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</div></div><br/>She moved with purpose - though what purpose was it that drove her so? She barely realized where she was going before her surrounding changed to darkness; footing turned to hard tile and marble slabs. The cold on her fingertips as her hand pressed against the weapon locker, her other hand punching in her code. 42-42-564 whenever you want to knock on death’s door… it was an old rhyme she’d heard as a child and it had always stuck with her. The hammer bolts slid back with a heavy ‘keh-thunk’ as it slid free and released the door. Karmyne seemed to come back to herself then as the door pushed open just enough that the inner lights spilled into the room and brought her out of her rage.<br/><br/>Her hand moved slowly across the metal surface and she wanted so much to absorb that chill into her being. Why had she … why was she… anger all around her. What was it that burned her so inside? Was it because she’d been so blind sided by how it was here and how it should have been? Was it because she’d let both herself and her teammates down? Drawn attention from ruthless classmates who - for the life of her she could not understand why they had focused in on her like that? Since the end of the initiation she’d felt like they had something against her. Was she just being self conscious?<br/><br/>Around and around her mind kept spinning - had she done the right thing? Had she been mistaken even coming here? All these students seemed to have gone to primary huntsmen school and yet here she was no proper study under her belt. She couldn’t take this anymore! She yanked back the locker door - she needed silence - her hand found the handle to her Golden Thorn - she needed resolution.<br/><br/>She turned away from the vault lifting the sword to rest the dull edge along her shoulder as she made for an arena room. Once inside she lifted her sword and rested it against the wall then bent at the waist and untied her boots then yanked them off freeing her feet from boot and sock in one swift move then yanked her sword up again. She walked into the center of the room and stood placing sword in front of her hands laid lightly on the hilt while molten golden eyes brimmed with tears and shut to the view before her.<br/><br/>She would not cry … 3<br/>She would not relent … 2<br/>She would conquer herself … 1<br/><br/>It was the heat she always felt first - the crackle of it along her flesh - and then the tingle until finally she felt… split … disconnect.<br/><br/>When molten golden eyes opened it was as though she were looking at a mirror. The exact replica of herself standing and facing her, the same stance, the same motions, the exact same sword. This was her normal training sequence. To fight with herself. They both lifted their swords simultaneously and jumped for one another; mirrored as they clashed in the center.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FUWoWHm1.jpg%3F1&amp;hash=a525354b7c3db3ec96c7f2388af0cc1f" title="UWoWHm1.jpg">
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</div></div><br/>Nekro was completely lost in thought while Robin slipped away and went for food - Akena had dragged Shiro off and then been left. Nekro on the other hand couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something extremely wrong with that other team. When Karmyne had caught Warren’s fist he’d seemed… enraged further - I mean shit he would be to if a dandy lady like Karmyne had stopped his punch too.<br/><br/>But something else had been behind that anger! He just knew it … Moment lost - thought vanished as suddenly the DELICIOUS smell of meat entered his perimeter. Crimson eyes flicked to Robin’s overly piled plate and a growl came up in his stomach. Oh yeah he should get something for food other than gummy bears. He continued to eye Robin’s plate until the other man was otherwise distracted and quick as lightning his hand would shoot out snatch the meat from one of his dogs and yank it back to his side. He shoved it into his mouth whole and sat with chubby cheeks chewing vigorously. This was a trick he’d learned from his little sister - she was a sneaky little thing if nothing else. Smirking through his full mouth if anyone looked at him and continued to nom as Akena walked back over. He was watching while Robin removed his wards but other wise seemed content to nom through his meat full mouth and just listen to whatever the pair of them had to say.<br/><br/>Even after Robin asked about who had caused the issue he seemed at first content to just smile and chew until finally - he swallowed and cleared his throat to speak.<br/><br/>“Ass hats from Team WRTH talked smack down to Karmyne because she accidentally bumped into that two toned gal Ryko. So I’m guessing Shiro felt some sorta chivalry spike and decided to try and get them in trouble? Maybe trying to protect Karmynes honor or pay them back for being asses?” He shrugged “Iunno the lot of you are sorta strange to me. People in Menagerie are more sensible than the lot of you seem to be…” He shrugged again and started to nom on more Gummy Bears though his crimson eyes wandered over Robin’s food.