Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-24530736-20160411172540/@comment-27743663-20160412061948

(Nowhere near close. New York is probably similar enough, right?)

Grau stood from his spot, one second walking through the halls of Beacon running an errand and the next on top of some trash. He looked down, noting he was inside a dumpster, and jumped out with a bland expression as he dusted himself off.

He reached up to push his glasses further up his nose, but felt air as his hand pressed against nothing. So his glasses had fallen off somewhere in his landing. Unfortunate. He looked around, taking in the new sights and information provided by his new "companions." Though that word felt a bit too strong in his opinion.

"As I recall, I appeared here after a blinding white flash consumed my vision," began Grau as he fiddled with his gloves, "assuming the same can be said for the rest of you, and everything else happening thus far, perhaps it's safe to say we're no longer on Remnant."

He flexed his gloved hand a bit after he was done, a small spark of fire lighting from them, followed by a light crystallization of ice. So dust still worked, as did his aura it seemed. Those were reassuring thoughts, given everything else happening. He'd try out his semblance later at a more opportune time.

"As for the former portion of that question, while this may only be a theory, I believe we may have been dragged here by someone. As for whom and for what reason, I've no idea."