Korinna X Marth: Rooming with the Boys
Korinna: Alright, left side goes to the boys, right is ladies' territory.
Marth: *looks at the roomy space* Switch it around. There's less light on the left. Makes it easier to see Falchion and Ragnell. We'll be having the right. That way, I can ambush anyone dumb enough to go snooping around.
Korinna: Fine. That's just about it for now I suppose. Shall we get started with unpacking?
Marth: Sure thing. *starts to unzip his hand luggage* The sooner we start the avalanche, the sooner we can clean it up.
Korinna: *Eyes flash red in alarm* I'm sorry, wha-
*UNZIP* *THUNK* *WHOOSH* *SMASH* *KABOOM* *PA-CHINK*
(A cleanup later)
Marth: Is no one even gonna comment on the fact that this is CO-ED?
Korinna: *peers into the bathroom* Why? What's the problem? We're a team now aren't we? We should at least get used to seeing each other. (And the horrible pitfalls than come with living with roommates messier than a knot of King Taijitu)
Marth: *points to the shower*
Korinna: *smiles* I suppose you'll just have to knock and cover your eyes then Mister He-
Marth: *clamps a hand over her mouth* NO! You signed that waiver. You will make no mention of the BIG SECRET. Not until the Vital Festival. *places a hand on chest and bows head* You are now sworn into this sacred order, and thus you must abide by its sacred laws.
Korinna: *recoils inwardly at the malodor of sweat and sweets accumulating at the boy's palms* Geez, you're starting to sound like that Taurus creep from the White Fang.
Marth: Who?
Korinna: (Wait, is he that dumb?) The White Fang.
Marth: No, I know those furry clowns. I mean the name.
Korinna: *sighs* Taurus. Adam Taurus. The new superstar making headlines in Remnant's underworld. (Ok maybe he's not out of the loop, but in retrospect, it would be weird if he wasn't. Eir did say he was from the Greils, and they've got their people scattered like Dust all over the continent.)
Marth: *narrows eyes* That's some pretty sus info you've got there.
Korinna: It wasn't me who dug it up. It was Eir. (Plus of a few of Mother's friends in the lower nooks of Mistral)
Marth: *whistles* Geez, that girl has no boundaries in her research does she?
Korinna: *grins fondly* Nope. She'll do anything if means a win for her books. If anything, she'll most likely straight A her classes in her sleep.
Marth: *amazed* I can appreciate. And what's your power then?
Korinna: My Semblance?
Marth: No. I'm talking about talent. Your raw, natural potential that doesn't require a brutal kickstart. Can you lift? Got a persuasive 'hands off the backside' vibe? Or are you like me and possess charisma beyond human comprehension.
Korinna: Excuse me?
Marth: (I might as well be speaking Grimm) Fine. How are you with people? 'Cause I need someone to go out there to build bridges between the students of Beacon and Team KEIM. The Vytal Festival is the big finish. The fireworks. I need the proper sparks to light it up. I need contacts. Connections. A network of people.
Korinna: What?
Marth: You're killing me here! I need you to introduce us to people. Help us make friends.
Korinna: Uh why?
Marth: The Vytal Festival is like the ultimate fighting crossover of Remnant. Anyone can be our opponent. We need to prepare. Between Ike's muscle, your friend's nerd tendencies, and my mad skills, we're nearly set. But that's not gonna do much if we don't know the opposition. Who else is taking part in the Festival. What are their quirks? The best way to do that is to get on their good side. Their inner circle.
Korinna: So...you want to make friends with your enemies.
Marth: So that we can wreck them as efficiently as we can.
Korinna: (Besides the fact that he looks like a pierrot in a straightjacket, he's actually hell-bent on doing this. Well, I've got nothing better to do, so this should be fun.) Well, lucky for you, PR happens to be my field of expertise. It doesn't look like you or your big friend have a lot of experience talking to peers, and Eir is a wreck around new faces. (Also, no one would talk to that gruff man-eater of a bodyguard babysitting your every step or your over-caffeinated battle cries of excitement)*sigh* Alright Your Majesty. I'll do it.
Marth: Great! And since you agreed with no resistance. I'll let that mockery of yours slide. Remember Korinna. *points to a poster near the entrance that reads: THIS ALL STAYS ABSOLUTELY SECRET UNTIL THE VITAL FESTIVAL! BREATH EVEN AN OMEN OF IT AND I'LL BE WEARING YOUR GUTS FOR GARTERS! Love, Marth*
Korinna: *sighs in defeat* As you've so kindly reiterated for the billionth time. (Dust and dragons, what have I gotten myself into?)
Well, this just confirms that Marth's packing is a disaster waiting to ruin someone's life. But seriously dude, what do you have in store for Beacon, and how does the Vytal Festival play into this? You guys just as curious as I am? Stay tuned to find out then!