Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26198510-20131111062656

The airships roared to life, as Charisma clutched her bag tightly. The training excercise: to spend the weekend in a cabin in the woods with other Beacon students to train against Grimm. She knew they'd have to find their own food, she had done that numerous times before.

Blue and Napoleon stood nearby, Napoleon bitterly folding his arms across his chest, scoffing as he watched Charisma sling her bag over her shoulder. 