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Swiftly deciding to go with the friendlier of the two groups, you lead Coco to the culturally rich gathering.
There is an even amount of individuals in each part, which leaves the one you decided at almost a hundred different, colorful aspiring huntsmen to meet.
In retrospect, just walking up to a giant group of people without a plan wasn’t the best idea to socialize.
Thankfully, your blight is short lived as a Faunus with ram horns approaches you with a smile. “Isaac Thyme! Mantle!” he says with a lot of energy.
You are left stunned for a second before Coco rises to the challenge. “Coco Adel! Vale!”
“Picaro Calavera! Coquina!”
“…”
“…”
“Vacuo!”
“That’s better! Sorry I’m new here, hehe.” The boy, who boisterously claimed was named Isaac, gave a good natured laugh.
“What’s up with all that energy?” Coco cheerfully asked, finding his own cheer highly contagious.
“Figured we’d streamline the introductions, I don’t know about you, but I’m sick and tired of them already!”
You can’t help but agree that they can be tiring, but you never were one to like meeting new people anyway.
“Mantle, eh? That’s a trip,” Coco asked.
“Yeah, wasn’t smart enough to get a fancy scholarship for Atlas. But I am plenty strong! So I went with Vacuo.”
“Well… that will sure help around here, heh.” You awkwardly enter the conversation.
“Picaro, right? As a red-blooded desert dweller, what advice can you give a tundra boy?” Isaac graciously ignored your social skills and tried to engage you in the conversation.
“… avoid staying out in the sun?”
Isaac looks up at the sun. “Oh, that’s gonna be a problem, one sec.” He moves one step to the left, entering a tree’s shadow. He claps and gives you a thumbs up. “There we go. You are a lifesaver desert man!”
“You are welcome tundra boy.” His attitude helps you out of your shell.
“What about me? What’s my nickname?” Coco says.
“City girl.” You both say.
“I said I was from Vale! I could be from one of the settlements, you know?” You gave her a flat look alongside Isaac’s amused one. “I like city girl anyway, I am civilized unlike you two, plus it sounds cool.”
“No, tundra boy is cool,” Isaac says.
“It’s hot then.”
“Desert man,” you say.
“Well screw you both sasquatch and… sand sasquatch!”
Inspiration shines upon you. “Sandquatch.”
Isaac laughs loudly and Coco, caught off guard, snickers.
