Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20140218013938/@comment-24296957-20140221222843

"And with that, team, I bid farewell.  Arro, keep sparring, work on that move I talked to you about.  Roy, make sure nothing goes wrong.  Midori, make sure to keeps those tactics running.  I'm leaving you in charge." Amet gave bows to his team, confident in their abilities. This is the first official time he left the team for other pursuits, but he knew it wouldn't be the last.

Amet checked his new-found scroll, given to him by Goodwitch. He found her very reasonable towards his situation, giving him an unsettling feeling, but nonetheless relieved. It has just finished synching and downloading the mission details. Walking back to the main hall, Amet scrutinized the details.

This village had been attacked multiple times by an undiscovered species of Grimm. Either that, or the Grimm was undisclosed information - Amet still felt like Ozpin had something up his sleeve. From Amet's knowledge and personal experience, however, Grimm don't attack for livestock or destroy buildings just for the fun of it. Grimm went after humans, so far as he knew. Amet couldn't help but wonder what was at hand. This is a big variable at play, Amet thought, ''it could easily throw off plans. Hmm...I guess we'll just have to see.''

Amet walked into the sparring locker room, checked his dust balls, refilled, and drew Fenice. He checked it's condition, the sharpness of the blade, and grabbed his personal whet stone. Amet sheathed the weapon, ensuring the strap was tightly secured around his back. He slid on an extra pouch onto his bandoleer, checked himself in the mirror, and began to walk back to the main hall.

"Better be there early.  I've got a date to impress."