"What a weird bastard." Emily muttered to herself as Charlie helped her out of the incredible fire risk of a smithery that David Beckett ran and worked from. Evidently, he had overheard her assessment of the eccentric, to put it charitably, blacksmith, as he started giggling to himself with all the subtlety of a double-decker bus wrapped in fairy lights pumping dubstep out of a speaker rig tied to the top of it. David, despite more than likely picking up on Charlie's hyena-like behaviour, chose not to retaliate- likely as bludgeoning a school student with something reminiscent of Mjolnir because he laughed at you was not only illegal in Remnant, but also very morally and ethically wrong according to the moral codes of most functioning human beings.
Ruby Rose and Yang Xiao Long were sat down on the cracked, parched earth that had been wizened and shaped by the intense, throbbing heat of the sun over Vale- patiently awaiting the emergence of their four newfound friends (or in the case of Yang and Emily, slightly more than that- cue the laughter and jeering of pre-pubescent children and pathetic little incels who fap their minute dicks to lesbian porn while being militantly homophobic) so that they could make it back to their dorm before sundown, which is when the more unscrupulous types- people Vince Noir probably had a lot to do with- came out from the shadows and stalked Vale's streets.
Without a word, Ruby leapt up to her feet as Yang lethargically pulled herself up, using the push rims of Emily's wheelchair for leverage. In her mind, she was not getting in Emily's way or inconveniencing her, as she was not using the push rims and instead had a lanky British redneck stood behind the wheelchair, pushing her along. "So back home?" Billy asked, seeking purely to affirm that he was correct in his assumption. Ruby and Yang nodded, as the group arranged into single file and trudged back up the hill they had formerly descended to Beacon Academy.
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As the six-strong group walked- well, mostly walked- back into the dorm, Yang finally broke the silence that had reigned over her, so uncharacteristically for the girl who was normally a loud-mouthed, boisterous pun machine, since Team BECK had exited David Beckett's shack. "You guys hungry at all? I know I'm dying for a bite to eat." She patted her flat stomach to emphasise her point, as if Team BECK was comprised entirely of mentally challenged children. Billy and Charlie nodded simultaneously, while Kerian slurred his way through the phrase "I don't need food. You got any beer?". Ruby facepalmed at this question as she sat herself down upon the red sofa, next to Blake- who had moved over from her position on the floor presumably due to the discomfort that comes from sitting on a laminate floor for hours on end doing nothing but reading erotic novels and scowling. "Yeah, I wouldn't mind something to eat, Yang." Emily replied, relatively stoic, getting out of the wheelchair and striding through the the bedroom area of the two teams' living space.
When she returned, cane in hand, Yang had folded up her wheelchair by the door and had begun cooking something that smelt only of garlic and then a vague aroma of meat following it like the friend you don't really like but can't shake, no matter how many bottles of bleach you mail him. "What's that your making, honey?" Emily asked, half out of the nature of her curious mind and inquisitiveness, and half out of a genuine want to know what she was going to be eating. "Why, a great chef cannot give away all her secrets." Yang told her, tongue firmly in cheek. "Yeah, but you can." Emily responded, a master at banter after spending weeks hiking with only three boys for company. "Well, you'll know when I serve it up. Until then, feel free to take your mind off it with something else."