Team PALE: Grimm Beginnings

The story I'm about to tell you is about me, Pearle Bengali, and my team, Team PALE. To preface, there will be many dead Grimm, living legends, and lots of borderline offensive jokes. Lots. And this is just the origin story. You have been warned.

Chapter 1: Weirdly Awkward Introductions

"Jeez! Couldn't we start initiation somewhere larger... And cleaner!?" Some chick with dark green hair and an attitude problem complains as she pushes her way through the cramped locker room. I can't blame her though, she has a point. I can't hardly take a step without pushing someone. I finish checking PR's sharpness, my nickname for my weapons, Purgatory's Reckoning. My twin war axes, blades beautifully shaped to resemble half moons. And when I click them into their second form, my double barrel combat shotgun, its glorious. Anyway, as I finished my weapons check, I close my locker and throw my hood up. It felt like hours waiting for my initiation into Beacon. The crowd went from packed, to half, and then to a quarter. Then my group was called. I scanned the prospects as we all walked up a ramp to a troop carrier. The green haired girl from earlier had to wait too huh? She was carrying an emerald bow and a quiver filled with matching arrows. There was also a purple haired girl bouncing on her toes like she couldn't sit still. A few more impressive looking weapons, scowling guys, and weird looks later, and I saw her. Red hair, wide eyes, and an expression that looked as if it said "If one more guy winks at me, I swear I'll roast them alive."