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Super-Earth
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- Sep 12, 2022
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?"
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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