Crispon liked things fast and she liked things dangerous. And, above all, she liked things most when there was complete chaos. That's what this was, chaos. In the makeshift dorms that was actually a ballroom with hundreds of sleeping bags in it everything was wild.

Friends were clamping to sleep near friends, guys were showing off, girls were gossiping, and trunks and bags littered the floor. In the middle of all of this sat Crispon, tinkering with her newest play things. The boots her dad had given her to test out had been working fine until one of the ammo dispensers stopped working. And, as the official tester for all Boyd products it was up to her to list where the designers had gone wrong.

"Would you put that damn thing down for one minute and listen to me?" Her friend, Blu, demanded. Crispon gave a sarcastic glance at her friend as she scrawled down an alternative ammo type on her scroll. The blonde girl sat there, running an expensive looking comb through her hair, not missing a beat.

"So I was thinking about asking my mom to bring those two dresses we saw back in Vacuo when she comes up for the Vytal Festival." Blu continued, referring to her mom. Blu's mother, Arina Strats, was head of a fashion empire. Her clothes were some of the most popular in all the kingdoms. Every one of her dresses were exquisitely made and wonderful to look at.

Not that Crispon really cared about that sort of thing. She had more important things to worry about the what she would be wearing months from then. But she nodded her head politely, because she knew Blu adored these things.

"Try not to seem so enthusiastic."
Blu deadpanned before picking up one of the boots. "Make sure to write down that they need to be available in different lengths and colors. Especially knee high light brown. Those are so going to be in next season." Crispon nodded and wrote it down. That was why the two of them made such good partners in these thing. Blu's job was to make sure it looked appealing, especially when the products were designed to be fashionable, while Crispon covered the more technical aspects of it.

"My dad's gonna love these ideas." Crispon yawned, twirling a strand of her curly red hair around a nimble finger.

"Show me how it works. One more time." Blu insisted. She had already received her pair, a gift for being a family friend, but couldn't figure out how to load it.

"Fine." Crispon laughed. She took the compact dust holder and loaded it into the left side of the heel, doing the same with ammo on the right. "You load it the you bang the heels together to make it go. Same thing to stop. Easy."

"If you say so." Blu sighed. "Now go to bed. Big, big day tomorrow."

"Right." She agreed and lay down, but sleep didn't find her. Her mind raced with thoughts of the Silver Claw, and fighting techniques, and many other things that would never help her get rest. So she lay there for at least an hour, listening to the chaos of the students settle down into a soft hush, and then finally silence.