Charlotte could pretty simply shrug it off, she lived nearby... but the though did still send a shiver down her spine. She attempted to focus more on her food, putting down the sandwich to retrieve a flask and pouring herself a cup of tea. The street was quiet, as it naturally was. A few shops were open but there weren't many patrons walking around.