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SABL (Ashen Wolf x LittleCloud)

Whatever camaraderie Meg might have felt towards Sable after dealing with Lance began to die almost as soon as it had begun, she thought her offer had been perfectly reasonable (but of course she did), generous even, but if that was the way he wanted to act then. Honest she was starting to feel naive for even thinking that he was going to act in what was obviously in both of their interests when he could simply be a pain instead. Already chiding herself internally for being so foolish, her gaze drifted back to her Scroll, reminding her how she was going to be stuck like this until they finally handed in their assignment.

Why oh why did bad things have to happen to good people?
Meg would of course have plenty of time to ponder the possible karmic implications of all this as the week progressed and she had to adapt to her new frustrating living situation, at the very least she was grateful that their combat teacher had given them enough slack on their leash that certain indignities could be avoided.

She had a feeling however that today that things weren't going to get any better, huntsman and huntress often found themselves spending extend periods away from the comforts of civilisation in the course of their duties as defenders of Remnant and so the academy felt it best that survival training found its way in to the curriculum. Which is why team SABL and the rest of the class found themselves at the edges of a small snowy village (more of a trading post really) with a pair of tents between each team and four packs each filled with everything they would need to survive in the frozen wastes.

"Okay class, listen up!" Their teacher yelled to ensure that her voice reached the back of the gathering where Lilac, seemingly unbothered by the pack that was almost as large as she was, was building a snowman "I want SABL and HNTR on one side, GLNT and WNDA on the other!"

Professor Crimzon swung the enormous axe she wielded one-handed to either side just in case there was any confusion as to who was supposed to be where.

"In your pack each group will find a map that will lead to a marked destination. You are to follow that map, take a photo with your Scroll as proof and then return to this outpost. Do you have any questions?"
 
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They hadn't made especially significant progress on their remedial assignment, and now they were in the farthest place from working on it: outside. Normally, Sable would've loved the opportunity to spread his wings, but the frozen wasteland was not his idea of a good time. And present company was not improving the situationm either, Megara had a mysterious way of being the coldest thing in any given room, but unfortunately, Sable's ability to hang out with anyone was stymied by the second binding that Atlas had somehow shoved him into. He couldn't even remember the last time he had the chance to talk with anyone from SABL, let alone WNDA--with the big shark acting as goalkeeper, not even Wanda or Lilac could shoot their shots!

In any case, it seemed they would not be making any progress on that assignment today, either. It wouldn't be his fault this time either. No, it'd be everyone else's. Sable was no stranger to cold nights with no roofs. Mantle may not have been as frigid as the rest of Atlas by any means, but her streets were still far from a pleasant place for a dirty orphan to dwell in. These Atlesians with their thermally-regulated households? If it weren't for the miracles of aura, there was no doubt in Sable's mind that they'd all be popsicles by now. He'd be a popsicle too, granted, but he'd complain about it less.

"This a race or can I take my time to enjoy the wonderful weather?" Sable asked dryly, ferried to one side of Professor Crimzon along with the rest of his team. He shot a sympathetic look over in the generation of Team WNDA, but as bad as he felt for them, he wasn't complaining about the arrangement. At least it wasn't his team having to deal with the creme de la creme. His team was partnered up with Team HNTR, which he might've found funny if he wasn't the butt of the joke. He didn't really interact with them in any significant capacity, but he could feel the smug aura radiating from their lab coats and top scoring academics. All Atlesians were cut from the same cloth, after all.

"By the way, 10 lien says we get heckled within the first 30 minutes," Sable remarked off-side to Megara.
 
"There's no prizes for completing the assignment early but if you are not back within 48 hours it will be considered a fail." The Professor replied as Wanda caught the look that Sable was throwing her and mimed wrapping a rope around her neck before pulling taught and lolling her head to one side, which while it wasn't going to get her out of having to spend the next two days with GLNT, did seem to be enough for Lance to get the message that she wasn't interested and send him slinking off to try his luck with Nikki.

"15." Meg made a counter offer, somehow eshewing winter gear for her gi and multicoloured coat without shivering in the slightest (the answer involved a lot of money), in constrast both of the HNTR siblings were bound up in enormous winter coats with their hoods pulled up tight around them. She didn't know the other two members of the team beyond what she'd managed to pick up between classes but she still liked her odds and anyway it wasn't really about the money, Megara Aegean had enough of that already, but if she could make Sable poorer then so much the better.

She didn't have much time to enjoy that particular fantasy though as their new partners joined them on their side of the axe swing, the leader of team HNTR also eshewing most of the academy's winter gear for his own coat but apparently doing a much worse job of staying warm if the way he was shaking was anything to go by. Walking beside him a girl who was easily a head taller than him was carrying both his and her own pack with seemingly no difficulty gave the others a silent nod while the siblings brought up the rear in their hefty winter parkas.

"So I guess this means we're working together." Val Helsing spoke, offering one hand to his fellow leader "Before we depart we should make sure we have all the information can. Do any of your team have any kind of transportation semblance?"
 
Sable was, as usual, much more plainly dressed by comparison. One account of not having much in the way of a personal wardrobe, he was yet again stuck with the same sort of uniform gear provided to the Atlesian rank and file. Aftermarket modifications--torn-off patches, his usual gear peaking out from beneath--pulled their weight in distinguishing him from just another one of Atlas' many faceless students.

"I knew you could have a little fun," Sable said like a broken record. Given how many times he'd said the exact same words in the past couple of days, there was no doubt that Meg was getting tired of it--especially because the result was never quite as hopeful as the phrase would lead one to believe. Usually it ended with a lot of exhausting back-and-forth, and not the fun kind either. He eyed the approaching leader. "Here they come. Time to see what their boss has to say."

But rather than what he said, Sable was more concerned with what he did. The faunus stared at the offered hand like it was some type of foreign species, then like it owed him money. His red-eyed gaze flicked upwards, then back. There were a dozen social calculations being solved per second behind his eyes. Atlesians didn't just touch Faunus, after all. 'Specially not unprompted. Immediately suspicious of any angles. Poindexters loved angles, and his team had two of them.

"'Suppose it does," Sable said with his best poker face on. He gave Val's hand a firm shake, hands binding with a clap, and shaking with the tell-tale rustle of winter coats. He'd shaken on it, so he may as well act with good-ish faith. "Unless the place you wanna be driven is crazy, we don't have any of those here. You?"

...Well, Lilac could teleport, but it didn't seem like she could carry much at all when she did.
 
Val shook Sable's hand with none of the sort of vice grip power play that Sable might have been expecting had they been unfortunate enough to be paired with GLNT before turning his head back to look at his team and going mentally through the formality of counting off their abilities in his head, HNTR might have had some powerful semblances between them but none of them were the sort of thing that was straight forwardly useful.

"Looks like we're hoofing it." He said, offering Sable an apologetic smile, slipping his hands back in to his coat pockets and hoping that focusing on his aura would help keep the bitter cold at bay better than his long leather coat.

"I uh...think I've found a route." Henri finally spoke up having been buried in the map more or less since they'd been given their packs, trying very hard not to think about what had happened last time she'd been out in the snow "We can head through the woods. Even if we get lost as long as can find this river we can follow it round and we'll be fine." She explained, showing the map to the two leaders and tracing the path with one gloved hand.

"OR!" Suddenly Lilac was in their midst causing Henri to yelp and drop the map which was quickly snatched up by the energetic girl "We could go over the mountain!" She jabbed excitedly at the map showing a straight line between their current location and the target with only the rocky mountainous terrain between them. "It's way faster!"

Val blinked and looked at the suddenly appearing pink gremlin with bemusement, the girl next to him remaining stoic and sentinel-like beside him, starting to think that maybe Sable hadn't been joking about that whole 'crazy' thing.
 
"Looks like," Sable agreed, tucking his hand in his pocket immediately afterwards. People could play nice. Hell, Sable had been playing nice for weeks now, wearing that devil-may-care smile and wry charm like sheepskin. The other shoe was always looming, just waiting to drop when it was most opportune, and the thing about people way up high? They could stomp really damn hard. He would know. He got hit by the big one's hammer two weeks ago!

Henri's convenient navigational planning yielded a very reasonable solution to their problem, which was fine and all, but Sable could not help but to think about the last time she saw her in that outfit: on her knees, with his cock in her mouth. Granted, that kind of thing couldn't happen with Meg looming over him... Well, it could, but that was a risk he wasn't willing to take at this moment. Then Lilac decided to pipe up.

Lilac was good guide if you wanted to get lost, but sometimes her diversions could reveal an alternative path. He was about two seconds away from bonking the purple girl with the side of his fist, but then he had a revelation, something he wouldn't have thought of had she not chosen that exact moment to cut in with something insane. The corners of Sable's lips perked up. Maybe he could make these Atlesians earn their keep. "We could go through the mountain," Sable suggested, as if it were any less ridiculous than what Lilac had suggested. "You two like holding hands and manipulating terrain, yeah? Just dig a hole through the mountain like it's that video game Lilac likes to play. The one with the blocks."

Admittedly, it was a bit of a long shot, but if it worked, it worked. If they let some limitations slip, that was just more data for later. Let is not be said that Sable was above doing exactly what he expected others of doing.
 
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