Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-17970636-20151110184818/@comment-24304510-20151111093014

Cam turned around from the door as the medic addressed him. "Fine, I'm...fine." His hand subconsciously went to the back his neck again, massaging his aching muscles. It wasn't painful, just sore. "Cam Wells. Beacon Student, first year." As the others in the room began to awaken, Cam noticed that he'd seen them around the academy's campus. So most of them were students, was that just a coincidence? Or were they in Mistral for a reason? Had Kalter been accompanying them in some kind of Grimm att-

There went his head. A pounding headache started to form as Cam dug through his memories for answers. Pushing the thoughts aside seemed to help as the pain receded. The past could wait for a while. He needed to live in the moment right now. Striding back to where he had dropped the machete, the former mercenary retrieved it from its unceremonious position on the floor. He looked it over for a moment. It seemed to be sturdy in make, and even had a chamber for Dust in the hilt, though it was obviously empty. It wasn't Broken Crown, but it would do for now.

"Stay here and check out the others, Kalter, see if they need any help. I'm going to sweep the perimeter. I won't go far, just need to check the immediate area around this building."

After that assurance to everyone in the room that he wasn't going far and would be right back, Cam gripped the machete tightly and edged through the front doors of the warehouse, using his mercenary instincts to look for clues and his Aura to sense for Grimm.