Three is a crowd.. and a good one at that. (Lucy/Pearl/Raziel)

After a rather... Interesting encounter with a certain individual, Lucy had continued on her way to the destined dorm room. She was entirely grateful that the person she had met previously spoke to her, it gave her a certain perspective on the amount of tolerance, and discrimination to expect at the school. Then again, it was something she already knew ever since the huntress first set foot on that airship. The thoughts ran persistently through her mind, though, and that brash young lady had reminded her of someone close. Someone who meant more than her own mentor, who she looked up at as an adoptive father (and that says something). That signature smile of hers, the one that never faltered, never ceased to show her amusement with the world, widened further when her mind drifted over to that person. A hand reached up to her headband and she felt the symbol engraved onto the metal.

"Nicolette..." Her lips simply mouthed the name but no sound came, only the inner voice in Lucy's mind spoke it clearly. How odd for the young lady to be thinking about that certain person at a time like that. Made her wonder if they were fated to meet soon. It had been a while since they've been separated, so a meeting definitely was overdue. Lucy called it then and there. "Her and I will meet, then cross our blades. After being away from so long, one of us have had to have gotten rusty... And I'm betting it's her." The student giggled to herself and awaited for that day. Back to the task at hand...

Yes, the meeting with the disorganized youth from before had thrown off her plans momentarily, but she had expected it. Nothing ever goes just right on the first day of anything and that's exactly what Lucy planned for. Therefore, the woman wasn't upset or even affected by the minor set back. Simply put, there was a balance between time and efficiency, which was enough for her. That singular crimson eye sparkled with happiness from that thought.

The walk towards her assigned dorm room wasn't much farther and on the way there, she caught the scent of water, mixed with different herbal compounds that made up a person's body wash, shampoo, and conditioner. Her nose wasn't sensitive, she was just good had picking apart scents. "Mmm, smells like one delicious fruit... Can only imagine if this is to be my roommate. Lucy contemplated then gave a light shrug. She neared the door and with proper manners, knocked on it, before she turned the knob, and gently swung open the door.

Almost immediately, the chestnut-brown haired woman was pleased. Decorations were tasteful and definitely played on her swordplay knowledge. Her eye easily scanned each and everyone, identifying the movements used in theory given the appropriate situations. Neat and tidy, which spoke volumes of the one who dwelt inside and given that there were two figures that currently sat about the room, Lucy put it to a toss-up to see who took charge of this humble abode. That'd be revealed later, the student kept her eye and nose to the contents of the room. "My, oh my..." Her voice came out subtly, humbly, not enough to disturb any conversation the two might have had to an extent. "I must say, whoever's hand has graced this room with its decorations, must either be one design conscious person, or have wonderful taste in their choice in combat. And taking a look at your bodies..."

Her red orb of an eye scanned over both women in the room. They were attractive, fit cuties that easily caught her attention, especially the one with the adorable ears, but the muscular one wasn't a slouch either. That smile of hers appeared as a smirk momentarily, before it resumed its original form. "I'll put my money on both. Anyways, excuse my rude intrusion upon your room and conversation." Lucy said softly and gave a light bow in respect. "But I was assigned to this dorm room. Lucy Cobaltienne, is my name and who might you two be?" She asked generously and had set her pack down on the floor beside her.

Lucy appeared has a slender, curvaceous young woman, with her abundance of hair seemingly all over the place. Her bangs were cut and styled over the left side of her face for a specific reason, with several strands that framed her face. The rest of it was pulled back into a ponytail, which was held in place by a wide, metallic headband with a symbol upon its face. The woman was dressed in what some would call slutty, she'd call it casual. A single, crimson, vest with two straps. One held a good majority of the vest over her breasts, while the other was just left undone for some reason or other. Lucy sported a pair of black gloves she used to prevent her hands from callousing. She appeared to have had a large, white jacket was tied around her waist, by a series of belts and a buckle with the word "Amber" etched into it. Finishing up her attire were a pair of red and white, metallic boots, with thigh-high black socks. Truly, she appeared to have a rather racy and possibly extravagant taste in fashion.

At her side like any good companion, was her katana, Izanagi. A simple, ornate, sheath and blade that did most, if not all her talking, in combat situations.

One was quite excited to see her and the other sort of retreated within themselves, muttered something that was hard to hear, but easy to read on the lips. Especially since they mouthed it over and over and over. Maybe they were broken? Broken in the manner of a machine malfunctioning and only able to repeat simple words and/or phrases? No matter what explanation there was for it, it made that girl who was apparently named, Raziel, so much more adorable. A potential victim to subject to her teasing?

Everything made sense though when the one who identified as, Pearl, lipped something towards Lucy. So the little fox was gay? Poor thing probably had the misconception that enjoying the fruits of the opposite sex was wrong, frowned upon, and seen as an abomination. How unfortunate for her, she probably had some really strict parents. For someone so cute to have that internal struggle within themselves? Yeah, that was such a shame.

"You should listen to her, Raz, if you don't mind me shortening your name." Her voice came gentle and honey-like, not in opposition of the vanilla tone which the faunus spoke in, but as a compliment. The room was definitely sweet with the bodies and all the words being said, coupled with the tray that had the candies about. Something which the human's roommate wanted her to fetch. A simple nod was given to that and once her belongings had been set by the wall adjacent to the door, Lucy traveled her way over to the snacks.

The muscled, gorgeous lioness (which she only assumed because of the fangs and hair) wanted to know more about her. She felt honored. Upon receiving this feeling, she simply giggled and came over to the bed, candies in tow. "If you wouldn't mind it, Pearl, since you'll be offering up your bed to the cutie of a fox, how about you sleep in mine with me tonight?" They hadn't even known each other for more than three minutes and the Cobaltienne was already offering such a thing.

Now there were two reasons for that. The first and most obvious, was because Pearl was attractive. Her body radiated strength and that was something which stuck out the most. It wasn't really the natural beauty which came from her, but that physical strength which would make any man or woman feel safe in those arms. That was it, she was like a strong mother. Now the second reason was that Lucy was just nice that way. There wouldn't be anything going on between them, just a little girl talk perhaps, but nothing more than that. After all, the crimson-eyed woman's heart was safely secured in the hands of another.

"So, as to get Raz nice and warmed up to me, I suppose it'd only be right if you two got to know me a little bit. Ask anything of me and I'll answer." She said and removed the wrapper from one and popped it into her mouth. One moment later, the stick had been removed outright, but the candy had stayed whole in her mouth. Lucy flicked it into the trashcan behind her without even as much as glancing towards it.