<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wCJyKsi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Welkin Graham<br/><strong>Team:</strong>WMTT<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Restaurant<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Luna, Mori, Ship, Grimm<br/><br/>Spending time among friends was great. From lunch to back on the ferry, he had mainly spent it with them or a bit of ‘training’. Revving Hope up and ensuring the mechanics of both modes worked and were up to combat par meant that he’d have a full hand in either relaxation or duty. He wouldn’t be one to slack off though, kind of patrolling the ferry and making sure there were no threats every so often. Maybe it was silly, but it was best he was alert and ready to defend the boat until they were at their destination. Of course curfew came, and he was soon sleeping in his bed, wanting nothing more than an easy night before the trials to come. Sadly, rest would never actually happen. He dreamt of family, briefly. Of working long nights in his families restaurant! And then suddenly feeling rushed as a guest came in, someone in a flowing, elegant gown. He tried to make the best meal he could, but before it could be tasted he woke up. The sounds of shouts and people getting up were disheartening, and as one hand fumbled for his blade, the other fumbled for a jacket that was hastily thrown on. He followed the others to the disturbance, and went even more silent as he saw the serpents and the...Woman. It was a woman, right? She looked like one, but could not actually be one. This wasn’t a grimm, and he actually felt a bit nervous. Instinctively he’d kind of put himself between the thing and his allies, though he did not stand too far from them. His fingers nervously fiddled with the grip of Hope in shotgun form, slowly aiming it at the general direction of the woman and the monsters... And held it there, still showing trigger discipline. He also said nothing, far too concerned about what she actually could be.