She couldn't believe it. It had seriously happened again.
Stood looking at the ruins of her armor, Pyrrha couldn't believe she had broken her armor again. This had to be the second, if not third time this year. The first few had been minor accidents caused on Beacon missions with her team, nothing a few stitches couldn't fix obviously, but this set had been nearly ruined in a spar earlier that day. During said spar she had faced some transfer student from Atlas who seemed they had something to prove. The Atlas student had hacked, slashed, and bashed at Pyrrha for nearly the whole fight before their Aura had fallen below the limit and lost to Pyrrha. Siting they had something to prove as a student of Atlas, her opponent attacked her from behind as she left before being subdued by Ms. Goodwitch.
That was what lead to the site before her.
Parts of her armor were almost unrecognizable. Her sash and belt were both in pieces, both being cut in twain during the raucous assault. The flexible synthetic that ran down her breastplate had been sliced almost all the way up to her cleavage and the metal around her bust itself had been deformed in multiple spots from heavy blows, rendering it awkward to remove. Parts of her greaves and leg armor had been deformed as well but all those pieces currently laid on the floor at the foot of her bed as she inspected each.
Repairs weren't the worse thing to happen to a Huntress, that's for sure but they certainly were time consuming to fix. Of course with a semblance like polarity fixing armor might not be so bad to some, but that was the trick in her semblance. Given most pieces of metal she could simply twist them about with a flick of her hand but trying to manipulate metal plates like hers was much more difficult to properly align everything and hope it stayed structurally sound.
It didn't matter in the end, Vale had plenty of armorers and shops for Pyrrha to visit and Ms. Goodwitch has even said that Beacon would cover the cost, considering it was during a spar. Now she had to decide what to actually wear for the rest of the day. Any given day she would've wore her armor considering it was what she felt comfortable in, but considering that was out of the question she had to pick from the few "casual" clothes she had brought from home.
Going through her closet she pulled out a few clothes and held them in front of a mirror to see them on her. After spending so much time in either a uniform, PJ's, or armor she had almost forgot what looked good on her. Pulling shirts, pants and hoodies out she eventually tried something new and took her hair of her ponytail, letting the hair settle on her back. Realizing she might not need it either she took off her circelet and laid it on her nightstand, glancing back to the mirror, she found the look fit her.
Finally settling on a look she zipped up her maroon hoodie, tucked an emerald green beanie over her free flowing hair, slipped on her baggy jeans and laced up her black high tops. All far fashion choices from the heels and done up hair she usually wore. If her mom could see her now, she would freak over her beautiful daughter wearing "bum clothes". Pyrrha didn't care though, it was her day to be her and to dress down how she wanted.
