[OPENING] magical training log

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Who: Brie, whichever newbies want to show up.
Where: The beach.
When: Day 4
Open/Closed: OTA

[It's about noon on the island, based on the position of the sun. The newbies have had a few days to settle in, but that doesn't mean they've fully mastered their newfound abilities.

As much stock as Genette puts into telepathy, Brie is more concerned about their other newfound gifts. She's aggressively tried to wrangle as many newbies as possible onto the sandy shores of the beachfront area for some magic practice.

She's got a list of everyone's magic -- only a few vague notes, limitations are for you to discover -- and she's handing out missions for magic training. If you want to participate? Feel free. If you don't? Suit yourself.

But understanding your magic isn't just an activity that benefits the group. Learning your magic's abilities may be what stands between you and survival, which is something she makes perfectly clear.]

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[drunkle]

[ Qrow isn't the occupant of the house, but he does seem to just manifest from around the corner. Was he there all along or did he just appear out of nowhere? ]

Shouldn't you be training instead of fraternizing?

[ Says the guy who's enjoying his flask right now. ]

[burnblonde]

[Yang jumps. Why? She's not sure--she's not DOING anything wrong.]

What? You want me to blow up huts without checking to see if there are people inside them. That seems pretty irresponsible.

[Especially between her dad and Qrow, both men telling her to be more mature or whatever. Beat, she rests a hand on her hip.]

Are you following me? How long have you been there?

[drunkle]

I can be anywhere I want.

[ Little does Yang know that he means this in the most literal sense. Truth is, he had been testing out his own new power, which gives him the ability to disappear and reappear somewhere else. ]

So that's what you're doing, then? Blowing up houses?

[ Huh... ]

[burnblonde]

It's my assignment apparently.

[Why she couldn't blow up something else she wasn't sure. Did she actually get anything for completing the task? She hadn't thought to ask.]

Not all of the huts are being used...so I guess they can spare a few being knocked down.

[drunkle]

I see... well, don't let me stop you from doing your "assignment".

By the way, you're not rooming with anybody, are you?

[ No, he's not asking if they can be roomies, he's just doing the overprotective uncle thing. You know. Because Yang isn't an adult!! ]

[burnblonde]

Thanks. [Yang's response is dry and she knocks again.] Doesn't seem like anyone is in this one.

[She pauses. Was he--no, no way.]

Really? I just said I'm going to blow up some huts and your concern is whether I'm rooming with someone or not? That's what you want to talk about right now?

[She wasn't of course. She'd just gotten here and hardly knew anyone. It wasn't like Beacon where they were assigned teams to room with. But that wasn't the point and, actually, considering dorms were co-ed in Beacon depending on the team his concern seemed even stranger. Looks like her uncle has rustled some feathers there.]

[drunkle]

[ Trust a crow to ruffle some feathers. As for him, he doesn't see the big deal in asking, though Branwens have never been known for their tact. ]

What, is it a bad time or something? Should I wait until you blow more things up?

[burnblonde]

No...I mean it's just an unexpected question from you. I'm not, by the way, but why would it matter if I were?

[She hadn't even thought about it, seeing as all of these people were complete strangers to her and even with hut destruction there were still plenty of places to sleep.]

[drunkle]

Do I have to spell it out? You're not in Beacon anymore, let alone Remnant. It wouldn't be wrong, but it does matter who you trust here.

[burnblonde]

[She hadn't thought of it like that, although that somehow makes the question even more annoying. Did he take her for an idiot that he would even have to ask? Of course, she hadn't exactly helped the matter by dragging out the fact that she wasn't. Yang sighed, looking a little irritated.]

I'm not an idiot. I'm not going to just start sharing space with people I don't even know.

[drunkle]

Heh! Of course you're not an idiot - you're just a reckless teen.

[burnblonde]

[Yang decided she was done with this conversation now. It was time to get back to her task.]

Well...it looks like no one's home and there isn't a name on the door. I'm going to chalk this one up as empty.