This is the end of my least popular story yet. I'm so sad that nobody even gave it a chance.

They exited Angry Leaf, and walked out onto the sidewalk. They were all laughing over what they did in there. "Those were some nice moves, Storm," Azura said, barely managing to say that as she laughed.

"Yeah. Maybe you can fight Grimm that way," Rusti added.

"Maybe. But Azura had some nice moves too," Storm pointed out.

"As graceful as an elephant," Rusti said.

"What about you, Rusti?" Azura said. "You probably ran into half of the girls in there."

"And I got three phone numbers!" They all burst out laughing. "And Feather. What were you doing, the chicken dance?"

Feather laughed nervously.

"I don't know who was worse; Feather or Storm."

"Probably me," Storm said. "At least I didn't have my jets on though. I would have smashed into the ceiling ten times." Azura and Rusti laughed. At least it had been diverted away from Feather. She looked like she would run off on a moment's notice. "What time is it?"

"I don't know," Rusti said. He looked at his wrist. "And I don't have a watch!"

"I have one," Feather said. "It is around ten."

"We should be getting back," Storm declared.

"What's the rush? Tomorrow's a day off," Rusti said.

"Yeah, but I'd like to get some rest before I collapse from sleep deprivation."

"Fine, go back. It was just starting to get fun."

"You've always been obsessed with fun." The voice didn't belong to anyone Storm knew, and it came from behind them. They turned around, and saw a woman in a black and green cloak with black and green hair. "Now time for me to have some, Rusti."

She pulled out a weapon—was that a bow?—and pointed it at them. But it was suddenly shot out of her hands. "Run for your lives!" Rusti shouted. And they all did.
Storm ran as fast has his legs could carrying him, his fatigue suddenly less relevant. His heart was beating faster and faster. He didn't know who they were running from, but he would soon enough, if they survived.

They ran into an ally, and stopped.

"Azura, I told you to leave your gun back at the dorm," Storm said in between gulps of breath. "But I'm glad you didn't."

"That's why I never leave home without it."

Storm turned to Rusti. If anyone knew who that was, it was the person she tried to kill "Rusti, who was that?"

"That was Jade, my ex-girlfriend from Vale," Rusti admitted nervously.

"Your ex? She was awfully vengeful."

"Yeah. I kinda didn't tell her I was going to Mistral."

"Can you reason with her?"

"No, she wasn't the most reasonable person."

"Then we're all gonna die, aren't we?"

"No, you guys will probably get off with just some minor injuries if you get in the way." He really couldn't tell if that was supposed to be a joke or not.

"Great. Know anything about her fighting style?"

"No, we never sparred. But I think I have a plan."

Then suddenly Azura's pistol shot out of her hand. He turned to see Jade pointing her bow at them. The shaft of the arrow glowed green. Dust arrows? Cool. "You won't get away this time, Rusti."

"Yeah, but will you?" Rusti replied.

Jade fired an arrow at Rusti. But then, something weird happened. Rusti put his arms in front of him, and the shot bounced back at Jade.

Everyone was as shocked as Storm was at this moment. Must have been his semblance or something. It was like nothing he had seen before.

Jade dodged, and ran away.

"Yeah, you better run!" Rusti shouted back at her. He turned back to Storm and the others. "Yeah, my semblance is energy repulsion."

"Neat," Storm said. He walked over to Jade's dropped weapon. He picked it up and examined it. "Nice Dust bow. You pull back the string and it generates a bolt out of dust energy. Pretty good; I think I'll build one."

"So, you still want to go back to Haven?" Rusti asked.

"A little. But I think we can have so more fun!"

"Yeah, let's keep going!"

"So, as we were running, I saw a Ferris wheel in the distance."

"Oh yeah, the carnival. They're gonna close down because of colder weather soon. We might as well go now before they close."

Storm awoke, despite objections. He'd gone back to sleep earlier that morning, but he guessed that he had to face the day some time. He looked at the alarm clock on his bedside table. It was ten in the morning. "Thank goodness it's not a school day," Storm thought to himself.

He got up from his bed groggily, and just stared tiredly at the wall for a few minutes. Maybe he should have gotten to bed earlier.

Then he remembered what happened last night: going all over the city, drinking juice, dancing, fighting Rusti's evil ex—hopefully the only one—, going on rides at the carnival. Yeah, it was fun, but extremely tiring.

Finally, he snapped out of his trance and looked over to his teammates' beds. Nothing happened between them, fortunately. And he hoped, for Azura's sake, those tattoos weren't permanent. Then he realized how creepy that was, and went to the bathroom.

After he came back out, his teammates started to get up. First Azura, then Rusti. But Feather would need a little coaxing. He went over to her, and shook her shoulder. "Wake up, Feather."

"I'm not Feather, I'm Fay," Feather mumbled, maybe still in a dream state. He didn't remember Feather changing her name last night.

He was about to continue coaxing when Rusti interjected. "Allow me," he said. He leaned he real close to Feather, right next to her ear and yelled "Fire!"

Feather snapped up, but hit Rusti's head on the way, and both went down. "Ow, you asshole!" Feather said, muffled by her sheets. Storm had never heard Feather call anybody names, especially not that. She seemed uncharacteristically angry. Scary.

"I might have deserved that," Rusti replied.

"Yes, you did." Feather got back upright, still grasping her head. "So, whose turn is it for the bathroom?"

"Mine," Azura said. Oh right, they worked out the schedule using the order that their initials came in in SAFR. Storm liked the order, especially because he went first and Rusti went last. "I might take a while. I'll be washing my face," she got up and walked to the bathroom, "and my shoulder… and my neck… and whatever else got ink on it."

"Take all the time you need," Storm said.

"Easy for you to say," Rusti said as his right leg shaking like he had to go. It brought him some sick joy to see Rusti like this.

"Do you want to ask CCRE to use their bathroom?"

"Good idea." Rusti rushed out.

Now that they were gone, Feather and Storm had something to talk about. "So, what happened when we were at the carnival, what does this mean for us?" Storm asked.

"I do not know," Feather replied. "We were friends before, but after that…"

"It was one kiss. We don't have to follow up on that." He said one thing when… he really did want to continue. But that was probably just hormones that didn't get out enough.

"I feel like we should."

"That's probably some outdated sense of honor talking."

"I do not know. Maybe we should wait."

"Yeah. We'll see if there really is anything… between us when we're not so tired."

"Sounds good."

Then there was silence between them.

Rusti burst in, and slammed the door behind him. What was it this time? "GRDN's still looking for me!"

Before Storm could say anything, someone pounded on the door. "We know you're in there, Tolkien. We won't go until you give yourself up."

Storm was trying to place the name. Oh yeah. "Gaia, do you really think a siege is in order?" Storm shouted through the door.

"For that scum? Yeah."

"What exactly did he do?"

"You don't want to know," Rusti whispered.

"Yes I do."

"That pervert was looking through the window while we were changing."

Storm glared at Rusti disapprovingly. "Okay, I'll give him to you."

"What? No man!" Rusti said.

"That was not cool, Rusti." He pushed Rusti out of the way of the door, and opened it up. Behind it was all of team GRDN. While each of them had angry expression, Netia looked almost vicious. He grabbed Rusti and threw him out, quickly closing the door behind him. "May Netia have mercy on his soul."

Okay, it's the end of the bad jokes and the drama. Maybe I should just stick to stop-motion films.