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<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate A look back confirmed Sapphire's approach. As much as Abel had wanted to forge ahead, waiting for at least a shred of unity had been the better option. If a fit of poor judgment possessed him into doing something stupid in front of someone he was, sadly, stuck with, he would never be able to rise above the categorization of big, dumb muscle. If a person didn't respect, acknowledge, or at least inwardly recognize intelligence, that person could never consider him as anything but inferior. The guardian resolved to show Sapphire exactly what he thought of her later; now, the mission required his attention. Before he replied, he cast a look back at the entrance. No sign of Gren lingered about the Shelter's front door, so Abel assumed that he had chosen to pursue Shiro. It was perhaps poetically fitting that he'd be paired yet again with the girl with whom he'd partnered during the initiation ceremony. Of course, Abel detested it, but the alternatives were awkwardly hovering about a faunus he knew not how to comfort, or teaming with Gren and leaving Shiro at Sapphire's mercy yet again. Neither appealed to him, so a grudging show of cooperation was in order. "Animals behind this door. Just a few, pretty light-footed, guessing dogs. Going in." Abel pushed open the double-doors and entered. Immediately he discovered that more creatures occupied the room than he had expect, for aside from the couple of dogs moving around, a great deal more -and cats as well- lay sedately in their pens. This large room housed numerous enclosures, ranging in square footage from a small bedroom to a closet based on the size of the pet within, equipped with bowls and several hairy blankets. A quick examination turned up no creatures aside from everyday animal companions. "Thought as much. Place's still operational. These oughta be the normal fare." He approached a dog pen, knelt, and placed a fist next to the pencil-thin fence for its occupant to sniff. The canine within, a lean specimen with short white hair, icy blue eyes, a black patch on its back, and stiffly-pointed ears, raised its head in dull interest but did not get up. Instead, a pink tongue stretched from its mouth and through the bars to lick at Abel's hand before retracting. Abel flinched, more from weirdness than fright. "They've got aura. Stretchy-tongue semblance? Huh." He eyed the doors on the other side of the room, metal ones flanked by a sign on the wall that warned about slippery stairs. "People not up here must be down there. Maybe with animals with stronger auras." Abel rose to his full height, not noticing an attention-desirous marmalade cat brushing against the fence of its pen halfway between him and Sapphire. -=-=- Despite the intruder, the young faunus seemed very comfortable. After sparing an curious glance at Shiro's four-legged mode of movement, the boy patted the iguana's side and yawned. He reclined against the stolid lizard's side, gleefully sharing in the warmth absorbed by its emerald-green scales. "Duh," he replied, more matter-of-fact than purposefully mean, as is a manner common to children not yet fully aware of the laws of propriety. "It's okay. Question games are cool. This is Porridge. 'Is brudders are way bigger, but I think 'e's just right. You haven' met 'em?" Another yawn opened the boy's mouth wide, earning a concerned look from the iguana. His golden eyes were sleepy. "Uh. The rest-a you guys are inside. I don' see ya very much after you go on, an' the coats...uh, these doctor-kinda guys, they're always really mean about not lettin' me get in and talk to ya, or lettin' ya out and play. You guys are always so sad! Mom told me that they're jus' 'patients'. That means guys who go in hospitals," he informed Shiro, nodding his head judiciously. "So they need their rest. Dad lets play with some of the an'mals, though, like Porridge." Those golden eyes suddenly lit up with excitement. He sat up and turned to his iguana. "Watch this! Porridge, GROW!" At the command, the lizard stiffened, and his eyes, too, shone with viridian light. Right in front of his left claw, the soil began to shift, and a tiny sprout poked its way from the grass, growing at an impossible rate. Within ten seconds the seedling resolved itself into a tiny strawberry plant, complete with three berries ripe for the picking. The boy wasted no time in pulling one off and popping it in his mouth, while Porridge snapped up one himself. Grinning from ear to ear and licking his lips, the boy lay back down. "Isn't it cool! Porridge is the best dinosaur ever! Of all time!"</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren Sabella Mokuren was put off by the subtly of this entire thing, along with the need to mingle. She did not mingle, and people where disgusting for their demand to do such. Her personality was not one that, mingled. Or spoke. Or care what any people had to say at all, in any way. They where disgusting creatures for which Mokuren held naught but contempt. So when she followed her team to where they where going, and the first of her number passed, she decided to make entrance a little easier for the rest of them. Approaching the Bouncer with her tail swishing, he eyed her for a few seconds before speaking. "Where did you get that sword?" He asked. And then realized that the fox-girl had suddenly produced an actual sword, that implanted itself in his face without warning, and drained his blood. Mokuren the entered casually, and moved without care to the back room, still clutching her sword and ready to activate her Semblance if she saw any need to.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarze-- Being the RCJM newbie Woah, woah woah! What the hell?! This ws an infiltration mission, right?! How were they supposed to get in without arousing suspicion when there's a body lying around? Of all the ways his first mission could have gone, this was not what he'd have picked, at all. This was jumping into a very deep lake for a swim with a cinderblock tied to your ankle! He didn't really know anyone on his team yet, but this foxgirl... Mokuren? There was something up, up there, and he didn't want to mess with it. That much, he could figure out easily. Taking a deep breath, the now-in-need-of-renaming RCJM's newest member tried to clear his head of panic as he returned to the bench he'd been loitering at previously, before Mokuren had moved in. He'd tailed her a bit to confirm that she was in and offer support should it end up necessary, but apparently she was much, much more than enough. Now though, he had himself to worry about. Ghostly pale skin and an inability to make good of a now-complicated situation wouldnt help his team in the slightest. Alright, what other entrances are there? there's gotta be at least a few side entrances, right? I've already got my cover alias down... Kumagawa Kuro, nineteen-year old gambling addict and social pariah looking for a place to cut loose. That's simple enough. "I think we don't wanna use that entrance any more." he reported to the rest of RCJM in a low tone. "Guess I'm up next. I'll head through another side." --------------------------- "Where'd you get that sword, kid?" He smirked knowingly, looking the part of the smug kid who was totally the member of the secret club. "Lady of the Lake gave it to me." Arthurian Legend as a code-phrase, huh? Interesting. Being waved in, Luke entered and promptly dove into the crowd.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Outside the Dragon's Den The bouncer that Mokuren had stabbed laid on the ground, unmoving, with a large hole in his head. Blood would have been pooling around him if it hadn't been for the fact that the fox girl had completely drained him of the life giving liquid. Suddenly, the man's eyes shot open, the irises now turned a bright orange, and a weird brown energy seemingly came out of the ground and enveloped the body. Color began to return to his skin, and the entry and exit wound in his head quickly reformed as if nothing had happened. The bouncer stood up from the ground and turned to face his previous attacker. "Hey! You think you can get away with killing me that easily?!" he yelled at the huntress-in-training. "What? Did you think they'd just let anyone guard the entrance to the Dragon's Den? My semblance allows me to heal all wounds. Basically, I can't die! So come on! Hit me with your best shot, bitch! Or is that all you got?" The apartment building across the street Murphy gave a disappointed sigh as he watched Mokuren get taken away by the bouncer. "Team, one of yours just got into an altercation with the bouncer. This is just a status update, your mission hasn't changed. Saving the girl is a secondary objective, continue with trying to get inside the backroom," he told the rest of the team.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - The Shelter Sapphire wanted to do something to help the animals she really did but at this point she didn't see the wisdom in letting them out. At least half of them were so heavily sedated that even if their cages were opened they'd more than likely continue to lie there. This reasoning was not shared by Abel however who after wiping a large amount of dog slobber from his face used the pointed end of his spear to shear the tops off most of the cages. With the ferocity of the swings Sapphire was shocked that he'd managed to avoid hitting any of the animals imprisoned here. It was needlessly excessive but Sapphire understood why Abel wanted these creatures free. Each one of them was wild and used to open spaces and freedom. Otherwise sedation wouldn't have been necessary, domestic pets while perhaps not happy about being kept in a cage wouldn't cause enough of a fuss to warrant sedatives. Besides should they run into something more than they could handle the animals could serve as a distraction what with the chaos the wakeful ones were making. Sapphire smiled slightly and unlocked a few of the cages allowing the animals that wanted to to run free. When Abel was finished his liberation mission he followed Sapphire's suggestion that they take a look at the lower levels. As they pushed through the doors to the stairwell a cold chill ran up Sapphire's spine. It wasn't anything specific just a very bad feeling that they were descending into something that did not welcome them. It was of course ridiculous, this was a Shelter for animals, whatever was in this place couldn't be more than they could handle and yet despite the fact that it was illogical Sapphire switched her semblance on just before they started down the stairs. It was a good thing too as the area was littered with security cameras. As long as she didn't alter the environment in any significant way even electronic surveillance would be unable to detect her. Sapphire's footfall was near silent, in fact unless someone was listening for her specifically they'd more than likely miss it altogether and that was without her semblance active. They encountered no resistance on the stairs or in the room below. This unsettled Sapphire far more than if the med lab had been full of Atlas Paladin Suits. The emptiness of the facility was far more threatening than any physical form could ever be. Sapphire was about to do a thorough search of the room when they heard sounds. Sapphire didn't shrink away from the room. With her semblance active there was no reason to avoid detection as long as she remained inconspicuous. Abel on the other hand was another story. He slipped past her into the shadows whispering that she should turn invisible and follow the two people that had entered the room. Sapphire smiled slightly, she'd never fully explained her semblance to her team. It seemed all of them were under the impression that her semblance was invisibility. Abel had advised her to use it without realizing that it was already on. He could only see her because he'd been there when she'd activated it and he was expecting her presence. Sapphire walked out into the room staying a good distance behind the man and woman that had marched into the room but within earshot so that nothing of there conversation would be missed. From the little that Sapphire had gleaned so far they were planning something. Making History was very rarely a good thing. The Faunus wars had made history, the great criminals had made history, and the Grimm had made history. Whatever this woman was referring to Sapphire couldn't help but feel that it was not as good a thing as those two seemed to think.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - The Shelter Smiling, Shiro was pleased with himself. It seems his on-the-fly-lies had worked and the boy agreed to help them. Watching as the boy approached a hidden entrance that he hadn't noticed, he blinked and tilted his head in curiosity. "Pokey?.." He thought to himself, wondering what exactly the boy meant by that. Shrugging, he dismissed the seemingly meaningless words and crawled up to the door. Slipping out his Scroll, he took a snapshot of the hidden door and pocketed it shortly after. Unlocking the door, Shiro carefully slipped inside and propped the door open for Gren's hulking frame to pass through. When Gren had approached, Shiro had already noticed him and was surprised the bear faunus cub hadn't noticed him the same. Before entering the room entirely, he took a moment to take in the new surroundings. As his eyes scanned the cabinets, his gaze lingered on the refrigerator. "This must be a kitchen or breakroom of some sort..." Thinking about it, he hadn't really eaten before the start of the mission, had he? It would be terribly embarrassing if his grumbling stomach gave him away during a critical moment. But, he didn't have the time for a snack as he had to follow after the eager bear cub. Eyes snapping to a corner of the room, Shiro swiftly ducked behind the nearest object. "Gren! Camera!" he sharply whispered. Noticing the camera, Shiro took out his Scroll once more and took a picture of it. Fingers rapidly tapping away, he sent his second report to the others on team. "From: Kuhaku Shiro To: Abel Fulgurate, Gren Orchid, Sapphire Rode Subject: Scout Report #2 Body: "The bear faunus cub agreed to assist us, Gren and I are following after him now. Keep an eye out for hidden entrances and security cameras. I'll be disabling cameras as I find them. I've attached two images." Attachments: Illusory Wall.img, Security Camera.img" Finishing, Shiro pocketed his Scroll and crawled under what he presumed to be the scope of the camera's sight. Standing and stretching himself, he grabbed the camera and ripped it from the wall. With his other hand, he tore every cable attached to it. Clumsily forcing the camera back into its place in the wall, he hoped that whoever may be monitoring it didn't notice his entry or the camera's sudden disconnection. Should someone decide to get a bite to eat, he also hoped that they wouldn't notice the slight damage to the inoperable camera. Looking to his left and right, he was alone in the room save for Gren following in after him. If the bear faunus cub had been in the room still, Shiro would've surely raised some alarms. Speaking of alarms, he wondered if the camera system was connected to some security system. He really hoped he hadn't tripped some silent/not-so-silent alarm. An uneasy look on his face, another bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face. "O-oh well, what's done is done.." Looking to Gren, he turned and trotted down the stairs he had seen the cub and his lizard companion descend. The sounds his ears were detecting helped to instill a deep sense of dread within him. Something just didn't sit right with him about this place. "What was the mission objective again?" He asked himself, second guessing his team's purpose here.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Ciel Kuze - lost rabbit "I dont think that will really work for an alibi." Ciel whispered as she continued to search for the back room. Though he was right as soon as the chaos ended they would spot them quickly like white on rice or some other bad comparison. Still it was proving hard to locate the back room none of these rooms seemed to be it and she was not going to be busting through every door looking for it. That would only invite more trouble to them. With a soft sigh she turned to look at her fellow teammate "you have any idea where they might hide a back room Luke? she asked softly as she quickly ducked to avoid being spotted by a guard rushing through on the opposite side of them.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Outside the Dragon's Den The overconfident Antaeus crossed his arms and stood at a relaxed stance, reveling in Mokuren's 'compliments' as his massive ego was unable to see through her sarcasm. That's why he was completely off-guard when she lunged at him in an attack. The large bouncer knew he was too heavy to dodge out of the way in time, so he quickly reached behind his back and grabbed his weapon: a trident. The weapon, still in mid-transformation, clashed with Mokuren's sword. Antaeus deflected the strike enough to prevent it from cleaving him in half, but he was unable to prevent the sword from embedding itself into his side. "I shall drink from your skull!" he shouted in pain. The bouncer may have been 'immortal,' but he still felt pain. Lifting his now complete trident, he raised it above his head and stabbed downward at the huntress-in-training. Inside the Dragon's Den The students who were able to make it to the backroom now found themselves in a long hallway. There were several doors in the hallway, but all lead to mostly empty rooms. There was one exception though, a large metal door at the far end. Next to the door was a keypad to unlock it, but the code was currently unknown to the team. The sound of footsteps began to sound from the other side of the door that the students had entered from. The three teens had two options: hide in at least one of empty rooms and wait for the man coming toward them to pass or attack the man and interrogate him for the way inside of the safe-like door.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz--Maintaining Politeness Sheesh. No need for that, it was on its way up, for Pete's sake. He couldn't have been that annoying, could he? Was her patience wearing thin due to him, or the wait on the ascending airship itself? Did he have cause to take this personally? Well, he did have the golden rule to follow... If it was unclear, assume "no" until proven otherwise. Made life much less of a hassle. "Well, yeah, but I meant more after that." he replied, co-opting that dry snark for himself in response. "After all, I doubt the plan stops just at getting on the ship, Miss..." He trailed off in the typical "what's your name?" way.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Beacon Airship Dock She had no particular reason to actually provide her name to the boy standing behind her. They were barely acquaintances, united only by "sharing" the wait for a goddamned airship to arrive and get them to wherever they wanted to go (she had no idea where the guy was heading to, but it wasn't her fucking business to pry). Still, it wasn't like she had anything better to do while these last few minutes of waiting passed by, and really, she was a lot more fucking whimsical today. If the other teenager wanted to be nosey, she'd lower herself to humour him. At least he didn't seem like another standard fucktard like the rest. "Mindaro," was the Huntress' succinct reply. "Gratia Mindaro." Hopefully he wouldn't ask how it was spelt. She would not be able to muster any goodwill whatsoever to answer stupid questions like those. "And I plan on not dying in a fiery conflagration," she added, voice dripping with sarcasm.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz--Proper Introductions Success! A name! He'd managed to pry out a name! ... I'm treating human interaction, even if with a less-than-engaged party, like a game. Should he be worried about that? It was a challenge, but... If he didn't make a habit of it, all good, right? "I'm pretty sure most of us can say the same, Miss Gratia. I can tell you for certain that I don't plan on dying very soon either." he replied with a casual chuckle, as the airship pulled up to the dock. "I'm Luke Schwarz. Nice meeting you, Gratia Mindaro." he said, as the line began to shuffle forward, filing into the transport. He'd done his duty as a conversationalist, now he could safely break off and leave her be unless she felt like continuing herself.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid After patching himself up and getting a drink from one of the machines, Gren was about to head into the city. But before he did he stopped by the gardens. It was a bit early in the morning to be doing this but he always wanted to make sure his garden was in top shape. Though without all his tools the best he could do is water them and pick at any weeds that started to grow up. He walked over to the school gardens, past all the botanic flora and fruits of labor. He kept walking until he reached the dirt plot that was his garden. Not many weeds, but much to Gren's delight, there were some sprouts from his begonias. "Yes!" Dropping his things on the side of the garden Gren looked around for a watering can. But as he searched he noticed someone. She was... Breath taking. Which is a strange thing for Gren to think considering that his taste in women are those who are both cute and could crush his head between their thighs. But something about this one caught his eye. "H-hello."</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Emerald fidgeted at Diamond's inquiry about how she managed to hit the ceiling with her noggin. The fact that she'd been bouncing on her bed and actually hit her head on the ceiling was pretty embarrassing. Still, there really wasn't any use in denying it now. "Well I um...I was jumping on my bed...to get the blood pumping you see!" She tried to make it sound like it was a perfectly normal thing to do...well it was for her. "I may have used my semblance to make myself bounce a little too high." "And pajamas are the comfiest clothing of them all! And...and…" She cocked her head. "What's a hick?"</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "I suppose jogging to get the blood pumping is too mainstream?" Diamond rolled her eyes in mirth, "Just tell me you didn't break the bed, although I wouldn't mind sharing, it's not like you asked the first time anyway..." the thief teased nonchalantly with an amused smirk. When she thought about it though, the whole thing was totally expectable form someone like Bouncy. "A Hick, uhh..." Diamond said, her language skills in overdrive to formulate her answer in a way that didn't sound pejorative, "A yokel? Hillbilly? Country bumpkin?" she offered a few words close to synonyms, rubbing the back of her head awkwardly.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - RPGD's Dorm Robert stepped out of the bathroom of his team's dorm, warm steam fallowing him out. He always liked to take a warm shower in the morning to wake himself up. "Alright, today's the day. Time to get to know more people. Get past my nervous behavior and talk to someone that isn't on my team. Make more friends. I'm going to do it," he assured himself as he walked out of the room. Robert looked around the dorm's hallway, trying to find someone nice to talk to. Every person he saw though just looked at him either in surprise or just started snickering. Why were they doing that? Did he forget something like to wash some shampoo out of his hair? He touched his hair with his hand to be sure. It was a bit damp, but nothing out of the usual. So what were they laughing at? The hunter-in-training made sure the towel around his waist was secure, and that was when it finally hit him. He looked down in shock as he realized that he had left all of his stuff in the room, the only thing he was wearing was a towel. He rushed for the doorknob, but it was locked tight. His key, his scroll, his weapons, and his clothes were all locked inside. Robert began to pound on the door. He hadn't checked on his teammates before he left though, so for all he knew they all left hours ago. "Well, this is a fine mess I've gotten myself into," he thought aloud. Having no idea what to do now, Robert walked away and began exploring the school wearing nothing but his towel. "This'll certainly be an interesting conversation starter at least."</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly While he was returning from the cafeteria after a hearty breakfast of pancakes, bacon, waffles and eggs, Oswald noticed several students whispering to each other and laughing. Looking around, he quickly realized what they were talking about: Robert Fallson, leader of Team RPGD, was walking around....wearing only a towel. What the hell? Was this some kind of joke? Was everybody being watched and recorded to see their reactions? Oswald couldn't help but laugh as a result of what he was seeing. This guy wasn't even trying to get back into his dorm! He was just casually exploring around the school while wearing a towel, and nothing else! Trying to force his laughter down as he approached the boy, Oswald failed miserably, still chuckling as he started speaking. "So...Robert. You, uh...you having a good morning?"</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Beacon Academy Robert continued his casual walk through the hallways of Beacon, trying his hardest not to show how much he hated everyone staring at him and laughing. He never felt comfortable being the center of attention, especially when he's half-naked. It wasn't really stage fright or anything. He wasn't that he was afraid he'd mess up. It just made him feel uncomfortable having so many eyes on him. Robert searched his mind to put a word to this feeling or at least explain it to himself better, but his train of thought was suddenly derailed by the sound of another student's voice addressing Robert directly. Finally, someone decided to approach him instead of just avoiding the strange student. "Huh? Oh, uh, no, not really. Got locked out of my room and I can't get back inside. And as you can see, I didn't exactly... dress properly for being out in public," Robert replied. "You're, uh, Oswald right? From Team MODA? Think I remember seeing you and your teammates after the entrance test-thing. So how's your day going? Probably better than mine."</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald "I seeeeee...." Emerald mused, actually having no idea what any of those words meant either. Ah well, it didn't matter, she'd stopped caring what a 'hick' was at that point. "My bed is fine, it's a pretty sturdy piece of furniture." She couldn't say the same for the ceiling, but who cared if there was a few cracks in it? Right? Emerald looked around the gym, with the fight between Gren and Ebon over, Emmy couldn't help but feel like she wanted to have a little fight of her own. She looked at Diamond...no she'd already had a match with Diamond in the arena the other day. She'd need to find a different opponent, that way she wouldn't know what tricks they had, and they won't know what tricks she had either. The problem was she didn't know who'd be a good candidate, she didn't know a lot of people yet. But Diamond knew people! "Diamond! Who around here could I fight with!?" She pumped her fists. "I wanna beat someone up!"</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "My point exactly." Diamond chuckled when Emmy still had no idea about the meaning of the word. She'd have to get that girl reading to expand her vocabulary. As for her other inquiry though, Diamond frowned. She did suggest Emmy take PE class to fix her close range weakness, but that would take time. "Fair opponent? For you? Here? A sandbag. Everyyone else her would mop the floor with you until you buff up somewhat and learn some technique to boot. If you want a fair match, go look around the practice class. There'd be plenty of those during schooltime though. You sure you don't want to do something more relaxing?" the thief suggested.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Beacon Airship Dock "Likewise," she replied, but the sentiment was not particularly evident in either her stance or tone of voice. There. She had introduced herself to this Luke Schwarz (finally a name to utilise rather than referring to him constantly as "the boy") and now they were on their merry way, shuffling through the gaping wound of a loading door that the shitty airship had opened up for them. Which meant that she saw no real further use in conversing with her fellow teenager. Small talk was unnecessary when the time utilised for it was open to be used by different activities, and Gratia was intent on making the most out of the trip in a manner more befitting herself. There was no fanfare to their boarding of the airship, and it was with little pomp or ceremony that the jacketed Huntress found herself, coincidentally, sitting next to the boy (Luke Schwarz, right) she had been talking to only a minute or so prior.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Beacon Academy Oswald shook his head as Robert mentioned his team name. "We're MODE now. Aurelius got replaced by this hyper little kitty. Not as crazy as Shiro, but....well, she's still a bit bouncy. Yes, bouncy, that's a good term for it." As for being locked out of his room, Oswald had nothing. "Looks like you might wanna track down your team mates, actually. Other than that, the only thing I could think of would be to break down the door, but that's...more than a little excessive." "As for my day, it's not bad. Got my running in, just had some breakfast, and I was about to head back to my dorm and....change...out of my training gear." Guiltily rubbing the back of his head, Oswald shrugged. "I'd offer you something to cover up with, but I somehow doubt my clothes would fit your frame. At all."</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Skyra smiled, but then stared at the cheese. Cheese? "Uhm... thank's for the cheese, I guess... am I allowed to share it with my team? I can't possibly eat it all on my own" She picked up the bag and weighed it in her hand. It seemed extra large to her, mostly due to her dwarfish size, but her strength compensated for that fact enough to counteract her size. "Yeah, sure. But tomorrow's school, remember? Let's meet up after school, then, right?"</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Beacon Academy While Sapphire always kept up a morning training routine she's spent comparatively little time on her skills over the weekend. It had taken until late Sunday morning for her wounds to heal properly and to finally have her stitches removed. Showering with them had not been a particularly pleasant experience but the nurse said that it would do no harm as long as the water pressure was not extreme. With her wounds closed and the bruises starting to vanish from her throat Sapphire returned to the dorm to change into more appropriate clothing for a day out. After the missions on Friday Oswald had consented to go to her Uncle Daniel's karaoke bar in central Vale. She wasn't altogether sure that he had meant today and perhaps would want to put it off for another time but despite this Sapphire chose to dress for a day out. Even if Oswald did not wish to accompany her should could find something to occupy herself in Vale. Rather then the combat skirt and blue top she normally sported Sapphire dressed in black skinny jeans with a studded belt, and a black tank top the jacket she normally wore had several holes ripped through the back and she'd yet to have it repaired so for today she left it in the dorm. She tied her green bandanna around her neck then strapped her shotguns to her back and her temporary anelace replacements to her hips. It was an odd feeling to have the weapons on her belt rather then concealed on her wrists but hopefully it wouldn't be for much longer. She'd ordered the materials and mechanisms necessary to reconstruct her lost weapons. They would arrive by Tuesday and she could have Morpheus and Phobator reforged before their next mission. Maybe she'd give these ones new names. Sapphire thought she'd get some breakfast then try to locate Oswald, or perhaps text him on her scroll. However those plans were cut rather short as she saw a rather unusual sight not far outside the mess hall. It was Oswald looking like he'd just come from a run talking to RPGD Team leader Robert Fallson. That however wasn't what was strange, the odd thing was that Robert was dressed in nothing but a towel, looking as though he'd stepped out of the shower and decided to explore the campus immediately. Feeling this was too good to pass up Sapphire approached the pair. As she walked closer Sapphire spoke. "You know Robert, in civilized cultures we have certain dress standards but I suppose expressing your individuality is important too."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Well, this is Awkward! He'd tried to break off and get out of her hair like any well-meaning small-talker, but she's ended up sitting right next to him. That wasn't good! They'd just amicably parted ways and now here they were again, by random chance! What sick twist of fate had forced this situation upon him?! He needed to break the silence. It was unbearable, he just had to. Sorry, Gratia , but you'll have to put up with me for a little longer. "Say, Miss Gratia. Can I ask you something?"</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson "Well, thanks anyway, Oswald," Robert said in reply to Oswald's comment about offering clothes. Oswald's mention of Shiro though reminded Robert about his talk with Abel yesterday. He was still very interested in meeting the ferret that Team SASG had adopted as a pet. "Speaking of Shiro, you wo-" he began, before he heard the sound of his name again. This time it was from the leader of Team SASG herself, Sapphire. She'd probably know more about Shiro and Scoot's location then Oswald would, so Robert decided to reply to her comment first before asking her instead. "Hey Sapphire," he greeted. "Nice to meet a fellow team leader. Abel's told me a bit about you." Robert looked down at the towel wrapped around his waist as he started his next sentence before looking back to Sapphire. "As I had just told Oswald, the towel isn't much of a choice, more of a, uh, necessary, um... Basically I got locked out of my room and this was all I was wearing." He finished with a shrug, trying to make them think that he didn't care that everyone was staring and laughing at him. Experience taught him that teasing would only increase if they could tell that you were affected by it. "Anyway, Abel also told me about your team new mascot. I've been meaning to go see it, but haven't gotten the chance. You know where he is?"</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Vale "Hmmm let's see...", the old man listened to Cian while reading the note she handed him. This was all fairly simple. Her weapon was a ranged weapon, but it also sounded heavy, and then the hair clips. Compared to other requests, this was quite simple. "Yes, I can do this, you can come here tomorrow afternoon and it should be ready, the hairclips I can even give to you today, we have some such things on display if you'll look closer to the cabinet on the left", he was right. Along the wall was a bunch of glass cabinets, it was accessories, some of these seemed to be able to react with Dust, while others seemed to merely be sturdy. In any case, they were all pretty stylish, coming in a fair number of colours and designs. "Those are pretty popular with our female patrons, and not even just Hunters and soldiers either, so we've been making them stylish too because suddenly we're a semi-fashion store...", he gave out a small chuckle after saying this. "Huh, I never noticed those", "That's because you always come straight to the counter and not look around", he retorted.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian \| Vale Cian smiled as she nodded towards the man in thanks moving towards the mentioned cabinets to look for any that met to her standards. Say what you might about her being a tomboy or ungirly or anything like that one thing that must be kept in mind was that she was very very serious about her look and hair. Looking at the hair clips she found most of them decorated in one shape or another probably for fashion purposes more likely than not. While looking she decided to speak up "how much do these pins cost in order to channel dust? and how much for those that don't?" She asked as she laid her eyes on a three simple looking hair clips that were pure white in color simple they might be they fit her purpose of what she was looking for quite easily.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz--Landfall Well, that was pretty pleasant. Now then! First things first: Find a bike place! Setting off with just as much gusto as any of the other departees, arguably more, he set off down the first street he saw, mentally going through a checklist in his head about what requirements he had in his choosing of his latest and greatest trusty steed. Preferably sturdy. Maybe a Basket in the front. The ability to ride double if necessary. Red? Red. That one was a no-brainer. Did he want one of those foldable ones? The balance between portability and durability was a delicate one, and considering his priorities, tendencies, and general riding style... Better to not risk something collapsing randomly on him. To his luck, just at the corner a bike rack greeted his lively gray eyes, accompanied by a small, almost hole-in-the-wall studio. A specialist! An artisan! A strong use of his newly acquired lien! Lady luck is smiling upon me today! He entered the store with boundless enthusiasm.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Vale - Armour Store "Ah yes, it starts at 50 lien, and ones that channel dust go for up to 150 or so, if you want to go into battle, the ones at 150 lien hold dust and activate to guard against attacks. They're like a helmet really, a very stylish helmet", the old man was ruffling through a few other papers, likely other orders and organizing them. "If you want to make a stronger one that can be used to attack too, that will have to be special order and approved", as in probably earn credits for those ones, but generally a stylish helmet sounded good. "That sounds neat, I wish this bit of hair could do that", he commented, referring to the one bright and dagger-like strand of hair on his head.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Vale The central business district of Vale was large, populated by towering skyscrapers and hundreds of stores, as well as even a market where merchants of all varieties, earning too little revenue or selling too irregularly to rent a commercial property, peddled their goods amongst the streets of the city. It was not too dissimilar from her own home, Gratia could note, though Mistral was less built-up, with a far more diverse spread of the modern and traditional. Still, both city-states could be positively bustling with people at peak hours. She moved through the immense crowds, squeezing through gaps and every opportunity with nary an apology. She was intent on visiting locations of interest, fucking idiots swarming at rush hour or not. Her sharp eyes scanned eveery building she passed, burning their location and speciality into memory. The likelhood of her actually bothering to visit them was basically zero, but knowing where things were could be useful. Even that weirdass club for crackheads she just passed by. Gratia turned a corner, detaching from the crowds on the main road. What she needed to find now was some form of shopping complex, some giant, gaudy testament to the woes of consumerism to serve as a central location for her explorations. They had more shit than God sometimes. Standing on the sidewalk, hands tucked into the pockets of her coat and headphones tightly covering her ears, the teenage Huntress exuded a sense of impassive boredom as she marched down the street.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson "Exhibitionist?" Robert repeated. "What's an exhibitionist?" The boy began to mull the word over in his head, trying to guess the definition of the new word. "Well let's see, an exhibition is a public display of a skill or item, usually an art piece or something. The suffix '-ist' is used to denote a person who practices or is concerned with something. So an exhibitionist would have to be a person who presents things... Um, so what am I presenting?" he asked with a confused look on his face. That was when Robert realized that in the time it took him to figure out the definition of exhibitionist, Oswald had already left and was now replaced with the old buddy Abel. Well they probably hadn't been friends long to be considered 'old buddies', but that's beside the point. Forgetting how much clothing, or really lack there of, he was currently wearing, Robert greeted Abel as if nothing was wrong. It was too bad that Abel left almost right after Robert had noticed the guardian's presence. Turning back to Sapphire, Robert said, "Well thanks for the help anyway. Probably going go searching for someone from my team who can get me back in my room." He chose a random direction and began walking, unfortunately for him, completely missing the tiger-faunus and telepathic ferret that he has been searching for.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt nodded and smiled as he listened to the headmaster tell him where he would be staying and such. His stuff had been delivered to the dorm and he would he receiving his schedule shortly. He was very excited to be attending Beacon, it's been his life dream to attend a prestigious school like this. He looked at who his teammates were going to be and smiled. These all sounded like very nice people. He should make them a welcome back feast when they get back from their mission. He should probably make something simple though. Headmaster Ozpin coughed to get his attention and Cobalt's eyes focused. "Oh, yes of course! I'll get out right now! You're a busy man and I don't want to keep you waiting for me!" Cobalt got out of his chair and began to leave when Ozpin spoke. "You're forgetting your schedule Mr. Chideta. We wouldn't want you to be tardy." Cobalt chuckled and grabbed it from the desk. " Sorry." He backed out of the room and closed the door. Damn. That guy really knows how to make a guy feel at home. He's so calm all the time. Cobalt walked to his dorm and opened the door with the key he got. The room was nice, if a bit small for his tastes. He set up his stuff and smiled. Now all he needed was, ah there it is. He put up his poster of X-Ray and Vav and smiled. It wasn't much, but it was his new home. Now he needed to go out and make some new friends. He walked out of the dorm and locked it, then went to go meet people.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate A date? Abel had to make a conscious effort to stop himself from doing something stupid. Really, there wasn't much chance of it being a proper date, which was probably good given his inexperience. They would both have most of their teams around at the same time. Still, the thought of potentially spending time with someone not obligated to do so with him, particularly a girl like Krysanthe, made the smile on his face indelible for the next few minutes. Realizing he had been getting nowhere in regards to locating his teammates for some time, Abel opted to whip out his scroll and contact the remaining members of his team via the wonders of technology. Right off the bat, he realized he had forgotten to get Shiro's new number, still having the number of his smashed scroll on his own. After a hefty sigh, Abel decided to message Gren instead. To: Gren Orchid From: Abel Fulgurate Subject: Stuff we could do Hi. Been looking for you guys. I thought we'd go with everyone else into town and have some fun before school started. There's a bowling place called Drury Lanes that also has fast food. Neat, casual sort of place, we could hang out. Abel always felt somewhat self-conscious when he used words like 'hang out'. He always got the impression that other people would be thinking that he was trying too hard to be cool. I'll be at the airship docks in ten minutes, even if you don't want to go. Sapphire's not coming, she's doing stuff with Oswald. At first Abel had been about to type 'going on a date' rather than 'doing stuff', but he ran out of characters. Shrugging, he sent the text and made for the airship port. Naturally, Abel was the first to arrive—if anyone else was, in fact, coming. As much as he wanted to remain optimistic, he couldn't help but get that sinking feeling in his gut. Hopefully he wouldn't be heading out alone.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Show & Tell "They make hairclips that can do that?!" he gasped, eyes widening in disbelief. "Technology is amazing..." Force-field hairclips? That was something straight out of some JRPG, maybe one of those "magitech" settings in anime... Though, that'd be revolutionary even in Academy City... Force field Hair Clips! Seriously! Imagine if the Railgun got one of those things! A force-field Gekota clip... Hm. Would she even need one, though? Electromagnetism can get a lot done... "Oh, yeah. Already got it." he answered, vaguely gesturing outside. "Found a small little shop and got a nice one from it for a pretty decent price. Rides great!"</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid Gren scratched the back of his head. He wasn't surprised at her reaction, he was a complete dork. Perhaps it was best to leave things as they were. And at least he tried; every swing he doesn't take was a miss after all. Gren was about to give up and just go back to gardening when he received a message from Abel. "Bowling huh? I did have plans, but..." Looking over at the mysterious girl he sighed. He's already made a fool of himself already. What's wrong with doing it again? "Wait! I... My name is Gren Orchid. I'm actually going to head to the city soon to go bowling with my friends. If you're not busy, perhaps you'd like to come along?" Gren was expecting her to say no or just blow him off. After all, he invited her to breakfast, what made him think she wanted to go bowling with a complete stranger? Gren actually kinda wished he'd get attacked by Grimm right now. While this girl could no doubt take care of herself, at least it would give him a chance to act cooler then anything he's saying.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Airship Docks Shiro's ears perked when a student approached him and introduced himself. Looking up, he stared at the boy for a moment before frowning and tilting his head. His eyes brightened as he recognized the guy. "Robert? Robert Fallson? Oh, yeah! You're in Practice Class with me, aren't you? Yeah, I'm on Team Swansong with Abel." When Robert then reached for Scoot, Scoot crawled up to him and sniffed at the boy's hand. Shiro smiled and nodded, "Yeah, that's Scoot. You've heard about him already?" Looking at the ferret, Shiro was shocked as the creature then nipped and bit at Robert's hand. Telepathically exclaiming, "Bad!" "Scoot! What are you-!" Shiro quickly reached down and scooped Scoot up. "You don't do that! He's a friend of ours, okay?" Scoot, cradled in Shiro's arms, turned to sniff at the air towards Robert's direction and made an odd growl. "Bad!" Shiro was surprised to learn that Scoot had learned a new word, but what was exactly 'bad' about Robert? To be honest, Shiro didn't really know the guy very much so he couldn't draw his own conclusions on the man's personality type. But, even still. For Scoot to just bite Robert's finger out of nowhere when he never demonstrated an ounce of malice towards any other student. Looking up at Robert, Shiro's expression broke down into one of sincere apology. "I'm real sorry about that, he didn't hurt you or draw blood did he? He's never done that before, I don't know why he wouldn't like you." Shiro nervously chuckled as he leaned forward slightly to see how Robert's digits were. Straightening up, Shiro glared at Scoot and pointed a finger at the rodent's face. "Scoot, we don't do that! Bad!" The ferret, not quite understanding what was going on, sniffed and licked at Shiro's bandaged finger.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Beacon Docks Robert was probably more shocked than anybody else that Scoot decided to bite him. He let out an audible "Oww!" as his hand quickly recoiled away from the ferret. "Why would something so cute and adorable bite me?" he asked rhetorically. "And what did I do that made it dislike me so much? I don't smell that bad do I?" he continued, trying to lighten the mood a bit. Robert realized he was clutching his bitten index finger in his left hand and decided to give it a quick peek to see if it was in fact bleeding or swollen. As to be expected with his normal streak of luck, a slight trickle of red was running down the finger. When the concerned Shiro tried to look at the extent of the damage done by his team's pet though, Robert quickly hid his hand behind his back so he couldn't get a good look. "No worries, it's fine. Just smarts is all. No blood or anything," he lied. The red haired boy hated doing that, especially to someone he was trying to make friends with, but if Shiro found out that Scoot's bite broke the skin he'd probably feel worse about the whole thing. It wasn't Shiro's fault that Scoot saw Robert as a threat. Besides, I've had worse. Ever been bitten by a venomous spider? Man does that hurt. And going through the whole procedure of getting anti-venom is a pretty big hassle, too. Especially when you're broke. But enough about me, what are you doing? Going down to Vale, too?</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro and Vega Venetia Eating after shopping was quite relaxing for the two though the original restaurant Vega planned was packed so they ate at gourmet burger restaurant. Pricey but the food was quality. Afterwards the two strolled around Vale until coming across a sign... "Drury Lanes...hm. Want to check it out?" Gratia's only response was an ambivalent glance at her team leader, onyx eyes bland and uncaring in their gaze. It was evident that she held no particular view of going into the bowling alley; it wasn't as if she had anything better to fucking do. All she really cared for as of current was the gigantic triple-choc strawberry and mango smoothie that she was in the midst of sucking out of a curvy red straw. As well as listening to music. Headphones snugly attached to her ears, permanent scowl as her expression and an aura of spiky solemnity around her, the Huntress trainee was definitely not somebody who seemed approachable as they entered through the doors of Drury Lanes. The place had a neon-style vibe, noticing the ' as Vegas Gr8 Eats' sign. Hm this place does not seem so bad.. People were present from whether to the old men bowling to young teenagers, probably students from Beacon in Vega's mind. Vega gave a glance to Gratia after noticing the Arcade, "What to check out the Arcade and pass some time?" Vega had a stolid expression, was reserved. After all a long day in Vale exhausted her. One thing noticeable was that she wore her new jacket over her summery outfit, zipped up all the way only showing her shorts noticeable. She then crossed her arms glancing once more with reserved tight lips. A shrug was the response. Despite being surrounded by the unwashed masses of Valian idiots, she didn't really care whether or not they visited the Arcade or not. She'd let her team leader do what team leaders did: "lead". For something that didn't even fucking matter, but it wasn't like it bothered her that much anyway.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian \| Vale Salon Getting her haircut down she stepped down from the chair and quickly borrowed a mirror to fix her three recently brought hair clips to keep a bang out of her eye. With that done she went to greet her teammates "so what do you think" she asked as she turned around full circle so they can catch a glimpse of it. To her honestly it felt better like this for her it was easier and she didn't have to worry about her hair getting in her eyes when she turned her head sharply or anything like that. For her it fell into two simple categories it has to be practical and at least be somewhat fashionable. Call her whatever you want but you can't shake the fact that at times it is hard to do both. "Either way I am finished with my errand did you still want to check out the bookstore Luke?" She asked as she looked at the magazine that he has clenched tightly in his hand still it seemed that he fell for the common trap most fall for with magazines like that.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Red-Handed "Huh?" he asked, looking up from his dissection of the presumed scandal-- And feeling his ears start to burn as soon as he made eye contact with her. Not good! She saw him reading such superficial drivel with all that gusto! She was gonna think less of him for getting roped in so easily! He was but a plebian, another member of the unthinking masses now! He never wanted this! Scrambling slightly, he tossed the magazine away with a nervous and embarrassed chuckle. "Uh, yeah, sure! Maybe find something actually worth my time to read, right?" Okay, I've applied enough misdirection for reasonable doubt, right? Surely she'll understand! It's Cian! A good friend like her obviously would get it! I have faith in my teammate! What was the first question? Her hair, right. The whole reason they were there in the first place. ... His ears continued their slow burn, albeit in a much more muted and hard-to-notice manner. After all, she was a girl showing her new cut off right in front of him... Not an altogether common experience. And the style itself, for that matter, was one that he may or may not have had a weakness for... "I like it." he said after some careful deliberation. "I think it's pretty cute, actually. Looks good!"</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Drury Lanes' Arcade (Going for the High Score!) Sparing a glance away from the glowing screen of the arcade machine, Shiro saw Robert get suckered into blowing a good bit of his Lien by the prize-grabber game. Snickering, he shook his head in his moment of distraction. Golden eyes flitting back to his game, he was briefly shocked as his blonde fist-fighter's avatar was punished for his drop in attention. At this point, the difficulty in his virtual opponents was increasing. The stage's antagonist taking a good chunk out of his avatar's 'Aura Meter' with a nasty combo. Furiously tapping away, Shiro barely managed to eek out a clutch victory. "Phew! Nearly lost that round," he thought as he wiped at his forehead before moving into the next match. Mid-match, Robert came up to him after being defeated by 'The Dreaded Claw' asking if he could play with him. Forgetting that there was no 'Pause' button to the game, he turned away from the screen and smiled, "Sure, no problem! But I warn you, I won't take it easy on you even if you're a newblet. I will show no mercy for pros and scrubs alike!" Shiro started to grin, but had to take a moment to digest Robert's awkward moment of weirdness as he mirrored what he thought were legitimate martial arts stances. Even going so far as to 'Kyaa!' and karate-chop at the air in front of him. "Wow. He's stranger than I am," He couldn't help but burst in a fit of hearty laughter. Bad move. Just as he proclaimed to show no mercy on any fellow duelist, the game did the same to him in a matter of speaking. A loud announcer's voice declared 'YOU LOSE' and Shiro whirled around in horror with his mouth agape in astonishment to find his blonde pugilist knocked out and on the ground. A 10-second countdown timer ticked down and almost snidely asked him if he wanted to continue. Cobalt came up to them with a stuffed animal toy in hand asking Robert if he wanted it, but Shiro had other plans for Robert. Nearly slamming more tokens into the machine, he elected to continue but then inserted more tokens in Robert's stead. Essentially, he momentarily postponed his progress as the Challenger's selection screen came up. Reaching over, Shiro grabbed a fistful of Robert's shirt and jerked him over to stand next to him. Pointing a bandage-wrapped finger at the screen, Shiro looked at the red-head. "Pick a character now!" he nearly commanded Robert. Sure, his loss was all his own fault. But that wasn't going to stop the faunus-boy from taking it out on his friend, at least in the virtual fighting game. Once he managed to trounce Robert, he would feel better after attaining his vengeance and continue to finish his campaign. Though, the final levels may prove to be difficult. The stinging, almost mocking replay showed his blonde avatar get stun-locked into an impossibly dizzying combo that quickly whittled down his valiant fighter's Aura Meter in mere seconds.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - The Arcade It was only when he felt the touch of someone tapping him on the shoulder that Robert realized the ridiculousness of his previous actions. He tried to pretend that he wasn't embarrassed by the display, but he couldn't hide the blood that was rushing to his cheeks. Seeing who had called for his attention and why they had done so quickly distracted him from his shame though. "R-Really? Thanks, dude. I really appreciate it. If you ever need anything, just giv-" Robert began before being cut off by Shiro suddenly grabbing him in anger. Since he had been talking with Cobalt, he hadn't noticed Shiro become distracted and lose his game and was completely confused by the change in behavior. "Okay," Robert agreed as he grabbed the joystick of the game, slightly nervous of Shiro's sudden rage. He looked at each individual character's portrait and chose the one he felt had the coolest appearance, completely ignoring any of their stats. "This guy seems cool," he said as he chose the blond, sword and shield wielder. Little did he know that the character he had chosen was in fact just a joke character the developers had put in the game and was infamous among fans for being the worst character in the game. When the match began, Robert quickly pressed each if the buttons to see what each one did. "Alright, I'm ready! Let's do this!" Robert said as he rested his fingers on the jab and kick buttons.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - The Arcade "Nonononononononono!" Robert shouted as Shiro began his onslaught of attacks and combos. It may have only been a few seconds, but it felt like a lifetime to Robert, a lifetime of being unable to do anything. That didn't stop the redhaired teen from trying though, as he mashed the buttons and threw the analog stick in random directions hoping that he might get out of his horrible fate. When the flurry of punches and jabs from Shiro's character finally did end, Robert was horrified by the amount of health his character had left. "That was like... three quarters of my health. Maybe more!" His wide-eyed expression soon turned to that of determination though as he truly realized the skill of his opponent. "If I'm going to lose, you can be darn sure that I'm not going down without a fight!" Robert cried before making his character charge forward. As soon as he was in range, he began to rapidly tap the "jab" button with his index finger before backing away. His strategy was to now go for hit-and-run attacks. In no way did he expect to win with this strategy, but it should keep Shiro from getting a perfect match.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Drury Lanes' Arcade Grinning from ear to ear as Robert watched in horror as his avatar was nearly decimated, Shiro thumbed his nose and sniffed in an almost haughty and arrogant taunt. As if saying "What, that? That was nothing." After his red-haired friend got over the initial shock of nearly being pounded into the virtual ground, his renewed determination to come out of the situation Shiro put him in instilled in the tiger Faunus a sense of admiration for the guy. Laughing heartily, Shiro playfully smacked Robert's shoulder. "Now that's what I like to hear!" Turning his attention back to the screen, he had his blonde fist-fighter back off to her side of the screen. Quickly tapping a few buttons, he had her do a taunt similar to Shiro's at Robert's swordsman. Confidently smirking, she thumbed her nose and gave Robert's character a thumbs-down. "You're finished!" the blonde said. Having familiarized with nearly all her moves and combos, he quickly tapped a series of button combinations and had her load her Shotgun Gauntlets. He was sure her weapons had a name, but Shiro wasn't really concerned with that at the moment. From across the screen, Shiro's character unleashed a barrage of Dust Shotgun blasts at Robert's character, bombarding the swordsman as her one of her meters drained from the special moves. Robert's new hit-and-run irked Shiro slightly, and he was going to punish his new friend for it. Glancing to the side at Robert, Shiro smirked. "Heh-heh, let's see how you get out of this!" he said as Robert's character was hit with one explosive dust blast after another. Bobbing his head from side to side as he worked Robert's character over some, he melodically chanted "Be! Aggressive! B-E AGGRESSIVE!" Shiro laughed as he nudged his swaying hips into Robert's. His tail swaying with him.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - The Arcade Robert gritted his teeth as Shiro activated his character's special. "Leeeeerrrroy Jenkiiiins!" he shouted as he moved the analog stick in Shiro's character's direction. As the first shell of the barrage neared, Robert quickly pushed it upward, just narrowly jumping over it, it's following shots, and the blond heroine. "Hahaha! I can't believe that worked!" Robert shouted in disbelief. "Now! Taste my sword, fiend!" As Shiro's special began to end, Robert quickly turned his character around and began to slash and stab at the back of the defenseless girl before quickly backing away again. "How do you like dem' apples?" the red-haired teen taunted, nudging Shiro with his elbow, as he activated his own character's taunt. The sword wielding character pointed his sword at his opponent and stepped forward to strike what would have been a heroic-looking pose, if not for the sudden appearance of a banana peel that surely hadn't been there before, causing his character to slip and fall on his face. "Well that's a strange taunt," Robert said as his character began to lift himself off the ground.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Drury Lanes' Arcade "How...DARE he!?" Shiro stood unmoving with his mouth agape, momentarily stunned that Robert actually managed to get a short combo into his character's back. Not that it did much to the Aura Bar, but it was the principle of the matter."He actually managed to evade all that!?" His special meter, wasted. It was unbelievable, incredulous even! This plebian scrub, managed to actually get some hits in on him? No, he wouldn't stand for that. He wouldn't have the loss that was half-Robert's fault mar his winning streak. He was not about to take two losses at that! Apparently, his avatar was stunned too as a special animation played her sorrowfully reaching out with her palms as strands of her blonde hair floated to the ground. Clutching the cut strands of her luxurious hair in her fist, Shiro watched as she grit her teeth and she began to put off a golden glow. Her eyes reddening as she visibly grew angry. A notification popped up on Shiro's side of the screen as a small meter that seemed to fill as she got hit completely maxed out. "SEMBLANCE BURST!" The notification said. Looking down at the list of simple combos and controls on the console of the arcade machine, he saw a string of button combinations that seemed to activate something unique for each character if certain conditions were met. Apparently, he failed to notice the meter that filled whenever his character took damage. Whatever it was, it seemed to instantly max out if she took damage from behind and her hair got ruined. Looking down at the commands and back up at the screen, he quickly input them and watched as his blonde fighter let out a yell and a small bubble around her suddenly exploded with the activation of her Semblance. Eyes brightening as he gasped upon this discovery, he evilly chuckled as he looked at Robert. "You done messed up now, noob."</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - The Arcade Robert looked confused as Shiro's character as it played some strange animation of what looked to the beginning of some rage mode. "Uhh, that doesn't look good. What is that meter? Do I have that?" Robert asked worriedly. Slowly backing all the way to the edge of the arena, Robert raised his character's shield in the hopes that whatever happened next could possibly be blocked to either reduce or, even more unlikely, completely negate the incoming ass-kicking. "This is going to hurt," he said, almost unable to watch what would most likely be his character being beat to a pulp.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Drury Lanes' Arcade He had to act quickly, whatever activated for him surely wouldn't last long. He could only assume that his character moved faster and hit harder for a brief period in time, maybe setting up for her Super or Ultimate. Seeing Robert have his character back into a corner and put up his shield in a feeble attempt to turtle it out, caused Shiro to scoff and smirk. "Heh." Normally, some Supers in fighting games could easily be blocked or dodged. But, Shiro knew how to handle those kinds of players. For those who attempted to evade, delaying a few seconds and good timing usually nailed them. For those who blocked it was even easier as most throws in fighters broke guards. Having his lady dash right up to the swordsman, he had her grab at the turtling scrublord and toss him behind her. Looking down at the console of the arcade machine, he found what he needed to activate her Super as Robert's character was still mid-air from being thrown and expertly tapped it in. Cocking her arm back she blasted forward for a match ending flaming right hook. As the screen flashed to display and declare Shiro's victory, the faunus boy threw up his arms and cried out loudly, "WHOO!" tossing some of his tokens up into the air in a cascade of glittering victory. Jabbing at Robert's ribcage with his fingers, he rubbed it in some more. "In your FACE!"</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - The Arcade Robert looked down at the ground in shame before responding to Shiro's boasting with a shrug. "Ah well, you won fair and square," he said as he stuck his hand forward for a handshake. "Good game, Shiro. Maybe I should get some more practice so that next time I might be less of a noob?" The red-haired teen looked down at his scroll to see the time before looking back up to Shiro. "Well, I should probably head back to the dorms. Have never been much of a good sleeper and we got combat class in the morning. Hopefully I'll be able to put up more of a fight in real combat. You coming with or will I see you again tomorrow in class?"</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Dorm ==> Combat Class Sapphire woke the next morning clear headed. She unlike the cat faunus had enough foresight to order something non alcoholic. She got up well before anyone else in the room wishing to shower and change in privacy. More than likely none of her teammates would notice, they tended to avoid her area of the room as much as they possibly could, Sapphire had threatened to drop Scoot into a well if he was ever found in her stuff not long after they'd returned from the Shelter mission. It appeared the threat had been well heeded for her things remained so far undisturbed. The same could not be said for the rest of the room. Gren despite his need to look after absolutely every facade of his teammates lives kept his space in the room a complete mess. Shiro's things had never quite recovered from his hurricane blast through the room shortly before the mission and between Shiro and Gren Sapphire couldn't be sure if Abel had brought any luggage at all, not counting where it might be. Sighing in mild disgust Sapphire dressed in her normal cloths. She was preparing for a fight today so instead of her usual white silk gloves to cover the scars on her hands she instead wore fingerless black skater gloves, they granted increased control and grip which was a benefit to her fighting style. Yesterday she'd had to take her white gloves off in order to play her fiddle but she'd put them back on immediately after. She didn't think anyone at the table had noticed the long white scars criss crossing over her palms, at least they hadn't said anything about it. It was possible they were too polite. At least Oswald and the cat girl were. Fully dressed and ready for the day Sapphire armed herself, she was still using daggers from the Beacon armoury, it would be another day or two before the materials for her new nightmare blades where ready. The school ones where certainly the same length and design but they lacked any of the special features that her originals had encompassed. They didn't feel quite right in her hands but they would do for a simple sparring match. With her weapons in hand Sapphire went for breakfast before arriving at the arena. Goodwitch sent out a text with the pairings for the day. Hers was apparently someone named Napoli Fiordilatte. The name made him sound very much like a high maintenance aristocrat but Sapphire intended to get a read on him before making any assumptions.</s> <\|message\|>Violet Steel Emmy groaned, her head was...well it wasn't as bad as the previous morning, she had to admit. However it still was causing her grief and she had a big day ahead of her. Despite her own body's protests she marched herself into the bathroom and freshened up. For her it was her first day, and it was important for her for the day to go perfectly, make those good first impressions with the teachers, all that jazz. She got herself a bowl of cereal and some OJ, ate it up lightning fast, and then was off. ----------------------------- Ms. Goodwitch's class was buzzing with excitement and energy, and Emerald could practically feed on it. She was certainly more alert now and roaring to go. As their scrolls were updated with who would fight who Emmy looked at her own. She found who she was going to fight to be rather interesting, not that she had any clue who they were. For now however she found herself drawn to watching the first couple matches. The first one she saw was Robert Fallson v Krysanthe, which she found particularly interesting since she and Krysanthe had a personal duel scheduled after classes that day. It certainly allowed her to see what sort of moves that Krysanthe might use when it came time for their duel. She was confused by Robert's behavior however, and found his apparent issue with fighting woman to be silly. Faunus boys certainly weren't taught not to fight women, the sex and gender of their enemies didn't matter, you fought them regardless, or you died. She didn't think Robert would last long as a huntsmen with that attitude, what would he do if he had to fight a bad guy that was a woman? Silly boy. The next fight was Luke vs Shiro. Emmy of course had to root for Shiro, considering they'd already become friends. Luke looked like a pretty interesting guy as well, obviously they'd have to become friends as well, just not right now. The way Emmy described their fight was...intense. It got pretty serious for a while, almost frighteningly so. Emmy thought they'd both burn up in the explosion for a moment. In the end though Shiro came out on top, if only barely. He then surprisingly forfeited the match, despite having a clear victory. Emmy thought that said a lot about his character. ------------------------------------ Violet looked at both her comrades in turn, as if sizing them up. The familiar voice that spoke to them was wise as always, if they truly were to work with each other, they needed to know each other's strengths and weaknesses. Therefore they needed to fight. The warehouse they were in was large and full of obstacles, perfect for ambushing and sniping. As they were however, they were far too close to each other for a bow to be very effective. Violet silently pulled out her bow in front of her, before detaching the string and splinting it in two. She brandished the newly formed scimitars, one in each hand. "Prepare yourselves." She wouldn't speak again till their sparring was over.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Combat Class After struggling to get up from the slippery water that was now flowing off the stage, Robert was finally able to get off his back and onto his knees. "I... lost?" he asked rhetorically. He let out a disgruntled groan as he fell forward, now lying face-down in a pool of water. Robert tried to think how was it possible that his aura dropped into the red. "My aura was still in the yellow when she was about to do that aerial kick. Did slipping and falling on my butt really drop it to red?" Letting out a few more groans and moans, the red-haired teen finally pushed himself off the ground and stood up on his own two feet. "Good fight, Krysthane," Robert said as he walked off the stage. Every step that he took, his soaked shoes made a squelch noise and left a small puddle behind. Drops of water would fall from the corners of his clothing. His, now drenched, red hair clung to his head. As he sat down, Robert hugged his legs towards his body in an attempt to conserve body heat from the chilling water that had soaked him to the bone. "I wish I had a towel," he complained to himself.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane sighed, well at least they had a passing grade. "Uh ya good fight." she wished that she could have had a real fight but this wasn't that bad. That Robert guy was pretty good considering how well he had done without fighting back at all. Krysthane winced a little at the sloshing of his movement and his manner that clearly displayed his discomfort. She took off her red scarf and offered it to him, "Well its no towel, but you can dry yourself off with it." Krysthane said cheerily. He lost the match he shouldn't have to freeze his butt off as well. @Guess Who</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn "I basically like everything... especially sweet stuff." , Skyra opened up to Mokuren. In the meanwhile Skyra was finished polishing her two weapons and she swung them around creating the trademark whizzing sound she loved so much about her swords. Of course at the sound of her weapons she smiled broadly from ear to ear. "I absolutely love this sound. That's also why I fight. To hear these lovely sounds." She sheathed her swords again. "I actually think this fighting is not just a suggestion. But I'm kinda burned out a bit, from last Friday, you know. Fought almost the entire day, which I hadn't done for a while now since I've joined Beacon. Have to get used to constantly fighting again, although from what I remember from back then, before Beacon, it always was super-fun."</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren smiled, hearing Skyra liked sweet stuff. Cheese wasn't very sweet, so she would need to get something better. Maybe some Sweetmeats. Those could be good. And then, Mokuren heard Skyra's reason to fight. Such a...simple reason. Such a foolish reason. Mokuren felt rather envious of Skyra for that. "You fight for noise? That, is.....a nice reason" She said, still rather off balance at the whole thing. Why fight for something like that? It wasn't a nessecity. Skyra could do anything, beyond fighting, but chose to because she was enticed by her weapons sound. "It fills my heart with joy, and envy to see you so attached to your weapons. My sword is just a reminder of my faults. How I was to weak to save, to weak to resist. And eventually to weak to carry on living with him" She spoke as if in a daze, but then suddenly jumped up, and grinned, trying to ignore the fact that she had even spoke. "But, one must keep their spirit up, always. a vurnerable spirit makes you have your clothes eaten and stolen from you, so you must dash around in nothing but a towel! So, don't lose spirit"</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Combat Class Robert continued to watch the fights, shivering in his seat from his soaked clothing. When Shiro ran out of the classroom, a frightened expression on his face, the thought of following to see what was wrong with his friend crossed his mind. Only two things kept the red haired boy in his chair. The fear of Goodwitch's possible anger of him running out of the room in the middle of class without being excused, and the thought that maybe his imagination could possibly be blowing everything out of proportion. "For all I know, Shiro could just need to use the toilet really badly," he muttered. And so, he continued sitting in his chair, watching the fights. The sound of a familiar voice broke Robert's concentration on the two teens that battled for the sake of their GPAs. "Hmm? Oh, no it's alright. I doubt a scarf is going do much anyway. Thank you for offering though," he responded to Krysthane. He shrugged before continuing to speak. "Besides, now I'll be sure to remember not to get on your bad side. Wouldn't want to feel like I just got put through the 'Rinse Spin' on a washing machine again, now would I?" he joked, trying to convince Krysthane that he wasn't as bad as he looked.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Grane Blauer Grane Blauer "I see you just got your sea legs laddie!" "Gee thanks." Grane gripped his stomach in pain, trying to resist the urge to throw the the first mate and his shit eating grin overboard. He hadn't expected the ship ride to be that bad, he chose it over the airship for a reason, but the storm they went through made the ship lurch like no tomorrow. Perhaps he should have taken the long trek instead of trying his chances with this merchant ship. It would have been much more peaceful. And Grane wouldn't have felt like he was about to throw up yesterday's lunch. "Thanks for the ride I guess.... I'll go now." Grane jumped off the boat, and gave a sigh of relief as his shoes hit the ground. The Port of Vale was full of activity, as expected from such a major city. Well, with all these goods.... They wouldn't miss one measly bottle. He needed it for the next bloody ride he'd have to take to get to Beacon. Gods know Grane would rather be drunk than trying to sit through a flight on nothing. He hastily shoved the bottle in his bag after taking a sip. It seemed that no one was really watching, as he made no attempt to hide the blatant crime. Grane found his airship and waited for the flight to start…but then fell asleep. --------- Grane found himself waking up with a bad hangover. He was never too good with alcohol anyway, but that never really stopped him. Grane sluggishly walked off the airship, making it to the entrance of Beacon. Grane actually didn't know what to do at this point- nothing came to mind, and perhaps he was a bit too drunk to think properly. Aimlessly walking around, Grane hoped he might find someone with authority he could talk to. None of the students really wanted to talk to him, and some even mumbled something about bad music. He saw someone who looked relatively new as well, and found himself following him in hopes of finding some sort of faculty.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn An elated giggle erupted out of Skyra breathing in the fresh air. "Your bum is just right. Not too fat, but still properly butt shaped. It's at least better than mine." In a swift motion she reached into the bag of sweets, pulled something out, she didn't actually care what, and put it into her mouth merrily chewing on it. "Shanksh!", she mumbled, her mouth full of the remains of baked goods. Quickly she gulped it down, although still savouring the aftertaste in her mouth. "You're also a lot more well equipped in other areas than me." Skyra winked and massaged her small bumps on her chest for a second. "Not that I wanted yours, though."</s> <\|message\|>Algernon Fullbuster It took a conscious effort on Ozpin's part not to sigh. To be certain, change was a part of life, and flexibility was part of dealing with the changes it threw one's way. That the student body would be this much in flux, however, managed to upset the headmaster. And this time, the circumstance was far more worrying than a transfer to another school, as with team JRVR, or a recall for reasons of 'family business' as had been used for Aurellius and Marcus. Overnight, three students had disappeared. For some time now, a steady tension had lay beneath the surface of everyday life, touchable only faintly by Ozpin, his friends, and his professors, though there nonetheless. Now, however, it seemed as if whatever force lay in opposition to Beacon had made its first move. The pieces had been set a week ago; now, the game had begun. The lives of students could, however, lend themselves only to a most cruel game. Come Friday, team JSSC would be on its way to find and rescue Priscilla, Daniel, and Grayson. Until then, the gathering of information would be key. None of this mattered at the moment, however. New students, previously without allies to call their own, were right here now in Ozpin's office, and he turned away from contemplating the view from his window to greet them. He studied their faces, internalizing their features as well as names. Delta Snow. Brown eyes closely regarded the pale blue. Grane Blauer. He scrutinized the unique look on his face. With these two, that would make three down, counting Miss Beryl Harkan, who he'd spoken to earlier. Soon to arrive would be the senior Sterling, back from his extended voyage, to join his teammates Jasmine and Sarina and to meet Claire for the first time. The student body would be in full strength—though immediately after thinking this, Ozpin chided himself for even beginning to consider his pupils as an army. Ironwood, though a friend, had yet to convince him to employ him that the students should do anything save evacuate in case of some kind of invasion. "Welcome to Beacon, then. Grab your scrolls and then seek out Robert Fallson, your team leader. I expect from you two every ounce of dedication and effort, if not more, than from the students who began their year here. You have until lunch to visit the team's classes, socialize, and relax, but afterward..." he shook is head, trying to ignore an annoying music coming from somewhere outside the room. "...it will be time to begin." Outside the school It wasn't long before the source of the noise made itself apparent. Behind the campus of Beacon was a hill, and cresting it now came the point from which the cacophony originated. Shambling down the slope came a boy, who looked to be about fourteen, with shaggy sand-blonde hair that reached his shoulders, frayed and dirty clothing, and a look of exhaustion on his face. The very air around him trembled, seemingly vibrating at ultra-complex frequencies to create sounds from nowhere; it did not take a sharp mind to guess that the making of soundwaves was this young man's semblance. Even so, it looked to be an obscenely powerful one. Now that the boy could see people facing him, he visibly scrunched himself up in order to deaden the tooth-rattling music. In an instant, there was dead silence save for the ringing of ears. The boy walked closer. Professor Fullbuster rushed to his side to lend him his shoulder and keep him from falling over. When the strange and ominous newcomer drew close to the group, three new features could be seen. First, his sclera were not white, but black, framing disconcerting white irises. Second, his mouth was seemingly stitched shut, which perhaps explained his emaciation. Third, tattooed down the bridge of his nose in bold black print was the word: EMBODIMENT. Before anything else could be seen, there came a single melodic and ethereal whisper in the air, "help me" before the last of the boy's strength faded from him and he collapsed in the professor's arms. Fullbuster motioned for another student to assist him with carrying the newcomer. "We must get him to the clinic immediately. I need one more of you to help open doors on the way. Someone else needs to run and find the headmaster, he oughta be in his office right now. Go, quick!"</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta-Outside Cobalt's eyes widened as rushed forward to help Professor Fullbuster. He shouldered the strange boy and looked around. He took the weight of the boy entirely as he picked him up and carried him Bridal style. He was somewhat heavy, but he was used to carrying heavy things. Cobalt looked at the boy and flinched. His mouth was completely stitched shut, his clothes were torn in various places, and he looked like he hadn't slept in days. Cobalt looked around at everyone staring and growled. "I'm sorry, I thought we were being trained to help people! I didn't know this was a school meant to train people in the art of being a lazy ass slacker!" He yelled at several people who were doing nothing but staring. "Hurry up and open the damn doors!"</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Outside "Oh my- What the heck happened to this kid?" Robert said as soon as he got close enough to see the face of Beacon's new arrival. Upon seeing Prof. Fullbuster motioning for help, the red-headed teen rushed in to aid the teacher and unnamed boy. Cobalt seemed to beat him to the punch though. "Okay, I'll get Ozpin," Robert said as he rushed to the the headmaster's tower. "Who could have done something like this?" he said as he burst through the first set of doors. Everyone was probably thinking it, but he was the first to say it out loud, though he knew he wouldn't receive an answer. At least not one that would satisfy his curiosity. Two things stood out in Robert's mind as he raced through the hallways. One, even he knew that this was the beginning of something terrible, and it could only get worse from here. And two, could this be related to Priscilla, Daniel, and Greyson disappearing? They only went missing last night, so Robert thought that maybe they went out and did something together and would come back in the middle of one of their many classes together. With this though, the fear that the events could be related plagued his mind. Finally, Robert burst through the last set of doors that led to Ozpin's office. Running from where the commotion outside was coming from and all the way up the tower, because the elevator was taking way too long, left the team leader out of breath. "Mr. Ozpin," he said before having a coughing fit. "Boy... Outside... Embodiment... Sewn mouth... Come quick..." Robert continued between large gulps of breaths. He definitely needed to try a lot harder in Ms. Iderson and Ms. Vanhomrigh's class so he wouldn't get like this after a small amount of running. Though in his defense, that was a lot of stairs.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Delta Snow Delta Snow - The Familiar's Ramblings Delta had been passing the time by coiling the hair that usually hung over the bridge of his nose around his finger. His gaze drifted over in the direction of his familiar sending volleys of queries at his newly acquainted comrades. It was fun to see his companion in such a jollity state, even refreshing, almost. The sight could almost put a smile on his face, if his facial muscles actually had prior usage. But the chatterbox of a familiar also fulfilled a secondary purpose in this scenario. Eve's intention was to get to know its comrades, but it also gave leeway for Delta to indirectly study his teammates. The leader, Robert, actually took the time to answer every individual question haphazardly flung at him, while the other simply gave a short response listing the necessities. Succinct, straightforward, and with minimum time spent. It was easy to see which of the two had the more disciplined pedigree. But on the other hand, albeit Robert seemed to be a bit sheepish, he appeared to be the kind of guy to put in immeasurable bouts of time and effort into anything without the slightest of obligation, no matter how daunting the task may be. Delta could tell why he was appointed as the leader of his previous team. The boy couldn't help but to wonder what exactly happened to them, considering what time of the year it already was, he should already have three more members backing him up at this juncture. He wouldn't pry. Not yet at least. Eve hung onto every word, watching as the syllables gravitated themselves from their points of origination and glided into the semblance's ears. It was then that Eve realized it had forgotten to introduce itself, pouting for a moment at its own brashness. "Sorry, I was so caught up in the heat of the moment, I forgot to introduce myself." The familiar rubbed the back of its head with a stubby appendage and lightly chuckled at itself, "My name is Eve, I'm Delta's semblance! I don't have an exact gender, so feel free to designate me by my name. I materialized as soon as Delta was able to manifest his abilities, which means I'm basically connected to his lifeforce." The familiar glanced back at the aforementioned boy, who was aimlessly staring off towards the door. A sigh escaped its miniscule mouth before continuing on with the conversation, "Oooooh, pizza?! Wonder if it can challenge sergeant Ken's homemade pie. Glad to hear that the academy has a wide diversity of sustenance." Eve was glad that the chefs here weren't as narrow-minded as those back at their old base. They were probably friendlier as well. Eve tilted its head when Robert asked to clarify about what it exactly wanted to know. An arm pressed itself against its chin as it thought over the next question. "I guess… What's your best feature?" Eve could already tell that Grane would resonate well with Delta. Quiet people always seemed to have another form of communication, one which transcended words. While all of this was happening, the student was wondering when they would go on to their next class. There was somebody he wanted to meet.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Dismissed When Headmaster Ozpin appeared and stormed into the infirmary, Oswald straightened out like a board. He knew the situation was FUBAR, but it took the normally aloof man's dead serious face to drive into him that they might be dealing with forces beyond their power. As Cobalt skittered off and Sapphire went to address their headmaster, Oswald frowned. He wasn't used to letting something like this go. It certainly didn't feel right, either. Perhaps he'd ask Sapphire for more information and request that his team be involved in any movements Ozpin was willing to make in regards to this event. The bubbling rage he'd felt earlier was still there, it was just much quieter now. Still, he knew that above all else, a calm head was needed. At least until other heads needed to be busted. Oswald would wait until he was given a target, but all bets were off as soon as his leash was dropped. Of all people, certainly a leader of one of the most powerful groups of humanity knew the consequences to letting loose the hounds of war. Grunting as he was left alone, Oswald made his way to Math class, ready to make a pointless attempt at the work they were being given. He was either going to fail out of Beacon, or just barely pass. At least he was a contender for high marks outside of the academic classes, right? Right.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Math Class Robert wasn't one for bragging, in fact he was quite modest, maybe too much so. When Eve asked him for his 'best feature,' it was a surprisingly difficult task for him. "Hmm... best feature. Best feature. Best feature," he said as he gave the question some serious thought. "Well there's... Uh... Maybe... No... Umm..." he continued. Finally, he came to a decision. "Well, I was chosen to be leader for some reason right? I guess it's my leadership abilities. Not wanting to just end the conversation there, Robert thought of a new topic to continue the conversation. "So Eve, what can you tell us about yourself and Delta. Knowing what my teammates are like certainly helps when trying to lead you all in combat. Wouldn't want to send someone with arachnophobia to fight a group of Broodlings." Not even Robert knew how helpful talking to Eve and getting to know his new team was. Without this distraction, his mind would certainly wander, and if that happened it wouldn't take long before he returned to thinking about his old team. Doing that wouldn't help anyone, it would only send Robert into a mood of depression and sorrow as he thought of all the other people in his life that he'd lost and could possibly never see again. At only the age of eighteen, he'd already lost more than most. No point on dwelling on it though.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Naoko Kuma [color=grey]Naoko- Aura Control Class[/grey] Naoko listened intently to what the teacher was saying. Despite being a senior, every tiny titbit of information was another step closer to becoming a better fighter, and the potential of what laid before him was astonishing. To be able to control your own aura like that, it's almost like another weapon. Unfortunately, throughout the class, Naoko had difficulty perfectly repelling the attacks of his partner. To focus so intensely like that probably required more than one session of training and probably a tiny bit of talent as well. I mean, class was fine, but Naoko would much prefer a mission. Experience in the field and whatnot.</s> <\|message\|>Delta Snow Delta Snow - "What happens in Vale, stays in Vale" (Changing the text color of Delta so it's a bit more noticeable. ( ﾟ▽ﾟ)/ ) "So… Are you sure we should still leave him be?" Eve whispered to Delta as they both stared at Robert a few rows down, who still had talked with either of his teammates. The man was wallowing in self-pity. Both of them were witnessing the plight of a bespectacled adolescent, twiddling his thumbs, drowning in a sea of angst. "Eh. This is kind of nostalgic. Remember that one guy from boot? Name started with a Y? Cried for his mother the first day we were there?" The two bared a striking resemblance, since nobody seemed to answer their cries for help. "How about now?" Eve poked again worriedly, Delta slightly shook his head instantaneously in response. "A little bit longer. Let's see if he notices or something happens." Finally, a beacon of hope waltzed over to the loner, bearing gifts of conversation and recognition of his existence. Whatever she was saying was inaudible over the bounds of volume emanating from the slew of topics being flung about the room, but at least she was chatting with the redhead. A sigh of relief slipped out of his lips, allowing him to ease his posture. "It's alright, besides…" The student trailed of when he heard someone beckoning for him from behind. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Grane next to what he presumed to be an old friend of his, with a grin wider than the circumference of Remnant's sun stretched across his face. He had to admit, he was a bit surprised to see the guy in such a giddy state. Delta presumed Grane sported a scowl 24/7, but it just goes to show one can't judge a book by its cover. Well, unless that cover is drenched in scotch, then maybe a conclusion or two could be made. The boy tilted his head at the hand motion his comrade made, it took a few minutes for him to realize that he was supposed to make his way over to the two. He quietly pushed his chair back and paced towards them. They seemed to be reminiscing over something, maybe about their probably colorful past with each other. Grane promptly introduced the faunus of the hour as Gren Orchid. Delta peered down at the outstretched hand and slowly leveled his own, still a bit new to socializing with people his age. "Likewise. Oh, last name's Sn-" All at once the rage of a thousand young suns set upon his volar region. The student winced slightly, but kept an overall blank expression as the two shook hands, "...-ow." He managed to eek out the last fragment of the sentence before he retracted his hand back into solace. The boy rolled up each phalange, just to make sure they were still operational. Grane spurred on the conversation by bringing up their team leader, who they had only known for about an hour at the most. He did find it a bit early to start making statements, but given Robert's uneasy demeanor, the faunus' comments were warranted. "Well, there's still much left to be seen. I wouldn't critically analyze him yet. I've had a few squadmates in the past who started circulating assumptions of other members, ended up creating a whole incohesive unit." He firmly stated, then took a double take on Robert, "But even I'll admit that he needs a morale boost." Delta commented with his monotonous tone, plucking a stack held together by tattered rubber bands and thereby proceeded to pocket it. At least Gren came prepared, perhaps he would pursue a life of an entrepreneur after he retires as a huntsman. He certainly found a way to get on people's good sides. That steak sounded pretty alluring right now. "You're right, we haven't even checked out the city yet! It will be a good learning experience~. Maybe we'll find a few restaurants which prepare chicken!" Oh yeah. That's why birds hated Eve. The familiar had remained silent during the entire conversation and finally decided to chime in. "Oh, sorry. I'm Delta's semblance, Eve. Pleased to meet you, Gren." It bowed its head as a greeting, "I've got a person or two in mind. I'll grab… What did you refer to him as again? 'Sad Sack'?" He spun around on the ball of his foot and began to descend the steps leading to Robert's row. "You're not drinking." "I know." Delta followed up without skipping a beat. "Not a single drop." The boy stopped next to Robert and a student he was conversing with. "Hey Robert! What's with the sullen look? Anyways, Delta was wondering if you wanted to go out with him and a few classmates later on. It'd be nice to have another person who knows their way around the city on board!" The young soldier presented not one, but two cards in his palm. Eve raised an eyebrow, but suddenly picked up on what its companion was denoting, "Oh, and you're free to come along too, miss…?" Eve trailed off as it looked up at the girl. She appeared to be the same age as Delta, armed with cyanic irises which mesmerized the familiar. A whole lot more interesting than the monochrome slate grey the student bearing it was born with. Hopefully her name was just as interesting.</s> <\|message\|>Violet Steel Violet Steel "I'll retrieve this Crimson Volk from the station." Violet declared. With Valin already offering to be the distraction for the Vale Hospital mission it was really the only option she had. She was about to head over to the blue box and pick up the mask needed for the mission when Amber spoke to her. She slowly turned towards him, looking at him with a cold stare. "I'm only going to say this once, so listen well. I didn't join this group to get shacked up. I joined because I believe what we're doing is for the good of the entire world, that's it. I don't know why you and the others joined, and frankly I don't really care. Just do your part, and I'll do mine." She turned and began to walk away, before pausing and looking at Amber with the corner of her eye. "And about the whole getting me 'wet' thing…that's sexual harassment… don't do it again." Without another word to Amber she walked over to the cardboard box and pulled out the mask that would identify her as a member of a local gang. She saw no reason to delay her rescue attempt of Crimson Volk and simply left the warehouse.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - History Class "Huh?" Robert replied as a girl he couldn't remember the name of said something. "Sorry, were you talking to me? I don't think I caught that." He had been distracted when Cian sat down, listening to the conversation between Gren, Grane, and Delta. It certainly wasn't Robert's proudest skill, but over the years he had gained an exceptional talent for eavesdropping on things that he wasn't supposed to hear. Back in his old life, it was practically required for him to listen in on other people talking, because the more information you knew on your mark, the better the chances that you would get away. Part of him wanted to tell his team that he wasn't usually like this, all depressing and sulky, it was just a combination of recent events. Running into the White Fang again after so many years, his team going missing, the possibility that the boy from earlier might be connected to what happened. It was hard not to be a little dow- Oh no, Delta's coming over. "Oh hey, Eve. What's going on? You here to tell us about Gren's par-" He let it slip. Now Delta and Eve would know that he heard everything. This could get awkward. Knowing there was no way to take back those words, Robert finished his sentence, "-ty?" He gave an awkward smile to his teammate and his little semblance.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn "Nooooooooo!", Skyra flailed and fake-shouted. "Not my tomboy image!" Another fit of laughter arrived and shook her tiny body. It took a while for this fit to cede and after that Skyra looked right into Mokuren's eyes and with a serious, but still somewhere joking, voice she stated: "I already wear a skirt in combat... and here in school, too, with that uniform. I don't need no dress!" While still that close, Skyra breathed in and caught a whiff of Moku's lovely, foxy smell. How did she manage to smell that nice all the time? That thought, though, was for another time, since her scroll beeped. "Huh... Krys is inviting me for lunch... to this new deli place or something...", she looked up from her scroll and sized up Mokuren for a minute until she, suddenly excited again, spurted out: "Wanna come with me? Eat a nice lunch? Don't worry about the money, I'll invite you."</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren watched Skyra flail as her tom-boy image was mercilessly destroyed, and twirlied an invisible mustache, laughing evily out loud. "HahaHAhaha" However, all joking and laughing aside, she managed to retain some shread of sanity when Skyra spoke. "Ohh, a skirt is no good. It has to be a beautiful dress, one that flows and makes you look so beautiful" Mokuren explained, her nose bleeding as the prospect of such an attractive sight. Then, on a stray bit of wind, Mokuren caught Skyra's scent in full, and it made her happy. This girl, this faunus, smelled so good, for whatever reason it was, Mokuren wasn't about to complain. What she did do, however, was advance on the girl and nuzzle her neck, but only for a few seconds, since she was interupted by bleeping. "Die foul bleeping thing!" She exzclaimed, before Skyra dealt with it. Apparently, it was an invite to lunch, with Skyra. Skyra inviting to lunch. Skyra Lunch! Swiftly imitating a tomato in colour, Mokuren bit her lip hesitently for a few seconds, and then nodded. "I...like that idea. It's a date!" She declared with great vigor, only to freeze when she heard what she had actually said, and remain stiff, awaiting the judgement of Skyra.</s> <\|message\|>Naoko Kuma Naoko's arm felt like it ricocheted of off Taidan's deflection. Naoko was amazed but immediately began analysing Taidan. He looked at his eyes, his body composure, stance and so on. He looked him up and down again before finally asking. "How'd ya do it?" Naoko inquired, throwing his arms up in the air in frustration. "I can't do it. What's your method T?" He further continued. Naoko had to know the secret to this technique. No matter what it took, not being able to use this kind of power was failure in his eyes, and he will never give up until he has every single tool he can acquire to become a great hunter.</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta Cobalt nodded as he listened to what Diamond said. He understood all those points. "I get it. It's hard to let go and let someone else choose for you." Cobalt smiled after she gave him a chance in the leadership department. It was far away from friendship but maybe there was still a chance in those regards too. That smile immediately went away after her following words. "I'll keep that in mind." Suddenly she had a knife to his stomach and it took all his willpower to not reach for the handgun he had hidden in his left back pocket. "If you're gonna preach to me about self control, how about you don't immediately draw a knife on me." He called out to her as she walked away. Whatever. "I don't think we're going to ever be friends." Cobalt muttered to himself as he walked away. When was lunch going to end?</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Aura Control Class Taidan grinned, his face immediately becoming a visage of great cheer as he clapped his hands together, a clear sign of an incoming longwinded explanation on how he had exerted his Aura in a manner that had allowed him to counter his teammate's attack. The pretty boy closed the distance between them, moving to throw an arm over Naoko's shoulder. "You know how you can sorta like, feel your Aura just flowing within you, all the time?" he began, materialising one of his ethereal arms to slowly turn and emphasise his point. "It's like, you gotta intensify that feel until you find what hits the spot, what point makes it real easy for you to channel it all to one bit." He flicked back his pinkish-brown hair. "The hard bit is aim. "</s> <\|message\|>Vixian (Vixi or Vivi for short) Viridian Vixi Viridian Vixi was never one for tours, planned routes or anything that required step-by-step guidance from someone at all, really. So as soon as she was able, she was striking out on her own, exploring Beacon at her own pace. This usually resulted in ajar-mouthed stares and moments of awe at the sheer magnitude and architecture. Another reason that the less people around her, the better: she looked like a simple-minded bumpkin. But on some level, Vixi didn't care. She had finally made it. Vixian Viridian had finally made it to Beacon. Her time in between the training Academy and now had been a blur, for the most part. Even the ride here had only vaguely piqued her interest. Her father had a very "I won't believe it until I see it" and Vixi supposed she got a bit of that from him, saving all of her awe and attention until the moment she touched down at Beacon Academy. Her meeting with the headmaster had been brief, something urgent taking his attention and she was left to wander on her own with her "Scroll" in hand. The infernal device didn't make too much sense to her so she simply stuffed it in her back pocket as she wandered around the school campus, taking in the air and light, the overall tranquility of the school. Vixi had been raised in a conglomeration of rigid and stiff environments. She was always training and learning the proper way to present herself to be on par with the boys. But that wasn't her at her core. This place seemed more her style. Now….if she could just find someone to help point her to…..where ever she should go.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Deli N'Doul Robert mostly just watched everything going on at the table. The large amount of people all surrounding a single table, no matter how large the table was, was a tad disorienting. It was amazing that in the large crowd he was able to make out a face, especially one that he barely knew. "Isn't that-" he thought aloud. The team leader of RVGD pulled out his Scroll and checked to be sure. "It sure is." The face he had seen was that of his new teammate who he had noticed been added automatically to his contact list as she was part of his team. "Vixi! Over here!" If Vixi decided to join the rest of her team, Robert would be first to introduce himself. "Hey there. I recognized you from the team roster on my Scroll. My name's Robert and I'm your team leader." He would stick his hand forward to give the girl a friendly handshake as well.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Cafeteria He actually had no fucking idea. He had been legitimately flummoxed by her question. Had he ... never noticed that his fucking hair made a fatass couch potato seem like an unmoving object? That was ridiculous. But the sheer confusion Gratia could see on the other teenager's face, the motion of the lines and creasing of the skin; she was dealing with somebody who didn't even fucking know how their own body worked. It was irksome. "Your hair," she continued flatly, tone still unchanged even as her onyx eyes met that of Michael's gray, "it fucking moves for no real reason. Why the hell do they do it?" Were they emotion-influenced? She wanted to fucking know. Because the huntress was going to understand the shit behind it no matter what it took. Even if Schwarz had no ability to answer. "Have you not fucking noticed at all?" she asked, unwaveringly bored.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Subject of Interrogratian "I've noticed people tell me it happens a lot, but I've never seen it myself." he fired back, intimidated but not deterred. "In fact, the first time I heard about it, I stared at myself in the mirror for nearly two hours to see if it'd do anything." And as it happened, two boring hours passed. Without the odd outstanding emotional stimulus nor Shinbou-inspired writing (okay, imagery) direction to produce a reaction, it simply lead to one very bored Schwarz son milling about his room before collapsing onto his bed for a mid-afternoon nap. Really, the only potential evidence he'd found towards the theory was one very, very brief instance where he thought his mom's might have done so, but even then he was mostly sure he was just seeing things then. Even in spite of the accusations that the same was happening with him. ...Maybe. Maybe it does move. Maybe there's a chance. A small chance. "I haven't seen it happen with either of my sisters, either. Are you sure the thing being there in the first place isn't just messing with you? It is pretty distinct." Whatever the case was, he was as stumped as to why as she was. After all, how could he not be? He'd spent so much more time denying its existence than actually considering the possibility, so why would he even begin to know? He was only human, he didn't hold the secrets of the universe in the palm of his hand! For Pete's sake, he still had twelve years to burn before reaching wizardry! It wasn't a foregone conclusion! "You probably just saw it in the wind. It was pretty breezy on the landing pad, remember?" he suggested diplomatically.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Cafeteria There had definitely been movement both during their meeting at the landing platform and mere minutes before. Gratia knew how hair moved when exposed to the wind, her long, flowing locks of black and brown a testament to its effects, and the other teenager's ahoge had been far too controlled. It was irritating however, to learn tgat the source of her itching curiosity had no fucking idea in hell that his hair was some shitty phenomenon, nor did he entertain the possibility that it was. "Your hair wasn't moving in accordance to the breeze," she replied immediately, tone shifting slightly to reveal an undercurrent of annoyance. "And it fucking mobile just now. There is no wind here." In fact, if her suspicions were correct, then the source of the strange hair motions were simulated by emotional stresses. Was it an output similar to a regular human's facial expressions? The Mistralese teenager would have to commit herself to further observations to find out. "I will test this," declared Gratia suddenly and without warning, though her impassive tone changed not one bit. "It appears to take action in correspondence with your emotional state." There was utterly no point in doing this. No fucking point. But it wasn't like she had any other fucking hobbies.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Back and Forth "Was it? I didn't feel anything." he countered, sliding his now dormant scroll into the pocket of his uniform's pants. This was, of course, the absolute truth. With the logical assumption that if his hair moved, its motion could be felt as well-- as it would blowing in the aforementioned wind, for instance -- he was rather skeptical of the notion, despite her complete seriousness in her insistence of the fact. "You're really interested in my hair, huh?" he muttered rhetorically, propping one elbow up on the table and resting his jaw upon it, feeling increasingly less put-off by her unique demeanor the more he grew used to it. It was almost like progressive exposure therapy-- systematic desensitization. Perhaps it was due to increasing familiarity with Gratia herself, but he'd save such hypotheses for Psychology, three periods away. "I'm a bit surprised, honestly. I'd figure at this school of all places a strange sight would be mostly written off as normal. Especially something so small as my hair appearing to move sometimes." Note that he said appearing. It was a very deliberate choice in diction, and I'm sure by now anyone deigning to read will understand what it's getting at. I really don't think it is. No matter which of them were in the right, though, that had to be at least more normal than the incident second period. And hey, speaking of this morning... Maybe some things just get her going for some reason. Like in combat class, when she fought Cian. It was like somone'd just lit a fire inside her. That stoicism of hers that she had so often wigged him out with, especially in contrast with her aggressive language, has flown out the window. It was like she was almost counteracting that berserker side she'd shown... Could that be right?</s> <\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou IC: Amaranth Desire, wishing the dwarven hammers smashing into the sides of her skull in search of Mithril would JUST GO AWAY She'd missed history, she knew that... And she had a mind to miss the rest of the day and just stay in the blissful silence of her dorm room. Her pajama pants and shirt were extremely comfortable, and the last thing she needed was to open the package sitting on her desk and face the reality of another male uniform. She had enough of a headache as it was, calling up that idiot at the distribution office would not help at all. Nah, she'd rather stay right here, stay on ibuprofen, not face Chatsworth's YELLING. But that DAMN ALARM was going off. And it was all the way across the room. And after the crap she'd pulled in Combat and over the weekend, she couldn't afford to miss another class, and from a pragmatic perspective... She was getting hungry. Amy rose up in bed, rubbing her eyes and grabbing the bottle of Ibuprofen off of the table near her, pouring out the maximum recommended dosage and swallowing the pills in one go. Her collar snapped back into place, but she wasn't getting out of her pajamas. At worst, the pants looked like yoga pants and the shirt was just an ordinary t shirt. Screw dress code. Screw uniforms. Screw the DAMN DISTRIBUTION DEPARTMENT. ... And screw that dang punk rock the kids are listening to these days. ***</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Cafeteria "Your hair could fucking burn for all I care," she replied tonelessly. "But not until I sate my interest in it." The assumption that Schwarz' strange hair situation was associated with his emotional state was one based on very little evidence, the only sign having been the surprise on his face earlier. But it was a hypothesis that had greater basis than any other shitty idea that could pop up. And Gratia was going to prove that her hypothesis was correct. By all fucking means necessary. "My dorm, straight after classes, " she continued, standing from her chair with remarkable solemn grace. "DoN'T be tardy." And once again, she was the stoic Mistralese huntress, walking away into the crowd with nary another word.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Deli N'Doul Robert gave the question some thought. No matter the response, his answer would be quiet the generalization, something he usually tried best to avoid making. Robert thought back to an old quote he read as a kid while loitering inside a local library. How'd it go again? Something along the lines of, 'All generalizations are false, including this one.' He was pretty sure the guy who said it was named Mark-something. Mark Twig? Mark Train? Mark Twai- Robert figuratively waved the thought out of his head when he realized he had gotten lost in thought and still hasn't answered Vixi's question. "Yeah, from everyone I've met, they all seem nice and friendly. I haven't met a bad apple yet," he replied. Still, there were a select few he had yet to formally meet who might not be the best examples of this statement cough Gratia cough.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Amaranth "Amy" Desire IC: Amaranth Desire The soft thump of a sandwich on the table made Amy glance up, Lauren's subsequent comment causing her vision to focus on the one abnormally large crimson spike sticking out in front of her face. Her eyes crossed slightly as a result, she tried to blow it out of her vision, then she shook her head and her eyes returned to normal. "There are few things I can bring myself to care about right now, Lauren, and my messy hair isn't one of them," she said, her gaze falling to the sandwich and candy bars on the surface in front of her, her stomach growling as if to punctuate the attention change. "Food, on the other hand..." She unwrapped the BLT quickly, taking almost too big of a bite out of it and making a slightly high pitched sound in the back of her throat. She smiled. "First good thing I've had today."</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Lauren Negasi "Not a problem." BASL's new girl laced her fingers underneath the hair on the back of her head and yawned. "Just waiting for these meds to kick in, doe. My entire world looks like how a bass drop feels." Lauren sighed and watched Amy eat out of some mild, zoned out interest for a minute before turning her attention back to the spike of hair. That was gonna bug her all period, unless... woooooooooooo Negasi pulled her finger away from the crimson spike of hair, leaving it merely first amongst equals in the crimson mess that was Amy's head. After eyeing it down with the wallahi bruh stare for a good couple seconds, she turned back to the table. Juuust waiting for the meds to kick in. Aaaany second now. ...Or maybe it took a while. After all, they kinda just...happened to make you feel good after a while, right? There was no real tipping point that she could remember...maybe she should keep a clear head next time. She might be able to pinpoint it. "So," she asked, waiting in between voracious, squealy bites, "any of the rest of the gang take Armory?"</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Lunch -> Grimm Studies Sangue stared at her empty plate. It seemed like they had to go take classes again. Time seemed to fly by whenever peace wanted to settle in. Then again, she was not in school to simply laze around. The red-haired swordswoman glanced at her team leader, then at the rest of her teammates, then at her leader again. "I'm... taking Grimm Studies," she said quietly. "I believe we... will have to meet later." The woman glanced at Ben. If she recalled correctly, he was going to Grimm Studies as well. It seemed that Amy would be following Lauren in this case. @Kaithas @Plank Sinatra</s> <\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou IC: Amy paused in her eating, swallowing and wishing she had something to drink. Still, Lauren had gone out of her way to bring food, so she shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. "No, even when we still had Trad... I was the only one who took armory. None of us could exactly fix our weapons if they broke, so I figured someone should." Not that the Fury ever needed fixing. She had to give the person who had built it credit, the chain retraction unit and gun barrels almost seemed to oil themselves, and the spear and shield were as tough as any she'd seen despite being built in sections. It should be fantastic for what she paid for it... All of her savings from six months of working.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Fallout He said nothing as the daughter of Mistral vanished into the crowd, leaving him once more at his lonesome at the table. Instead, his eyes merely widened, a touch more than imperceptibly so, and his mind had raced. Sure, it was no doubt rooted in innocent intentions and nothing more, but the pure fact of the matter had remained all too clear for the fistic Hunter, whether changed by context or not. Sh-She just invited me to her room! D o u s h i o Despite the message being laden with Mindaro's characteristic verbal abuse (or perhaps instead simple freight-train bluntness), nonetheless the study subject in question found his ears burning and cheeks no doubt taking a slightly rosy tinge. Purely scientific intentions or not, that was really fast! Wasn't he little more than an acquaintance to her?! A guy going into a girl's room may not have normally been a big deal due to the team-to-dorm structure of this Academy, but being invited had an entirely different meaning! What should he do? Should he clean up beforehand? Be sure to spray some extra deodorant? Should he bust out his nice clothes? No, she said straight after classes, so they'd both be in uniform... Sc-School Uniforms! Eyes bugging, he shook his head vigorously, smashing them shut and sending his growing locks to and fro. He was getting ahead of himself, losing his cool. This would go nowhere! Slow down, slow down, slow down! Get it together, man! With a deep breath, he rose as the bell indicating the beginning of passing period rang, tossing his scraps of remaining food and used plates in the necessary bins. Bag locked in an iron grip, he proceeded down the halls to Armory, forcing his head to cool. I am just an acquaintance, and I'm no more special than anyone else to her. The only reason this is happening is because my hair sparked her curiosity. This was the honest truth of the matter. While the thoughts had been fun to entertain, he was far too cowardly and far too savvy to try and bring them to life through action. After all, he was too much of a coward to seriously go as far as to dress up for the occasion of meeting a friend in her room. That was the sort of thing you never lived down. Showing up right after class as requested-- More like ordered. -- was all he needed to worry about. ------------------ One short and convenient timeskip later, and Schwarz found himself in Chatsworth's Armory class, plopped somewhere in the mix near Cian and half of BASL and idly toying with his watches as class began. Armory. He could see why his teammate had opted for this one easily: being essentially entirely reliant on Byakko, it behooved her to know the ins-and-outs of both her weapons and those she could potentially encounter, and likely be called upon to deal with, on missions. It made perfect sense, and the class could only do her good. Him, on the other hand, he was primarily a fist-fighter using weapons that, while in good condition and reliable, were hand-me-downs passed onto him from his mother. Ones that he used with a decent deal of proficiency, but had long ago concluded would be best served by being passed onto the middle child as opposed to the eldest. As such, he would, for now, need to learn how to make them work for him, as there was no turning back. Or is there? I wouldn't be surprised if we learned forgery... He visibily perked up a tad, pupils dilating ever so slightly. Learning to shape steel, to fold it upon itself to reduce impurities... I'll do so one thousand times! "How do you think this one's gonna play out, Cian? Can't be worse than Math, right?" Or history, despite Professor Oobleck's best efforts at both slowing things down and keeping them concise...</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Let's roll out! Upon hearing the bell ring for the end of the lunch period, Robert waved to his teammates and proceeded towards the exit to make his way to Grimm Studies with Professor Port. After walking about 20 feet away though, he suddenly froze in mid-step, his left leg still raised to take another step, and pivoted on his right heel. He had turned a complete 180 degrees and was no walking back toward where he had been just standing in front of Vixi, Delta, and Grane, a facial expression of slight embarrassment on his face. "I just thought of something. Do any of you have Grimm Studies next as well. I forgot to ask what everyone's classes were. It doesn't make much sense for all of us to separate now if some of us are going to meet up at the same destination," he said. As he waited for his three teammates to answer his question, Robert began to rock back and forth on balls of his feet. Sitting still, or even standing apparently, was not a skill the red-haired teen seemed to posses. Nevertheless, his facial expression was one of patience, not one of boredom or agitation.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid Lunch was one big flurry of events, and eventually it came to an end. "Party's afterschool! Take a card or find me, we'll be leaving before sundown." Gren tossed out more business cards for people to pick up before gathering his things to leave for his next class: Armory. He's also been working on something or another there, but he has a bad habit of dropping projects to start on something new. He hasn't yet made a finished product, not even one that could be tested. He just had too many ideas to try out first. Marching off towards his next class Gren arrived shortly after many other students had, but the teacher did not seem to start class yet. Good for him, he won't be late. In fact, he wanted to get to work on a project. Hopefully this one will be finished today: a portable breathing mask. Although Gren was mostly cybernetic, even he required some basic necessities of life: Food, water, and air. The later two he could go without for much longer then most, but without the ability to breath even he'd be in a bad shape. With this mask, he could breath safely in places such as in toxic air or even underwater. He just needed something something to make a hermetic seal for the filtration system, otherwise it'll be easy to compromise with an errant smack. The thing has to be durable after all. Thinking about it, Shiro would need this, wouldn't he? He still needed to go get Sapphire's daggers. Considering that he hasn't done so already, Gren could guess that they fell into the ocean. Gren could whip up a few more of these assuming that what he needs to make the hermetic seal isn't too costly. Hopefully Gren could get at least one finished before class ends and give it to Shiro. But he'll need help. Looking around the class most everyone seemed to be busy with something or another. He looked for someone who didn't seem like they were working on a project or speaking to someone. And there was only one Gren could see: Gratia Mindaro. He knew her name, added her to Shiro's list of contacts, but didn't know the girl personally. Now was better then never. Walking over to the lone huntress with the breathing mask Gren spoke out to her. "Excuse me. Are you busy at the moment?"</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Empty Classroom ==> Armory Sapphire closed her eyes in frustration. He knew exactly what it was she wanted to know but he insisted on playing the ignorant fool. She was about to explain in very slow, very simple and very patronizing terms exactly what she wanted him to tell her when someone opened the door, pulling her dagger out of the wood. It was Robert, not that she'd taken a whole lot of the notice of him. She remembered his name and that his entire team had one day just vanished but she didn't know anything more about him save for the fact that he'd rather look like a fool than hit a girl. It would get him killed one of these days. She was just about tell him that this was a private matter and he should ask the office where his next class was when Shiro using any excuse to get out of the situation he was currently trapped in offered to assist Robert. They were both out the door before Sapphire could stop them. She didn't want to make a scene in the middle of the hallway but she had to let Shiro know that they weren't done talking about this. She'd bring it up again till he gave her a straight answer. She also needed to get her weapon back, it was still in Robert's hand. Sapphire weaved through the crowd and snaked up to the pair as they walked away from her. Sapphire laid a hand on Shiro's shoulder. "We're going to have this conversation sooner or later Shiro, if you don't want to talk about it I'll get the information from Ozpin." Then Sapphire turned to Robert. "I'll thank you to return that." She said snatching her dagger from Robert's hand. The handle was covered in his sweat. She was going to have to clear it before using it again. "You might want to work on your sense of timing." With those words Sapphire disappeared into the crowd heading the other way towards armory. When she got to the class there weren't a lot of seats left available. She was stuck sandwiched between Emerald and Krysanthe. Oswald was only a few seats down which was alright but Sapphire didn't really enjoy being in this close proximity to anyone. Choosing to ignore the sense of danger she was feeling Sapphire pulled out her schematic and started to double check her calculations. If her figures were off the device could let her climb twenty feet up before it gave out and sent her tumbling to the ground. It was better safe than sorry. The schematic was covered with numbers and equations so checking her answers would take some time.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Trying to Help "I have Grimm Studies next. Wait, wha-" Robert was just able to get out before being suddenly grabbed by Shiro and rushed out of the room. Whatever it was he and Sapphire were talking about, it was obviously something they, or maybe it was just Shiro, didn't want him to know about. Robert's imagination began to get the better of him as he tried to think of the possibilities. Knowing those two's relationship with each other, he very much doubted they were secretly a couple. The dislike for each other seemed way too realistic and in no way appeared an act, not to mention that wouldn't explain the medication Sapphire was showing to him. So what else could it be? Maybe Shiro's been up to something dangerous... or illegal. Maybe Sapphire found out about it and... Nah, Shiro doesn't seem like the kind of person. Then Sapphire caught up to the two of them, made a few comments, and got her knife back. Robert was actually a bit more reassured now because if Ozpin knew about, as Sapphire stated, then it couldn't really be that bad. As Shiro and Robert reached the door of Grimm Studies thanks to the former's admirable sense of direction, the latter couldn't help but feel the need to tell Shiro something. "Thanks for getting me here, man... Umm, hey, I just want you to know something though... I consider you a good friend, something I've felt to be in a little short supply of. It feels like, whenever I meet someone that I like, something bad always- I'm getting off topic, sorry... What I'm trying to get at is, whatever you were talking about with Sapphire, I'm not going to ask or push for information. It's your business and if you want to keep it that way I understand. As your friend though, I would like to know so I can help. I'm here for ya'. Rain or shine, you say the word and I'll be right by your side ready to fight off whatever it is that's troubling you. Okay? See ya' in Practice, dude." Robert turned toward the door of Professor Port's class and entered the classroom as he gave a wave goodbye toward his buddy. RVGD's leader didn't expect Shiro to tell him the 'big secret', especially right there and then when class was starting soon and the tiger faunas was who knows how far away from his own class, so he would leave and let his words settle.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia Emerald Felicia - Armory Class - Emmy pursed her lips, Oswald had a point about the whole being a leader thing. It didn't seem to be an easy task, and Emerald of glad she hadn't been picked to be the leader, the very idea terrified her. If Cobalt wanted to try being their team leader she could respect that. Least she could do was give him a shot. Her inner thoughts were silenced as Professor Chatsworth got the students attention and gave them their assignments. Emerald grinned as the Professor explained what they had to do. Make a piece of functional headgear? That was easy! Emerald had suffered in math class, but when it came to hands on stuff like making cool gadgets she had a lot of fun. She had built her weapons herself after all, this would be nothing. She thought about what she could create, the possibilities were endless really, but she decided what would be the most useful would be a goggles designed to interface with her scroll, so she could use her scroll without even taking it out! It was purrfect! "Oswald I have an idea! We should make matching goggles for our team! We could have them all interface with each other and hook up with our scrolls! Don't you think that would be freaking awesome of course you do let's do it can't change your mind now!" Her sentences were slowly becoming faster and blurred together and she got pieces of paper out of her backpack and began to sketch a design with intense enthusiasm that could make you question her sanity, especially when she started cackling.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Grimm Studies Well... Now that Jack was the only one in the pool, albeit on one of the pads so technically not, the Megaladeus appeared as a dark shadow from one of the pool after emerging from the depths, after recognizing the little ruckus he made by splashing the water. The distraction didn't seem to work too well before with two 'tastier' targets, but fortunately Abel was on the job and rescued them, now Jack can start doing his own job. Although, he had to reconsider... Luring it to the surface wasn't going to work, it moved too fast and unless they can get it to surface, they didn't have a chance, however he realized it had only one real weapon. Its jaws. He made a signal to everyone to prepare to attack, and then was on his way. The Megaladeus pursued Jack across the water as he leaped from pad to pad, and after a few leaps he stopped when it was obvious it was going for a bite. It leaped forward out of the water, while Jack kicked backwards while on the pad, doing a front flip while carrying the pad with his feet, and managing to have it meet the shark's jaws, lodging the pad into its mouth. Although Jack in his surprise fumbled the front flip mid flip due to the shark's raw strength, the moment the pad and the shark made contact, it destroyed his balance, but landing into the water, he was going to be okay for the moment. Now that the Megaladeus was going to be temporarily unarmed, it was their chance to strike.</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta-Grimm Studies Cobalt felt himself get kicked out of the way of the massive monster and let out a sigh of relief. He thought he was a goner for a second, that Megaladeus was two seconds away from swallowing him whole. "Thanks man, now what's the rest of the escape plan?" Cobalt's brain caught up to what she just said and a horrified expression bloomed on his face. This quickly became even more horrified as Sangue asked him for help. "I thought you were helping me! You're so lucky I have problems with abandoning people!" Cobalt looked around and noticed the Megaladeus turning towards them and opening it's mouth. It got bopped on the nose by what appeared to be a grenade, but hope was quickly lost as it sank into the water silently. He turned to Sangue and smiled. "It's been nice knowing you." The giant shark charged towards them and Cobalt prepared to throw Sangue out of the pool and away from danger, when a miracle happened. The grenade exploded and pushed them both to the very edge of the pool just as the Megaladeus chomped at them. "Thank you so much!!! Thank you!!!" Cobalt pulled both Sangue and himself up onto the platform and thrust his arms to the air. "I live! I will never take the ground for granted again! Thank you... Abel right? Thank you Abel." Cobalt was going to bow but didn't due to Sangue being on his back. He shrugged and aimed at the Megaladeus. Abel was right, one on one was stupid. He watched it sink back underwater and smiled, there was a clear method of attack now. That's when Jack did what was either the ballsiest, or the dumbest move ever. The flip could've been slightly more graceful, but it was a solid 8 out of 10. Not bad.</s> <\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Headgear, huh? To be honest, Amy was strapped for ideas. She still had a headache, and that was restricting how much she could focus on any one thing... Not mention that she had some old TV show theme stuck in her head. Duh duh duh DUH INSPECTOR GADGET- She couldn't get the image of that stupid hat with the propeller out of her head. The idea that anyone could fly with just a hat alone was ridiculous--she was a hawk, she'd tried to fly before, it didn't work--but it was kinda cool, she supposed... Hmmm. Maybe, with wind Dust, some electronics and a modified design... Maybe she could get it to work. It beat any other ideas she had, at any rate. Not that she had any. She reached for a tool on her desk-- Go go gadget SCREWDRIVER! She needed to stop taking so much pain medication. Was getting to her. Now, where was that Dust...</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Grimm Studies After getting what little pride he had utterly destroyed by the shark-like Grimm, Robert struggled to get himself standing on the pad once again. Try as he might though, it seemed physics wouldn't be having any of that today. Every time the teen struggled to raise himself up, the unevenly distributed weight would cause the pad to flip over and send him back into the water. Robert tried, and tried, and tried, and tried, and tried but he only kept getting the same result. It could have been because he kept doing the same thing over and over again, expecting a different result like an insane person, but that never really occurred to him. It was a sudden pain his arm that finally put an end to all of the splashing and thrashing coming from Robert's side of the pool. He turned to look at his now bleeding arm and realized that at some point, while trying to get on the pad, he must have have accidentally cut himself with the blades of his bracers which he had not yet retracted. "Wait. Blood? Sharks? That's not a good combination," he said as he scanned the water for movement. And, sure enough, he saw it. A great big silhouette under the water and moving his way. Robert quickly scrambled toward the edge of the pool. If he could make it out of the pool in time, he could avoid finding out just how much Port dulled this thing's teeth. Too bad for him the Megaladeus was a lot faster swimmer. It really wasn't even a contest. Robert felt the pad Jack had put in the shark-like Grimm's mouth make impact with his back before being suddenly accelerated around the pool. He looked back, surprised that he wasn't finding out first hand what it would be like to be Quint from that one Spielberg film. Then he realized that really didn't matter if he ended up drowning instead. His movements were extremely restricted thanks to how fast he was being pushed but he was, miraculously, able to get his head above the water. "I got him you guys! I got h-" Robert was suddenly pushed back under the water. Once he was above the water again he shouted, "Don't worry! I won't let go! I'm wearing him dow-" He was cut off yet again as he was dunked... yet again.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Kuze -- Armory Scraproom Cian sighed as she looked at the small pile next to her full of small parts that was needed to make the headset work. Though she turned her head when she heard Lukes question what was she missing she had the major components for the headset and goggles what else did she need? Well beyond that the redesign required a different set of goggles but she had what she need with the basic frame she found. So all that really remained was a lens which she was holding and a transceiver she need a pair of them. "I need at least two transceivers Luke and a additional rectangular lens." she said as she went back to searching through the scrap pile looking for the items in question.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate – Grimm Studies @forsythe@krayzikk@Onarax@Jedly At last Abel's spirits began to rise. To assign credit where credit was due, Jack's bold move had come up aces for the team. Of course, a Megaladeus with its bite disabled provided a stiffer challenge than your everyday fish, its speed and strength would not prevent the students from serving up a hefty portion of defeat on plates of cold steel. Even Robert's tomfoolery -how did he even get into Beacon!? And how did I lose!?- failed to take the edge off Abel's good mood, even though his presence made the sudden invention of the first-ever Robert-ke-bob a remarkably probably event. While others kept watch, like Cobalt and Sangue, or did nothing, like Sepia, Diamond, Benjamin, Napoli, and Delta, Abel resumed his steady aiming of the Ampere. This time, with the Grimm monster at the surface in a mad effort to hydrate Robert and figure out how to not bite a giant foam lilypad, there lay for Abel a clear shot. He did not waste it. The guardian grinned as his weapon hit its mark, piercing its side. "Hey, listen for a sec'!" he shouted. "I hit a painful but nonvital spot so the thing doesn't berserk. If we kill it now, we can turn it into mincemeat before it goes nuts. I give it twenty-five seconds until our attacks don't work anymore. Time to move!"[/color] He closed his fist and pulled, threads of electricity yanking the speared Megaladeus toward the side of the pool. It was now or never.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Armory Scraproom "Like this one?" he asked, holding up a matching lens literally the second after she had finished her response with a smirk. Handing it over, he was almost surprised by his luck there. He'd literally been eyeing it as she had begun to respond. Nice timing. "Two transceivers..." he repeated, bringing a hand back to his chin to his chin and closing his eyes thoughtfully. He knew he'd seen some a while ago... His eyes opened wide as it came back to him. That's it! the same box he'd been digging through while he started this whole sequence! He was fairly sure they'd been there, along with a plethora of other useful objects that he simply hadn't needed. Perfect! Setting down his things once more, he deftly side-hopped over to original box, bending over and yanking it back out from the shelf. Forcing the cardboard flaps apart as if opening some great set of double-doors, he beheld them, laying at the top of the pile: two gray blocks, what you might find if you disassembled an ethernet port or somesuch, the compact combinations of both transmitter and receiver. "These?" he asked again, presenting them to her in each hand.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Benjamin Lloyd Ben almost rolled his eyes, probably would have if he weren't busy trying to find the chance to attack without overdrawing at the Aura bank. Something that, by now, he knew was impossible. So what was the next best option? Being as reckless as possible, of course. And nothing was more reckless than diving straight into the water, using Deinamig to pump up his legs, and going to town. His first dive let him rake Artorius and Lawnslot along the beast's flank as he descended, and a few kicks of his legs brought him about to face it again as it tried to circle the pool. A few more kicks to put him on an intercept course, triggering the shotguns once he was close enough, and using the extra force from it and Deinamig to pierce deep. Remove weapons, reorient, repeat. The downside, of course, is that he was eating up his Aura supply every time. A fact aggravated by his own weapons continuing to drain to try and replenish their own stores. He'd already popped both batteries but the boost didn't add up to much. Ben was going to have to hope that the beastie didn't manage to get a few good hits in while he was playing hit and run.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Armory Chuckling at Emerald's boundless enthusiasm for the task at hand, Oswald contemplated her idea for goggles that connected to Scrolls. "Now, that's a good base idea, but I was thinking of something...a little more grand. It would take some serious engineering, but I think we could pull it off." Looking over at his teammate, Oswald nodded a few times. "I was thinking we mount a camera or two- a small one- on ourselves. Maybe one in back, one in front? Then we hook those cameras up to these goggles and superimpose a small picture of the camera's capturing over the person's view. Just not sure how to toggle through or actually move the smaller feed if it gets in the way..."</s> <\|message\|>Napoli Fiordilatte Napoli Fiordilatte (THIS WEEK ON SHARK WEEK: GRIMM STUDIES) Contrary to what appeared to be the popular opinion, Napoli was not, in fact, sitting idle. Instead he was dealing with the critical nuisance that seemed to plague so many snipers, bodies of water. The simple fact of the matter was that large depths would indeed slow down his bullets. He would have a few feet, but it wasn't enough. This was a great opportunity to figure it out. So while everyone else was playing the role of the fool in their awkward sword stabs and competing ideas of teamwork, Napoli was conducting an experiment. By utilizing wind dust bullets, he was able to displace quite a bit more water than normal with each shot, but it still wasn't satisfactory yet. That's when he started adding more bullets, utilizing his semblance to make the minor adjustments necessary to keep the bullets directly in line with one another. The first few bullets created a path that the last few used to kill the target. Like a modern day Robin Hood splitting the arrow. Satisfied with his experimentations, Napoli aimed his rifle with a large grin spreading across his face. It didn't matter where the shark ran too now, he'd be able to shoot it down without ever entering the pool. No need to get cold feet after all, Napoli mused as he fired off a stream of bullets at the shark. BOOM. HEADSHOT. This is too easy.</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta-Grimm Studies Cobalt chuckled and clicked his gun to fully auto. The Napoli guy was smart, using sniper bullets to displace the water for further sniper bullets to get farther. A smart tactic, one that Cobalt wouldn't have thought of. Then again, he wasn't a sniper. Cobalt cracked his neck and began speaking. "Alright, fire at will! Let's tear this oversized shark a new asshole!" Cobalt began firing at the Megaladeus rapidly, making sure to avoid any spots where others were melee attacking. The bullets sunk into it, but didn't penetrate very deeply due to the water slowing down the bullet. Everywhere above water though was fair game as they tore apart flesh with a wet thud. Cobalt remained steady throughout the firing, anyone else fired a bullet from this it would dislocated their shoulder.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Grimm Studies Now that the Megaladeus had finally been stopped in its tracks, Robert used this time to regain his ability to breath. He climbed out of the pool, gasping for air, and just laid there for a minute, breathing hard. "Next time... someone else... can be bait," he said, taking in large gulps of precious oxygen between every couple words. Getting back up to his feet, Robert looked at the Grimm that had just taken him on a very wild ride. Transforming his weapon into their ballistic form, the red-haired teen aimed straight at the space between the Grimm's eyes. "Looks like you'll be..." Robert quickly ran over to where he had left his stuff, grabbed his glasses, and ran back to the edge of the pool and put them on. "Sleeping with the fishes." Robert pulled the trigger and the 10mm round left his weapon with explosive force. Or, at least, should have. Instead, all that left the barrel was a stream of water that landed at Robert's feet. "Well that was anticlimactic."</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken Beryl Harken- VGNB Dorm All of a sudden Beryl was right in front of Luke. Her eyes were so dark of a blue that they were almost black and they shone with interest as they fixed themselves on the collection of fairs that stood proud in their defiance of the laws of physics. Her mind whirled through all the possible reason for such an anomaly. Anything from some odd side effect of his aura or semblance to some piece of faunus ancestry that made that bit of hair stiff enough to stand on it's own. Or hair gel, hair gel would do the trick as well. For a second her hand started to move towards the odd bit of hair. Fortunately for Luke, she realized what she was doing and stopped herself. Making a small coughing noise as she backed away. "That's some very interesting hair you have there."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorms Gray eyes wide with surprise and back bent at a harsh, near-stumbling angle, the short young man looked for all in the world to be a deer in the headlights under her inquisitive gaze. "Uh, yeah... I suppose I do." he replied, as she backed off and he finally found room to right himself, inwardly glad his own newfound degree of balance hadn't failed him when one would be almost certain it would, due to the lack of traction involved in wearing socks as opposed to shoes or even bare soles. In truth, he was certain he'd seen far wackier than his own. Hell, he wasn't even the only person here with an ahoge. What made his so egregious? "It's hereditary." he explained, running one hand through his hair idly, almost as if checking if everything was still in order. "My Mom has one. My sisters have one. The only person not to is my father. What's caught Miss Mindaro's eye is that, apparently, it moves on its own sometimes." he said, even as the flash of heat that'd spread across his face faded back to normal operating temperature. "I've never noticed it before now, but she seems adamant on that being the case." He deigned not to mention his two-hour stakeout one summer. It was a long time ago now, anyway. The details were fuzzy.</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken Beryl Harken- VGNB Dorm "Well that certainly sounds interesting. I'll be sure to tell you if I ever catch it doing that." Beryl had moved over to her bed while Luke talked and was now sitting cross legged on it. She pulled out her scroll and was idly flicking her way through her vast library of songs. All of a sudden she froze before smacking a hand to her forehead. "Where are my manners. Please, have a seat....somewhere. Oh, there is a chair." Apparently she had not had much of a chance to check out the room before falling asleep.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorms "Ah, thank you." he replied, pulling up the seat and flopping down into it, bag finding itself placed underneath even as one arm rested against the back. He crossed his legs, suppressing a restless compulsion to rock back and forth in his seat, and lounged for what must have been the first time since classes had begun. Looking over to the girl as she returned to idly toying with her scroll, he examined her once more, this time under a less reactionary lens. Tall, about the same height as the teammate he was waiting on. Deep blue eyes that bordered on black. Glossy hair, whose sheen could be found on what was easily the most oustanding part of her. The tail. Easily strong enough to act as a fifth limb, it extended out from assumedly the base of her spine, every bit as trained and coordinated as the rest of her. Hm. Strong, limb-like tail, casual balance and agility, natural inquisitiveness... He wasn't sure if that sounded more like a cat or a monkey, but either seemed plausible. Neither would surprise him, if he'd felt the need to ask. However, when he opened his mouth to speak, he elected to instead switch gears entirely. "So, what're your first impressions of all this? Beacon and Vale, I mean."</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Team CODE Dorm With classes finally having ended, Oswald decided that the time to retrieve Sapphire's daggers was nigh. Of course, he'd have to prepare for the occasion, and it took a few minutes while he figured out what to wear. Should he focus on mobility? If he was going to be searching, that was likely his best bet. Besides, if any Grimm appeared, he could always just run. Or punch them to death. It had been a while since his last unarmed kill. Even then, he'd had backup and his gauntlets though. A Beowulf would be easily within the realm of possibility. An Ursa would be tougher, but careful Aura use would make it rather simple. The question there became rationing. With his supplies, he could easily take on a single Ursa, but then he might be left with too little to continue fighting if more came. Mobility it was. Despite his relatively short frame and slow, unwieldy fighting style, without the hundred or so pounds of equipment he wore to combat, Oswald could move pretty damn fast. He wasn't particularly agile or lithe, but in terms of raw speed and endurance, he was one hell of a contender. Grabbing a gray t-shirt and a pair of running shorts, Oswald quickly changed in the bathroom before making his way to the docks. That was where Sapphire's weapons had fallen over, and he could plan his movements from there.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Lost... Again. "This is my second week here! How is it that I still can't figure out where everything is?!" Robert shouted. As the clueless redhead rounded yet another corner, he dropped to his knees in defeat. "I'm back where I started!" he yelled, hands raised above his head as if he was grasping at something above and head thrown back as he stared into the light fixture above. "Yeeaurgh!" Robert then crashed forward to lie on the cold, hard tiling and wallow in self-pity. Everything that was in his backpack, which he had forgotten to zip up at the end of his last class, soon slid out and scattered itself around him. "Blargh." The young boy realized this was getting him nowhere and rested on his knees so he could pick up his stuff. Once the floors were cleared of all but one of his belongings, he looked at the cover of the last remaining book. "Of Mice-Faunas and Men," he repeated the title. "Strange name for a book. I wish Professor Albion would have told us a little more about it before assigning it to us." Dropping it in and zipping up the bag, Robert got back to his feet. "Okay, I'm sure I can find my way this time. Third time's the charm right?" As he walked down the halls, he muttered to himself, "I wonder how far the drop is from this floor." A FEW MINUTES LATER "This was a bad idea. This was such a bad idea," Robert said as he hung on to the window for dear life. Having seen the familiar sight of the docks just outside, he had decided that instead of trying to find the staircase down he would try to jump out the window and find his way from there. It was once he was clutching at the ledge of the window that he realized how bad of an idea this was. "Oh no. I'm slipping. I'm slipping. I'm slipping! Gaaah!" Robert plummeted towards the Earth as soon as he lost his grip. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, and for some reason a certain song began to play in his head. His eyes sealed shut as he came closer and closer to the ground beneath him. This was how he was going to die. A group of students would find his broken and bleeding body lying next to Beacon's Language Hall and everyone would know that he died falling out the frickin' window. Snap! "Ahh! My back! I think I- Wait a minute." Looking beneath him, Robert found he had landed on a soft bush. The sound he just heard were branches, not his bones. "I'm alive. I'm alive! Ahahahaha!" He climbed out of the brush and dusted himself off of dirt, bugs, and whatever else that had been residing in his landing spot. "Man, that window must have been like... 100 feet up in the air," Robert said, staring at the second story window he had fallen from... Yes you read that right, the second story. The melodramatic boy turned back towards the docks and began walking. "Hope no one saw that."</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorms He visibly deflated, ahoge following suit and drooping in response almost immediately. "You've been staking me out, haven't you?" he asked, entirely forgetting to deny any physical attraction to Miss Harken. Not that it mattered, anyhow... Attractive was attractive. It was one thing to adhere to politeness regarding it, but he wasn't denying anything. At least, not to himself. Seriously though, there was no way she'd walked in and immediately known that, right? No way, such things were impossible. She must have had some method of divining information like that, too, because from what he knew of Mindaro, little though it was, she was not one to make assumptions. Shoulders and hair rising from their dispirited slump, he folded his arms adamantly, meeting her icy onyx gaze with his own in an already-familiar confrontation of two very different psyches. "Miss Mindaro, I have to ask. Is this really worth going through all this trouble?" He already knew the answer he would get, but he wanted to ask in any case.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - VGNB Dorms "Yes." She jotted something down onto her notepad, the scratching of her pen against the paper the only other noise that originated from the impassive and standoffish girl. Gravity had clearly taken effect once again during that moment when her words struck at Schwarz; his visible deflation had been accompanied by the mystery of his seemingly-autonomous hair. Whether or not the observation was reproducible was what she was intent on finding out through the course of their experiment together. "How is it that you keep your hair straight?" asked the Mindaro, continuing to show nothing in her expression.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorm A sigh escaped, not from his mouth, but from his nostrils, in a slow, heavy exhalation. He knew that was coming. Gratia Mindaro was nothing but ruthless in her pursuit of the answer. Even Math had shown that side of her. From nobody else could he expect the required pages needed to study the entire section of the course he had a problem with if he asked them about it. In a way, it resembled her brutal tenacity and aggression in combat. One thing remained clear. There would be no talking his way out of it. "It just grows this way." he replied, succinct and clear in his delivery. "The only thing I put in my hair is shampoo when I wash it."</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken Beryl Harken- VGNB Dorm "Physical...attraction?" Came the slightly confused reaction to the newcomer's comment. The black haired girl glanced between the two other people in the room as they started quiping at each other. Gratia in her normal emotionless way that still somehow managed to come off as abrasive. Luke in his straightforward and honest manner. What did she mean by physical atra- Ooh, his thingy moved! Any further thoughts about the meaning of Gratia's comment went out the metaphorical window as the boy's hair drooped from it's normal physics defying stance. Beryl's eyes fixed on it to catch any further movements. It wasn't exactly a piercing stare, no need to make the nice boy any more uncomfortable than Gratia was already making him. Instead it was the gaze of a hunter still watching it's prey from the shelter of the underbrush. Or water if you happened to be a more aquatic predator.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorm As if succumbing to an inevitability upon Harken's reaction, the ahoge seemed to jump in surprise as he felt his cheeks flush a tad. Whether he denied it to himself or not, he was still just a young man, barely out of boyhood. Okay, at 18, he was in all technicality an adult, but regardless. I have far from mastered myself. Emotions, as they were, were entirely ingrained into the human mind, and impossible to fully remove without losing something intrinsically human about an intelligence. That was all well and good, and a part of life that most everyone accepted. However, fickle things as they were, they could do with having a better form of control, or at the very least, understanding, in his case. He wasn't going so far as to always be thinking of how to react-- that would leave him frozen by choice trying to consider every possible variable. Instead, though, he couldn't help but question why he couldn't at least predict when he would and wouldn't act in a certain way, or feel a certain way about something. Knowing oneself was a vital part of human communication. Perhaps Gratia's experiment belied more important matters than he thought, at least, on a symbolic scale. "Why something reacts the way it does." That was the question she was trying to answer. Should he seek similar solutions in regard to himself? ...It doesn't feel quite right, thinking of things like that. He glanced to Beryl out of the corner of his eye, trying to gauge her reaction. He got... something. He definitely got something. Something that was neither approval nor rejection, but instead a different gear entirely, as her eyes were fixated not on Luke himself, but that apparently oh-so-interesting ahoge that stood rogue and erect away from the rest of his hair. ..So, that's how it is. The flush faded, as quickly as it had came. Miss Harken was, if nothing else, easily distracted. Knowledge for the future.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - VGNB Dorms Gratia scratched down another few sentences in her notebook. The strange strands of hair then were utterly "natural" in their formation. That would make the experiment far simpler; in her subject's confirmation of what she had been suspecting, a number of other variables had been taken out of the equation. All that was left was Luke Schwarz himself and anything that would stimulate his ahoge into movement, and she was determined to discover what it was (and confirm her original hypothesis). It had visibly slumped only seconds earlier in accordance with his sudden deflation, and it had once again jumped in response to her newest teammate's words. Beryl Harken's presence seemed beneficial to her testing. "Embarrassment also appears to be a stimulus," she stated, her flat tone still unchanging as she allowed her gaze to observe every aspect of Luke's face. Was there a correlation between how deeply her subject felt and how wild the ahoge would be? The solemn Mistralese girl jotted down the questions in her notebook. Emotions were not something that could be easily measured. The data that she would obtain could only be qualitative, not quantitative. Another member of the teeming mass that was humanity would always think differently from her, and perceive her observations in a manner that she would disagree with. "How high is your pain tolerance?"</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - The Airship Docks The familiar sight of Shiro distracted Robert from his original objective of heading back to his team's dorm room, especially when he saw the obvious distress the white tiger-faunas was in. Hanging back just far enough to go mostly unseen, the red-haired teen listened in on Shiro and Napoli's conversation so that he could gain a small amount of context before thrusting himself into the conversation with as much subtlety as a bullet train going through a brick wall. Once he had heard Shiro's "explanation" of why he was at the docks, and after waiting to see what Gren was doing as he suddenly appeared too, Robert made his move. "Wow, that's a pretty intense workout, Shiro. If you do that often enough, I'm sure you'll get to the top of Professor Iderson and Ms. Van's class in no time," he said a little late considering Gren had already changed the topic to his party and admittedly cool invention. The boy approached the edge of the cliff to look down and see for himself just how high it was. For a moment the shear drop freaked him out, until a sudden thought reassured him. If it was at all dangerous they would have put a railing or something similar to keep people from jumping, so it can't actually be that bad. Robert then thought of his own grade in Professor Iderson and Ms. Van's Practice Class. He wasn't failing, but he sure as hell wasn't getting a grade his parents would have been proud of. He turned back toward the others, "Hey, why don't I join ya'? I could use the practice for... Practice, and when you've got someone watching your back it's never as frightening as doing it alone. What do you say?"</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate – Airship Docks After receiving a bemusing and noncommittal response from Sapphire, Abel opted to leave her alone and make his way toward the airdocks to find the others and hopefully get the party started. The evening wouldn't last forever, after all, and now that he'd pledged himself to having a good time Abel was determined to make adequate use of every second. On the way, he began to feel a strange and uncomfortable sensation in his pants. At first, he dismissed it as one of those random feelings, but the second time it happened the guardian reached down to investigate. He slipped his hand into his left-side pocket and in short order encountered a bizarre object which he then attempted to grasp a hold of. Now stopped completely and standing in the middle of the hall, Abel slowly withdrew a long, wriggling, furry shape from his pocket and a few seconds later finally identified, to his very great surprise, exactly what it was. Fun! "Oh, hi, Scoot. Rooming with me today?" Abel held the ferret beneath the arms, just the way the online guide said how to, and watched the little beast's bottom half stretch down ward. "Wow, you're like a living slinky. Don't tell any of the others, but at this point I'm pretty sure you're the best thing ever." He put the ferret on his shoulder and started walking again, grinning as Scoot nipped gently at his ear. "Seriously, I never knew little weasels could be so great." Now more or less happy, Abel continued on toward the airdocks. He beheld Gren, Cobalt, and Ebon, waved, and then stood off to the side to wait for things to start. With Scoot around, he had something to occupy himself as he stood by, and did not in fact notice when Sapphire, Delta, and Grane arrived. The conversation between Sapphire and Gren went totally unnoticed, as important as it was.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid Gren let the topic of Sapphire's family go for now, getting her to speak a decent paragraph to him. She likely doesn't like him very much now, but at least he opened the door to further potential. Abel was soon arriving, but before he could greet his friend Sapphire turned her weapon on Ebon, which honestly confused Gren. Unaware of Ebon's telepathic powers Gren was worried that he might have annoyed Sapphire to the point that she was looking for blood now. "Whoa whoa whoa! I know Ebon can be an ass but what's this all about Sapphire?" Even Grane arrived to this unfortunate scene, and Gren needed to quell it quickly somehow. He couldn't quite just ignore Sapphire, knowing thinking that it may be his fault for getting her riled up like this. And he certainly didn't want Grane and the others to start fighting amongst each other right now. "Well hey, looks like everyone is here! Some of us were having a hard time waiting, but now that the guest of honor has arrived we can head into the city. Just got to wait for the next airship and I'll take you around town. Let's head over there, and we'll take about where we're going to hit up first."</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane: Gym + Duel Krysthane grinned and muttered under her breath, "Won't I?" As soon as Emerald left the ground Krysthane leapt into the air herself, propelling herself upward with a mighty jump, aided by a powerful jet of water, along with a quick reduction of her own gravity. Since Krysthane had already been prepared to jump before Emerald was and since Emerald had to get both into the air and over Krysthane, Krysthane should be able to intercept her easily. And she did so by using her arms to flip herself forward, bringing her back leg into a powerful axe kick aimed directly at the center of Emerald's chest. This was already exciting, Krysthane waited eagerly for the solid collision of her boot with Emerald's aura. Then, somewhat belatedly, she realized that she may have over-committed to an attack when her opponent could easily move into the air and could quite possibly move out of the air. Oops?</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Benjamin Lloyd (BASL Dorm) "Look, Lor," Ben paused a second, as if reflecting on what he'd done. Thinking about what he had said. No, no that didn't work. Bad nickname. Back to the drawing board for everyone except Amy. He still had no idea what nickname to derive from 'Sangue', and 'Lorena' wasn't much better. Lauren was more casual, but no shorter. And BASL's leader was off track now. He shook his head once, refocusing and fishing another energy drink out of his nightstand. "Lauren." "We're not going to find anywhere for that on campus. If we're going with that plan, we'll have to hop an airship to Vale." He glanced at the time on his scroll. "They run pretty much 'round the clock. We can make the next one if we want. Can run the few errands we have to do. Pick up some more painkillers. Get food. I don't think we've done a team burger run yet."</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - The Lake The red-haired teen impacted with the water, causing quite a large splash. Robert stayed submerged for half a minute before sticking his head above the water and spitting it out like a fountain. "Only now, after already having had the lake water in my mouth, did I just realize that this might not be the cleanest source to drink from. Oh well, can't do anything about it now," he said. Taking a huge gulp of air, the boy dove back under the water. Unlike Shiro, he didn't have anything to keep his scroll dry so Robert left it with the rest of his belongings at the top of the cliff. With no light source and no re-breather, he was left with only one option, staying near the shallow ends of the lake. Checking the shallow ends of the lake was boring and tedious work, but Robert didn't mind. It was certainly annoying that he had to swim back to the surface for air every minute or so, but just knowing that he was helping his friends was enough for him to not care. Since he didn't have any form of communication available to him, he had to keep looking at the blurry figures that were the other students checking the lake. It was when he looked to check on Shiro that he saw it. A large tongue shot out from the dark and grabbed one of Ebon's drones. Robert didn't know what type of Grimm it was, but a tongue that huge would have to belong to a pretty large Grimm. The redhead swam to the surface for another gulp of air before diving back down, this time toward Shiro. He wanted to fire his weapons at the Ogdoad, but even if his weapons weren't still unable to fire thanks to the fight with Megaladeus, the tiger-faunas was way too close for Robert's comfort.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Lauren Negasi "CHA!" Bounding off the bed and scooping up clothes as though she had octane in her blood, Lauren shot into the bathroom and slammed the door hard behind her. Sixty seconds later, she had opened the bathroom door up again with the underside of one arm, visibly multitasking. She had thrown on a low cut black t-shirt and her signature jacket, both characteristically midriff-baring, and was currently devoting one hand to the button fly of her black pants while her other hand tightened a gilded leather studded belt around her waist. She was hopping, one footed, through the dorm, trying to get her left boot on properly. For the sake of her balance, she decided to throw herself at the unoccupied foot of the only member of Bastille not currently suffering from chronic pain - Snague Naga's mattress poofed underneath her as she reared back and pulled her boot on with another, even more triumphant "WALLAHI!" She rolled onto her stomach and rested her head in her hands, elbows on the bed and feet in the air. The newest member of the team reached for her dark, cheekily grinning face and pushed her cocoa hair back into a large, neat wave with her fingers. "Oh man, I could eat a bull right now, buns or not!" Newly prepared to go out, Lauren reached for her own dwindling supply of pills and swallowed half of one. "Ready when you are, fellow cripples."</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly-Lakebed Looking back for just a moment, Oswald almost sighed in relief when he saw Shiro deciding to come up to the surface with him. At the moment, it was just the merry band of idiots in the water- Oswald, Napoli Shiro and Robert. Hopefully the redhead would get the memo before he got eaten, or Oswald would have to jump in and pull the guy out himself. Breaching the surface, Oswald quickly paddled to the edge of the lake and pulled himself out onto relatively dry land, shaking his body like a dog would to get off the excess water. They had to beat this Ogdoad, find Sapphire's daggers, retrieve them, and survive it all. That...would be a bit of a problem. Ogdoads were Riesen-class...he was pretty sure. They definitely weren't your run-of-the-mill cleanup job Grimm, no sir. While it was a shock that such a powerful force of nature was lying in wait below Beacon, Oswald figured that this place couldn't have been perfect. No place was, not even a fortress city. "Fuck you, world."</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - The Lake Robert gave a sigh of relief as he saw Oswald get to Shiro first and get him to start moving back up towards the surface. That was when he realized that he had quite literally just breathed out the last of his air. The teen looked up towards the surface which now seemed so far away. There was no way he could make it now, not unless Napoli, Shiro, or Oswald planned on giving him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. They all seemed like nice guys, but they sure as hell weren't no Wendy Peppercorn. Only one option remained then, hope the Ogdoad's lair had some kind of air pocket not too far in. So the redhead team leader charged straight at the large Grimm in hopes of maneuvering past it and getting inside it's cave. What'd he have to lose anyway?... Besides his own life of course. The Ogdoad looked like it was glaring at Robert as he got closer and closer. Second thought were beginning to run through his head as the frog-like Grimm began to open its mouth. Right when its tongue darted out though, a sudden current swept Robert out of the way. That first current sent him into another current, then another current, and then another current. He had lost all sense of direction at this point and was beginning to fear that at any moment he'd be sleeping with the fishes, until he suddenly felt a slight absence of pressure. Opening his eyes, Robert found that the underwater currents had swept him back up toward the surface. Breaking through he shouted, "I knew Lady Luck wasn't done torturing me yet!" while gasping for air.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane: Gym + Duel Krysthane cursed as she spun forward from the power of her kick, barely able to control herself as she landed heavily on the ground. As she landed she saw Emerald began firing from the ground forcing Krysthane to jet to the side. A consecutive series of blasts kept Krysthane quickly moving, barely able to avoid the blasting bullets. Krysthane decided that the only thing to stop Emerald from firing endlessly until she got lucky was to bring the fight to her, so she tapped into her semblance lightening her body to allow her free-er movement. Krysthane's final approach led to her sliding by parallel to Emerald and swiping with her right leg in a sweeping low kick. The main objective was to get Emerald to reposition, then Krysthane could attack again while Emerald was still adjusting. Just as she had anticipated this was turning out to be an exciting fight. Already she had come within inches of landing a devastating blow, now the challenge was whether she could make it through the haze of bullets and land a solid hit on her opponent. Otherwise the effort of dashing around dodging bullets would eventually drain her. She had to keep on the offensive and throw Emerald off balance, luckily due to her avoidance tactics water was already spread all across the floor, of course Krysthane had no troubles with it but the same likely couldn't be said for Emerald.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Felicia - Vs Krysthane - Krysthane was doing an excellent job of avoiding Emmy's attacks, and getting the floor all wet and slippery while she was at it. This could prove to be an issue for Emmy. As Krysthane weaved herself closer Emerald had managed to get back on her feet again, for how long who could say? Krysthane finally made her move, suddenly speeding up and going on the offensive. Emerald had been expecting this, they both knew that Krysthane couldn't keep dodging bullets forever. Krysthane slid parallel to Emmy with a sweeping kick. Krysthane was fast enough that Emerald was forced to take evasive maneuvers. She leaped backwards and directly away from Krysthane, while she was in mid leap she aimed her weapons directly below her, right about where Krysthane was and fired both her weapons simultaneously. The force of the blasts pushed her further backwards. Considering Emmy had just pointed two big shotguns at Krysthane, Emerald hoped she'd caught her in the blast, she was difficult to hit all considering. She really, really hoped she hit Krysthane, because when she landed on the ground she slipped on a puddle and tripped, landing on her ass. "Ow!"</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane: Gym + Duel Krysthane panicked as Emerald brought both her guns to bear at pointblack range. Frantically she pulled up her legs to shield her body and concentrated on reducing the gravity of the bullets so they hit with less force. Still the bullets slammed into her legs heavily and knocked the wind out of her. Krysthane unsteadily regained her ground, her armored boots had saved her from most of the damage but still had still been forced to block some of it with her aura. Deciding to attack quickly Krysthane grounded herself and shot a jet of high pressured water directly at Emerald and once again began chasing after her, this time determined to stick to her opponent. At this rate it seemed Emerald would simply jump away whenever Krsythane got close, she would have to do something to interrupt the cycle, not just hope she got lucky. But what to do...</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Felicia - Vs Krysthane - Emerald barely had time to get back on her feet before the jet of water struck her chest, again slipping on the water as she tried to stay up. This wasn't working, she was soaking wet along with the floor, and Krysthane was charging at her. It seemed it was time to air dry. She concentrated, her eyes glowing slightly as a powerful blast of air seemed to shoot out from all around her. It sent the water around her on the floor flying away from her, and unless Krysthane could dodge air it would push her away from Emerald as well, though the best it would really do was delay her from reaching Emerald. The fight was turning out to be as exciting as Emerald had hoped for, but she was getting tired. As much as she hated to admit it Krysthane was wearing her down, and the air blast had drained Emerald's stamina as well. Krysthane was a melee fighter, and it seemed reasonable to assume if it came to a battle of stamina that Krysthane would beat her. Emmy would be tired out long before Krysthane. So it had come to this, her last trump card. As soon as Emmy had unleashed her airblast she slammed her weapons together, which immediately began to merge and transform into something else entirely. When it was done Emmy was holding what appeared to be a very large cannon over her shoulder. She had a rather devious grin on her face as her weapon began to charge. Sure, the attack would drain her aura completely, but she doubted Krysthane would have much aura left after this either. The end of the cannon's barrel began to hum and glow with energy as it began to take in Emerald's aura for fuel. She wasn't sure how Krysthane would react, she might try to avoid the blast, or try to attack before she fired. Didn't matter, because Emmy confidently pulled the trigger regardless. Either she'd hit Krysthane, or she wouldn't. Considering the size of the blast though, not getting hit by the blast was pretty slim. The gym shook a little as Emerald fired, the cannon aimed in Krysthane's general position. The explosion was loud, bright, and spectacular. Emerald hardly noticed though as she collapsed on the floor, her aura in the red. Power like that had a heavy price after all.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Lakeside Bandage-wrapped arm shooting out of the waters and grabbing onto land, Shiro dragged his body from the lake and onto firm ground. Despising the odd feeling of gravity being amplified on his body as he surfaced, he pulled the goggles and rebreather mask from his face and set them to his side. Letting himself drip-dry for a moment, Shiro turned and sat to catch his breath. Looking at Perun attached to his left arm, Shiro quietly brooded. Looking back at the lake, he couldn't figure out just how in the world he was going to manage to fight off that amphibious Grimm. It killed him to know he was so close to potentially achieving his goal. If he could somehow force it to surface, Shiro would fare a much better chance. He just wasn't experienced in engaging in underwater combat. "Water levels freakin' suck, dude..." Forcefully huffing, Shiro shook himself off. "Maybe the other guys have a better plan, we'll just have to see." Pouting, he waited for the others to surface. If they couldn't manage something today, they may have to come back another time. Further prolonging the dagger retrieval. Shiro wasn't pleased with that thought. , @Guess Who, @Onarax</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - The Lake Robert floated on his back at the surface of the water, still breathing heavily to catch his breath. His mind was searching for possible ideas to get rid of the Ogdoad as he stared up at the sky above. "You know... that thing... seemed pretty darn... interested... in those... drone... things," he said, taking large gulps of air between each pause. If only... we could... get more... to lead it... to the... surface. We might just... stand a chance... then." The red-haired boy began paddling over to the edge of the lake and was rising out of the water when he felt like... something was missing. "Gah!" he screamed after looking down to see that, when he had been being tossed around by the currents, he had at some point lost his pants. Stripped down now to nothing but his briefs, Robert frantically looked for the pants to his school uniform. "Why is it so hard to find a pair of pants that fits? Either the length is off or the waist is too big. Even belts seem to just delay the inevitable," he said before diving underneath again.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou IC: Amaranth Desire, ohgodnotagain The headache was coming back. She could feel it. The tapping, the thumping, the complete and utter pandemonium of whatever those accursed creatures were. She barely tolerated it, the little feet like a full on drum roll in her mind, the metal pattering the cymbals to the concrete's thumping. She winced, her right hand going to her temple, her feathers sticking up to their maximum height--but she couldn't afford to turn it off, she needed to be able to hear whatever they were coming if they decided to change from their current strategy of remaining hidden. Still, she was definitely glad she'd have Saturday and Sunday to find a quiet place to sleep. As her hand fell to her side, it brushed past the glasses Lauren had given her earlier--and with a flash of remembrance, Amy put them on, popping the earplugs in, and adjusting the control dials to drop the loudest sound in the environment to a reasonable level while not dimming the sounds that had a lower decibel rating. At the sight of the man lying in the floor, her focus and enhanced vision revealed strange marks around his neck. Strange in quality, not cause. "Looks like someone tried to squeeze his neck. Hard." At a sideways glance from Lauren, she shrugged and looked directly forward, mouthing some people are into weird stuff.</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Airship "Maybe you've seen me in the biannual Vytal Festival," replied the ponytailed young Hunter with a smile. He was already taking a shine to the newest member of Team KNVS; after all, she was, to him at least, radiating in a general confidence and positivity, and that was always a commendable thing! "I do like to be memorable." However, the sudden lurching of the most recent addition to their team still caught him by surprise, and it was with a sudden "eh?!" that he found himself knocked off-balance by the ragdolly girl, gas mask sliding off his head and onto the floor of their ornithopter with a quiet thud. Ah, the perils that lay within the act of travelling through the air; they were numerous in their dangers, and as an avid flier himself, Shuai Taidan knew very well what could so easily plague him in his mimicry of the creatures of the sky, especially when there were others nearby. It was not particularly problematic, per se, but it was always a thing that he needed to concern himself over! "That's not a problem at all!" he said, chipper mood fading not a single bit! After all, it was a problem that was very easily rectified, as an ethereal arm immediately unfurled from his back, slipping through the air to grab the fallen mask. Slowly and surely, it retracted, placing the mask back upon his head, though now, in a more ... secure manner. "Flying's hard when you're tired." The manifestation wriggled around to face Noëlle, a ghostly arm that seemed to be gazing in the direction of the girl's chocolates. "Ooh, it's been a while since I had that kind. Last time I went to Mistral was ages ago. Thanks, Noëlle." The arm stretched out once more, plucking a single bar from her hand and retreating back towards Taidan's face. A second arm promptly unfurled from his back as well, the ethereal manifestation moving to unwrap the chocolate bar, before dropping it into the fire-loving Hunter's open mouth. Such was his tendency to utilise his semblance for even the most mundane of matters!</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz --Oh Okay "So death by strangulation, then." he concluded, as Amy saw fit to do the proposed job for him with her eyesight. It's different from choking. Namely-- A good choke is much more secure. And doesn't mess around with trying to see fear in the eyes. Truthfully, though, he did wish he hadn't forgotten she could do that. It would have made for much less of a foot-in-mouth moment on his end, where he'd suddenly found himself suggesting the typical unnaturally bold idea that you'd normally hear come out of someone else's mouth. Even Jack had his head on straighter from the eyes of a contextless third person, albeit with one minor detail astray... "I didn't mean the survivors, that's too far wherever they may be. What I meant was the old man right in front of us. There's no way I'd expect anyone here to scout that far ahead on their own. Myself included. Even I'm not that suicidal." he clarified stonily. "I was really just suggesting I take a short walk ahead to figure him out, not even leaving eyesight. It's a moot point now, considering somebody has the aforementioned eyesight to get the job done without me straying. Thanks, Amy."</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane - Patrol Mission Krysthane giggled a little at seeing Ebon warm up to the kittens, far more so than he had any of them. She would defiantly have to hold that against him later, maybe blackmail him. Then she winced at Skyra's rather... displeased reaction to the place. "Come on Skyra it isn't that bad, we'll only be here for a bit anyway." Krysthane pleaded. At least 3/4 of the team liked the place and so far that was the best result on anything they'd done together, which admittedly wasn't much. She turned at Sepia's question and thought about it briefly, "Yeah, I'm fairly certain there was some sort of graffiti here earlier. I'm sure the boys know about it." she said confidently as she also stepped into the cafe, two little kittens somehow making their way into her golden hair and periodically peeking out.. As soon as they entered she looked around for either the group of boys they had talked to earlier or the store owner.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Patrol Mission As Team Kiss entered the tea house, it was sparsly populated, aside from the many cats and a few old people drinking their tea in peace. Before Krysthane could find anyone, one of them found her. [b]"Krysthane! Welcome back!"[/color] It was the leader of the gang, though he didn't look as silly as he did before. He was wearing a fairly simple looking waiter's outfit, with the logo of the Cat Nap emblazoned on his breast pocket. Seemed like he was working right now. The young man went over to Krysthane, quite excited, which riled up the kittens. They all moved towards Krysthane, even the ones playing with Ebon, and began to paw at her legs and tried to play with her. "Long time no see! I thought you'd forgotten about me. I'd understand though, it's been a very hectic around here lately. I see you've brought your friends. Your team from Beacon? What brings you around these parts?" @Ryonara@SevenStormStyle@Pyrodash888 Capture The Fort As our heroes debated their attack strategy, there was a loud noise nearby. It wasn't long before a couple of Beowulfs, twelve in total, arrived looking for the scent of human and faunas flesh. They haven't quite found the team yet, but they were aware they were somewhere around here. They stayed close to one another and made sure to watch each others backs: If one was taken out the entire pack would know. One Beowulf, obviously the alpha considering his size and additional spiky bits, stayed at the front and was getting closer to Team Redingote. A quiet snarled escaped his throat, perhaps communicating to his pack that he had found the hunters. Who@Jedly@Nytem4re@Awesomoman64</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Capture the Fort As Robert saw the pack of Beowolves exit from the treeline, he quickly ducked behind a tree to avoid detection. Peeking around the side, the red haired boy could see the Alpha Beowulf snarl at a scent it had caught. "Well Grane, looks like you got your wish anyhow," Robert said quietly under his breath. As the pack got nearer to the tree he had hidden behind, Robert made the decision to climb upward. The likelihood of the team getting out of this without alerting the whole pack was basically nonexistent, but the team leader wasn't sure how prepared the others were for a fight. If he could give them more time to prepare themselves by not giving their position away, maybe they could turn this into a successful ambush. Finally settling on one of the many branches above, Robert transformed his weapons to their blade mode as he kept his eye on the Alpha. If he or someone else was detected he hoped to cut off the pack's leader and send them into disarray, increasing their chances for success exponentially.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox Once Krysthane's friend told them everything he knew, Ebon followed her out of the cafe towards the car. On the way he snatched a kitten and tucked it into his pocket, where it mewed quietly in confusion. Wanting to keep the little cat a secret Ebon spoke to it using his telepathy. "Hush little one. We're going to hang out, just for today." Once the team arrived to the car Ebon had his doubts. He wasn't sure if he could fit the Kingdom inside, and if he could it was going to be a tight fit. He also questioned Krysthane's driving ability. Ebon at least had a license to drive, though he never had the Lien to buy a car. "Don't park us up a tree Krysthane." Carefully maneuvering The Kingdom into the back seat, Ebon waited for the others while stealthily playing with the kitten behind his tower shield.</s> <\|message\|>Bianca Nuit A Friend In Need As VGNB moved forward with their plan they would soon figure out that the Dodici family syndicate lived atop the hill that Zephyr was built on. They made their business their home, they ran all of Zephyr's banking, living above the bank itself the building looked like an apartment building. Which was good news for Beryl whom had previously decided to scope out the building in order to find entryways. There were plenty of windows. What she would find is that the upper floors were mainly residential, the higher up you were in the building, the higher up you were in the family. She would also notice the presence of a warehouse out back behind the building. While she couldn't get a great view of the lobby from any one vantage point she did know that if they entered that way they could scope it out fairly easily. The rest of the team, could see the front doors of the Dodici family bank. It seemed that two men working security detail were directly outside of the building and in past them another two, and a teller. Once Beryl met back up with her team they would have to make the decision how exactly to approach this situation. --- Darkness, a dripping noise, men speaking, other Faunus crying out for loved ones. This was everything Bianca's senses could tell her about her surroundings. One minute she was with her family and the other families in Zephyr that were well represented. The next, she was here. She got ready to call for help, perhaps someone she knew as here. But she was struck by a blunt object. Darkness, a dripping noise, men speaking, other Faunus crying out for loved ones, and the taste of blood. This was everything Bianca's senses could tell her.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Capture the Fort The death of the Alpha Beowulf hardly bothered the rest of the pack. If anything, it made it easier for them. While Robert was busy unleashing his rage against the Alpha, the other wolves surrounded Robert to cut off any possible avenues of escape. Then all eleven of them pounced at him at the same time, lunging out with their claws and fangs and overwhelm him with numbers. Even if he could take down one or two, the others from behind, above, and below would attack him relentlessly. While this was bad news for Robert, this also meant that the Beowolves were not focusing on the possibility that there might be other hunters near by. So the rest of Team RDGT need to be quick, before they lost their foolishly brave leader. Who@Jedly@Nytem4re@Awesomoman64 Sticky Situation As Team Canvas were speaking to one another, a voice broke over the airship's intercoms. "Hello Team Canvas, this is Velvet of Team Coffee. We see your airship coming so I'll begin to inform you of what we're up against. There are multiple entrances to the Ariadne's nest, however each one has natural structures fortifying it, making it difficult for even us to approach without alerting the entire brood. Walls of briers, poison-spewing plants, pit falls and other traps, webs, and of course the broodlings. Fortunately they're mostly concentrated around the nests itself. However we've also spotted Nevermores roosting in the trees and occasionally King Taijitu on the forest floor." As Velvet informed the team of this information she also sent a digital map of the area, highlighting different things such as traps, the rough patrols of the various Grimm, and other important information such as safe locations for the team to bunker down if things get rough. "We haven't been able to get very far inside the nest, but we suspect that it'll be even more vast and complex. Fortunately, we found one entrance into the nest that seems to be mostly unguarded by the broodlings. We've managed to get a fair distance within before we found more broodling activities, so it may be your best chance to infiltrate the nest with minimal confrontations. However we have also noticed recent signs of Taijitu marking at this entrance, and while we haven't confronted any ourselves, please be careful. If you need any assistance now will be a good time to ask. Once you're in the nest communication to the surface will be impossible due to how deep you'll be going." But before the team could ask any questions, there was a loud screeching in the distance. A single Nevermore flew up from the forests and spotted the air craft. It seemed like it was going to attack. The pilot was forced to make some evasive actions as the Nevermore shot feathered flechettes at the aircraft. While the vehicles was durable enough to take some hits and the pilot had the skill to out maneuver the creature, it lacked any weapons to take on the Nevermore directly. And with the Nevermore harassing the aircraft, Team Canvas was either going to have to try to fight the creature while on the ship, or make an emergency landing so they can escape. They had other options too, but very little time. Soon Coco's voice cracked over the intercom. "Get out of there quickly. Take too long and you'll alert the whole forest!" @Savato@Sho Minazuki@Crimmy</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Skyra sighed long and hard. "A car... seriously...", she mumbled. From the get go, she was skeptic about stepping into that car. First of all, it didn't look safe enough for her, especially when Krys was driving. Not that she didn't trust her team's leader, but she doubted her ability to drive. Secondly, this was more or less exactly the opposite of "stealthy". Which was why she had to bring it up to their leader. "Krys... a car is not exactly the most... subtle way of getting around... I am pretty sure there are other ways of reaching our mechanic. I don't really want to get ambushed on our way there, 'cause I am pretty certain our enemy already knows that we're out here..." Mentally Skyra already prepared herself for her objection to be rejected. She knew she had no chance in hell to do stuff sneakily in this team of loud people. A slight smile spread over her face at that thought, just for a second, to be replaced by her usual emotionless, business visage.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson When Robert was a boy, living on the streets all on his own, one activity he enjoyed to do was to visit the library. There were countless numbers of books and, if you were to ask, most of the librarians there would have sworn that that redheaded child had read every single one. As the pack of Beowolves closed in around him and the burning rage he had just felt quickly turned to fear and worry, Robert recalled a specific line from one of those many books. It was some sort of guide, for hitchhiking if memory served him right, that read, "What to do if you find yourself stuck with no hope of rescue: Consider yourself lucky that life has been good to you so far. Alternatively, if life hasn't been good to you so far, which given your present circumstances seems more likely, consider yourself lucky that it won't be troubling you much longer." In that moment though, Robert decided that if he was going to die, he wasn't going to lie down and take it. At first he activated the ballistic form of his bracers, but soon realized that, with his team so near, that firing shots off in random directions would only lead to disaster. Switching back to his weapons' blade form, Robert charged at the nearest Beowolf. The team leader aimed for the beast's jugular, causing the Grimm to try to duck underneath. It underestimated the huntsman-in-training's speed though and was met with both blades in its eyesockets. One of the Beowolves thought that Robert had now left himself open for attack and lunged forward to take a bite out of him. The boy quickly raised his leg and kicked the Grimm's face though, sending shards of broken teeth in all directions. These weren't dumb animals though, and it didn't take long for them to realize that attacking one at a time was a foolhardy plan. While one Beowulf tried to turn his head into a chew toy, another used its claws to try and take a swipe out of him. In the blink of an eye, Robert changed one bracer to its ballistic mode and put a 10mm round between the hungry Grimm's eyes. He attempted to use the other bracer to block the incoming claw, but was too slow, allowing the claw to rip through his flesh. Robert collapsed on the ground in pain. He wasn't going to last much longer if his team didn't try to help him.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Sand Vespa Unceremoniously almost, the date had changed. Normally, this would have been Sand's first proper day as a student at Beacon, but she had quickly learned that a holiday would take place. She could not complain. Her transfer had taken a turn for the sudden, and some extra time to adjust was appreciated. She had dedicated the previous day to getting her belongings and reporting the results of her final assignment to her superior at Atlas through the CCT. The former, she had mailed over to someone she trusted before heading out, having resolved not to stay return to Atlas by the end of her mission. The latter was handled simply enough, even if her boss had not been particularly ecstatic to hear about her failure to produce any of the items they had requested. Nonetheless, the day had marked a transition. Beyond friendships and acquaintances, she could not truly say she had any other affiliations to her previous school. Tired as she had been by the end of the day, rest was easy to come by, even in the bed of a deceased hunter-in-training, once Grane had cleared away their belongings. Staying in bed had been another matter. Habit had taken over, complemented by a lingering feeling of unease, and Sand had taken off to do her morning exercises before the rest began to stir. Those were done, but the day was still young. For the moment, Sand sat at the waiting room for the school's infirmary, legs crossed as she absentmindedly stared out the open door. Her hair was once again tied in a short tail. The dirtied and torn clothes she had arrived in yesterday had been replaced by a simple grey tank top and dark cargo pants, fastened to her waist with the same thick belt that held her cased weapons at her hips. Her combat boots had been replaced by white running shoes. A small gym bag was at her feet. The casual, relaxed image made her coffee-colored eyes seem merely weary rather than irked. A set of footsteps drew her towards an approaching nurse. "He's awake. Want me to take you to him?" She nodded. "Please." With that, the nurse ushered the visitor into the back rooms. Sand took note of the other occupied beds, presumably other students who found trouble in their own missions, but chose not to comment. Unerringly, she was led to a bed occupied by a bandaged, red-haired boy. The nurse announced the new visitor, then quickly returned to her duties. Sand raised a hand in greeting. "Hey. You look better than yesterday." Which isn't a difficult thing, truth be told. The pitiable condition Robert had been brought back in made her wonder if her intervention had made a difference in the end. Then again, she could not ask for more than his survival. Noticing the chairs near the bed, she pulled one closer and sat on it. Absentmindedly, she wondered if he had been told of her induction into the team. He had been unconscious when Ozpin had made the announcement, after all. Reaching into her gym bag, she pulled out a paper bag and placed it on the nightstand. "I brought muffins," she said simply, by way of explanation. "So?" she asked. "How are you feeling?" Who</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Sunday-Cafeteria Cobwlt was finally released from the hospital after the doctor gave the ok, so the first thing he did was head to the supermarket. He didn't like eating cafeteria food all the time, even if it was heavenly compared to that bland hospital food. Now all he had to do was go to the kitchen and ask to cook the food, it was going to be a busy night. By the time he was finished it was just before midnight as he tiptoed into the dorm. He set the pancakes, eggs, and bacon down on the counter (all in seperate containers to preserve the heat) and went to lie down in his bed. For the first time in a while he fell asleep as soon as he hit the covers. Monday-Dorm Cobalt woke up before everyone and set up the food on the counter, everyone would wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs, Cobalt kicked himself as he had forgotten to get syrup for the pancakes. Next time for sure. Diamond woke up first and the first thing he noticed was the new look. "Nice haircut. You do it yourself?" Blonde looked good on her. Oswald wheeled himself through the door and Cobalt waved hello. "I made breakfast. You guys want any?" He pointed towards the food alongside a couple of disposable paper plates. @Forsythe</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson When Sand entered his room, she found Robert absentmindedly staring out the window. With no other sources of entertainment like a book or video game, he didn't have much else to pass the time with other than conversations with the nurses and any visitors that might come his way. Hearing the door open, the red haired boy turned to face his new team member, giving her a bright smile. The bandage over his head still remained as well as a few of the band-aids that covered the small cuts where the doctors had removed shrapnel from the explosive, but other than that he looked almost normal. "Oh hey, Sand. Yeah, I'm feeling a lot better now," he told her. Seeing her pull out a paper bag, his eyes focused on the object as he wondered what it could possibly contain. "Ooh, muffins? Cool," Robert said, reaching his hand in and pulling out whichever kind was at the top. Quickly taking a bite without first checking what it might have been baked with, the taste of blueberries assaulted his tastebuds. Not exactly the boy's favorite flavor, but he didn't want to hurt the girl's feelings so he avoided making any sort of negative facial reaction. "What'd you ask? How am I feeling? Hmm…" the red haired boy replied, giving the question some serious thought before replying. "Like I said, I am feeling better. Kinda bored though. Not much to do here except rest and mope around. Ozpin told me that I'm no longer leader of the team, but I think… I think I'm okay with that honestly. It's a lot of responsibility that I don't think I was ready for. Sure, I was disappointed at first, but now that I've had time to think, the position seemed to fit better with one of the others. Speaking of which, what are you still doing here? Shouldn't you have gone back to Atlas? Was it Atlas? It was Atlas right?" "It was Atlas," she confirmed with a wry smile. "Was. My transfer papers were approved some time ago. Didn't think I'd arrive at Beacon the way I did, though." Robert nodded along as Sand explained her situation. When it appeared she had finished speaking, he asked, "So what's the name of the team you're on? Maybe we can do some joint missions or something at some point." The girl leaned back, looking at him meaningfully. "Don't know yet, but I think we'll be working together often enough." "What makes you say that?" he asked. She tilted her head. "Just a hunch. Happens that the other members spell R, T and G." "Really? That's the letters for my team too. What a coincidence." Sand's expression remained neutral, but as the words left his mouth the girl's normally stern eyes seemed to sparkle, like a cat that had found a new toy. She nodded knowingly. "Scary, right?" she said in a conspiratorial tone. "Well hear this. G is a faunus, doesn't seem like he likes R much." "Hey, Grane's a faunus too. Pretty sure he's not a big fan of me either," Robert said, still not understanding yet what Sand was hinting at. She hummed in agreement, but continued. "T seems like the calmest of the three. Like he tries to smooth things out between the rest." "That sounds like Trad," he said with excitement. "Yeah. R got injured recently, though, and it's got him worried. He's in this infirmary too." "Sounds like it'd be a good idea to meet with them after you're done talking with lil' ol' me." "Already did, actually. Brought him breakfast and everything." "Did you get him muffins too?" her teammate asked, still oblivious. "Yes. In fact, and listen close because this is the clincher—"The girl drew closer, as if to tell him a secret, complete with discrete looks over her shoulder. "His name happens to be Robert." At this point, Robert was beginning to catch on. Squinting his eyes at her with suspicion, he asked her, "Does his last name happen to be Fallson?" Sand looked at him with dancing eyes. "Amazing, right? What a time to be alive." "Yeah, what a coincidence," the boy repeated, this time with heavy amounts of sarcasm. A pleased smirk broke through her serious expression. "You can be rather dense, you know?" "I'd take offense to that if it probably wasn't true," was his only response as he lied back in his bed and made himself more comfortable. "Welcome to the team, Sand." "Thank you. Looking forward to working with you."</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Monday "One day I will manage to get that idiot to stop doing these things" Cian muttered under her breath as sat in the courtyard looking for her brother figure/guardian/pain in the neck/narcissistic asshole. Dont get her wrong Cian was eternally thankful for what he did and was doing for her and as such loved him as she would a brother but by the heavens above did he manage to piss her off lately. Leaning back a bit she kept sighed softly as she tried to keep her eye open for a person with a furred purple hat. Tristan Mauve "Well well guess the school aged well like some people are bound to." He muttered to himself as he walked through the entrance of the school. Tristan stood tall at a six foot 4. He had a lean build like that of a runner or a swimmer with tight black slacks and a white shirt with his signature purple jacket. He often got compared to how similar his and Cian's style was similar but "Its bound to happen when one grows up with a clean cut figure as myself" He muttered once more with a joyful laugh at the end. Wonder how the old stomping grounds held up without me creating craters ever other week. He thought to himself as he kept a single eye out for his sister.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom A quietness that somewhat resembled serenity soon fell over the two. Watching the white trails painted on the vast canvas known as the skies, Sangue's train of thoughts floated down to many places. From her wonder of when Apep would arrive to figuring out more about what makes her team happy, her simplistic thinking process made her space out for several moments. To some, she could look thoughtless, but Sangue was more than willing to think about a lot of things, even if she thought slower than others. For her, it was good to keep thinking about things. It let her mind keep functioning and warm itself up for every day. She glanced at Galla once, blinking at the newspaper, before turning back to the skies. And she decided to remain quiet, hopeful in that she wouldn't annoy the woman next to her by constantly attempting to talk naturally. The red snake wondered if there were other places she could visit while Apep wasn't around, but for now, sitting right where she was suited her well enough.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia Cypher Gymnasium Emerald's face widened with glee as she looks at both pairs of gauntlets. From what Gren was saying both had advantages and disadvantages. The first pair offered more firepower but were heavier, while the other was lighter but it would have to transform into cannon form to fire rockets. If she was honest she found herself liking the first option, she could get used to heavier gauntlets easily enough, practicing with them would help her body adjust to the weight and she'd end up a bit stronger because of it to boot. Of course there was only one way to find out which was better for sure. At Gren's suggestion to go test them out at the firing range Emerald nodded her head enthusiastically. "Yeah! Let's do that! I'm sure Skyra will show up if she hears explosions I mean, who wouldn't?!" Emerald was bouncing on her heels, her tail flicking erratically behind her, she was clearly excited.</s> <\|message\|>Sand Vespa "Mhm. Yeah, see you." Sand ended the call just as the infirmary door opened again, revealing Robert again. She slipped the scroll back to her pocket as the boy caught sight of her and approached, apologizing for the delay. "Not a problem. You were just in time." She took stock of his appearance at his prompting, noting how most of the damage he had sustained seemed all but gone. An awakened aura is an amazing thing, she reflected. She suspected that recovering from his condition would have taken longer than a weekend if he had not been trained to be a Huntsman. In fact, she had to restrain the sudden urge to poke at his side to see if he was not exaggerating the pain in his ribs. "They didn't give you a mirror?" she asked, keeping a hint of mischief away from her voice. You look awful. Definitely, was the first response that came to mind. But she swallowed the words. It wasn't true, but he made it too easy for her. She quickly curbed the part of her that instinctively tried to agree with his assessment on his appearance if only to see where that line of dialog would lead. It would be plain hurtful, and there was such a thing as overindulgence. "You look fine," she answered honestly after a moment of consideration. "Bit of bed hair. Wouldn't have guessed you were hospitalized if I hadn't seen it." The fact that she could even say those words felt like lifting a weight off her shoulders. She could not have known how things would have gone back at the Fort if she had chosen to prioritize her mission and left the group of Huntsmen to fend for themselves, or if she had agreed to leaving Robert once they realized he was drawing the Grimm towards them, but it seemed to her that if Grane and Trad were safe, and Robert only had slight aches to complain about as she walked him to his room, she had made the right choices where it mattered. It made her proud. As for Delta… Her actions were irrelevant in that case. The group's last member had been lost before she had had a chance to intervene. It was lucky enough that I was close enough to help at all, she reminded herself. There was nothing to regret. She would have to be satisfied with the results. Sand shrugged, jostling the bag on her shoulder. "Anyway, let's get going. I still need to drop this off." Who</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Monday It wasnt long before Cian managed to find her brother figure he was hard to miss with him practically forcing his way through the throng of people that had gathered at the entrance. Despite her better judgement she let a small smile out as she walked up to him as he greeted her in his usual manner his hand ruffling his hand through his hair before forcing her to find a bench so he can fix it. "I cant have any sister of mine walk around like how you are so we are going to find a place for me to fix your hair and for heavens sake button your jacket and put on some actual clothes." Tristan said as he forcefully guided her through people he would not let his sister walk around like how she was plus what was with her clothing? Sure it was practical he supposed it offered no limitation in movement and with her style of fighting something like that could mean her life. But god damnit she was his sister he hated her showing any skin at all it might attract people to her and that was what he was trying to prevent. Cian sighed as she let her brother guide her trust him to make a mountain out of a mole hill. Still with a exasperated sigh she willingly followed his lead but stopped when she saw Sangue she believed it was sitting on a bench with someone. "Ah Sangue was it?" Cian said as she slipped out of her brothers grasp as she walked up to Sangue she was sitting next to younger girl it appeared with black hair that she never seen so probably a younger sibling. "Is this your sister?" She asked Cian was never one for words but has been trying to fix that and Sangue did help with the last mission so why not try to start a conversation. @Crimmy</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson "Sure thing," Robert said, following Sand back to their team's room. As they walked, the two members of the leaderless team talked about several subjects, mostly relating to Beacon though. Even then, the Altesian girl was still able to find ways to tease the boy, most of the verbal jabs going right over his clueless head. As the two turned a corner of the hallway that would lead them back to their place of rest and relaxation though, the redhead stopped in his tracks as he recognized a figure ahead. Standing right outside the door of their room, was a girl clad in pink, with a fist raised to the door as if to knock. For the couple, time seemed to have stopped, their breaths catching in their throats as they looked at the one who they'd promised their hearts too. "Priscilla? Is it really you?" Robert asked in disbelief. "Robbie?" she replied back, eyes watering with tears of joy. And with that small exchange of names, time began again as the couple ran into each other's arms. Robert was holding back tears, but Priscilla couldn't hold back the waterworks. They stood there for what might have appeared like forever to any casual observer, but to them it didn't feel like any embrace could be long enough. "You disappeared. I couldn't find you no matter how hard I looked. Daniel or Greyson either. I- I thought you were gone forever. I was afr-" Priscilla pressed a finger to his lips and soothingly told him, "Shh. It's okay. I'm back now, Robbie," before leaning close and planting a kiss on his lips. It had felt like a lifetime since the two had done that. When they finally separated, the girl smiled at her boyfriend and told him, "I promise to explain everything... as soon as we find a more private place to talk." Taking her hand in his, Robert smiled the widest smile he had ever made and told her, "I know exactly the place." And with that, the couple took off, leaving Sand in their dust, likely confused and bewildered.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Ashe Blackwood (derp post - clicking things on mobile is stupid)</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom @Krayzikk@Azereiah@FlitterFaux Sangue peeked at Bianca behind Ben. As he took a seat, she predictably sat at the seat Ben tapped at for her. And she sat in silence. Behind her long hair, Sangue's eyes trailed across the room. Nothing had changed in particular, though her memory served her well enough to see that some students were not present, and some were unfamiliar to her. She blinked as her gaze fell upon the white-haired girl. The girl named Bianca Nuit, whose blue eyes reminded her of Ben's own, was very polite. Something about her made Sangue relax. Oftentimes, the looks Sangue received were more out of wariness rather than simply being interested in her. Some told her it was the face paint that threw them off. Others would imply that she just looked a bit intimidating. She felt none of that from Bianca. In fact, she generally did not think such thoughts of most students. When Sangue's eyes fell upon the Faunus' wings, she stared at them curiously. They fluttered, and their movements mesmerized the redhead for a moment. She remembered finding pictures of Faunus with wings back at her old home. The pictures depicted the particular Faunus with powerful, intimidating wings- like that of an eagle's. Bianca's wings, however, were very pretty. Eventually peeling her eyes away from the girl's wings, Sangue greeted Bianca. "…I… am Sangue," she spoke quietly. The redhead bowed politely before falling silent. At the presence of others approaching the seats around her, however, she perked up before turning to a Faunus with a mask and another person with her. Blinking, she stared at the mask for a brief moment, her idle expression remaining. Sangue wondered if the student was feeling alright, as her thin body stated otherwise, but she did not question the student and decided she probably had her own reasons. Perhaps her body was just thin in general, or she really wasn't feeling well. Sangue's gaze shifted to the student with her, Ashe. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, but she did seem more lively than the person with the mask. Retaining her silence, she bowed to both of them. Staring at the unfamiliar students next to her, she silently glanced between them, and occasionally at Ben.</s> <\|message\|>Skye (she claims to have no last name, that she lost it. She also referred to herself initially as "Byakko" but now denies this) @Lucius Cypher @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN Annabelle Valentine Armory Wow. Oz has the favor of the Schnee frikkin Dust company?! Is it my imagination or did he suddenly just become a lot more attractive? Yeesh, Valentine, you sound like a gold digger. "Your call, oh great and powerful wizard. I will be poaching the hell out of your ideas. Just promise me you won't cut any corners and get lesser quality materials. I'd rather fight with my mother over my spending habits than play with tech this advanced using inferior parts. And at least let me cover my own costs." She could tell Oswald was very excited and into the project, so he likely wouldn't be careless ordering what was needed. Even so she needed to clarify and get that reassurance. She was briefly surprised when Oswald made the comment about his hands, but she quickly decided she must have been thinking out loud. Whoops. What else have I been saying? She leaned forward and got a sly look in her eye, opting to just have fun with it. "Oh, but Ozzie, of course were friends, especially because of your big hands. It's true what they say about that, you know. There's even research to back it up." Letting Oswald mull that over Annabelle turned to Gren, nodding agreement as he made suggestions to divide the workload. "Easy. You and Oz better watch your fingers, though. I'd hate for anything to happen to those big, beautiful hands you guys have." She winked at the both of them, apparently not finished teasing Oswald after all. She stole some paper and pens, deciding to draw up some designs oldschool. She nodded again at Gren, already knowing what he brought up would be the case. "Yep, lots of ways to approach this shield. It's gonna take time and I can wait. I mean, damn, I've put the shield upgrade off for years, a few days or even weeks more won't kill me." She froze in the middle of her flurry of activity when Gren asked about her weapon. That's right, Gren was already gone last night before I got around to showing off my masterpiece. Or more like my life's work. And neither my life nor that work is even done yet. So this will be a complete surprise to him... and the entire class! Her expression slowly shifted to one of pure delight. She took out her new scroll and brought up a map of the academy, estimating how long Gren might be gone and how long it would take Tiger to respond to a standard summons. At the same time she interrupted Emerald from slipping into any kind of melancholy, snapping her fingers and holding out her free hand. "Tsk tsk, sis. Don't you start pouting on me! Plans. Gimme. I wanna see these goggles for myself. Sir Gren is already fetching parts and you are in the presence of the queen of multitasking! Or... maybe princess. Depends on the day, really..." Time to wow the crowd, hehe~</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson The feeling of tentacle-like appendages wrapping around his head and the sound of a very happy and chipper voice behind him shout out something about improving his mood would snap Robert out of his violent day dream. This interaction was definitely not something that he was in the mood for at the moment. Grabbing the feelers that had suction-cupped themselves to his cheeks, the boy forcefully pulled them off his face, perhaps a bit too harshly, as he turned to face the strange squid kid that had dared to interrupt his brooding. "Can I help you?" the bespectacled redhead interrogated, his expression returning to the glare it had been just moments ago before his face had been pulled into an unwanted smile. Everything about his behavior screamed that he didn't want to talk to Llyr, from how aggressive the tone of his voice was when asking his earlier question, to how his folded arms revealed a truculent mood. All Robert wanted right now was to be left alone to his own devices.</s>
<\|description\|>Sapphire Rode Age: Seventeen Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Shotgun/Polearm Sapphire is skilled in using two sawed off shotguns each about two and a half feet in length. From there the second form is as a sickle, it's like a scythe but more hand held. From the shot guns a bladed folds out on the side of the gun's muzzle. Part of the gun retracts so it can be easily wielded with one hand as melee weapon. In this form it is still capable of firing. For the third form the buts of the guns interlock and two pols extend from both of them creating a grip. The triggers from the shotguns realign themselves so both are easily accessible from the staff's grip. In this form Sapphire's weapon is about six feet long. The blades in this form have three positions, there standard position for cutting from unusual angles, straight out for stabbing and inverted so the blade is parallel to the shaft for side slashes. In all three forms the shotguns are still operable. However Sapphire prefers wielding her Anelaces, Morpheus and Phobetor. Nightmare Blades Sapphire's two daggers, Morpheus and Phobator, there names meaning Sleep and Nightmare respectively. Each disassembles itself into a two inch by two inch black metal boxes that clipped into leather bands that Sapphire is always wearing. The daggers are impact activated meaning they will transforming out of storage mode when any amount of serious impact force is applied to them. The assembled form will pop out with just enough force to get the handles into Sapphire's hands. Her favored method of drawing them is clapping her wrists together and having them shoot up into her hands. Morpheus and Phobetor are specially designed. Apart from there special method of deployment both knives have a dust powered rocket mechanism in the pommel allowing Sapphire to increase the speed of her strikes or alter her momentum. There is also a dust cartridge slot right bellow the cross guard that will have a variety of effects based on the type of dust used. Fire cartridges will super heat the blades making it easier to pierce or sometime outright melt armor. Electricity rounds will electrify the blade making contact deadly. The blades on both knives retract, in this form Sapphire can clip the hilts onto her combat boots. In this manner she can use the rockets as a propulsion system. Semblance: Selective Sight Sapphire has the ability to vanish into the background. It is not invisibility exactly; a better way to describe it would be that she is able to slip from the notice of others. Not invisible just unnoticed. It is most effective in darker settings and will not work if someone is expecting to see her. For instance if she is having a conversation with someone she can't simply disappear but if she is being chased and she gets out of eyesight of her pursuers she could slip from their perception leaving them rather confused. It is not always a conscious effort on her part and sometimes may simply happen when she is nervous or stressed out. The illusion only works as long as she stays inconspicuous. So if she starts to speak or does something that draws attention the illusion would be shattered. Because of this, it often gives people the impression that she appears from nowhere when she joins in a conversation. With concentration and effort Sapphire is able to use a burst of aura to apply this ability to others close by. When this ability is in use Sapphire's perception of the world becomes slightly unfocused as if she is viewing the world through a lens. It is not so bad that she can't run but important details may slip past her notice. Personality: Sapphire is the daughter of a famous hunter named Janus Rode who has trained her since she was very young. People often question her about her family but it is not something she likes to talk about much. She had an older brother who ran away from home some ten years previously. Her mother died in childbirth. She also has two sisters, one older, one younger but neither of them received the training necessary to enter Beacon. Sapphire is very closed off, she doesn't talk about herself and if asked will deflect the questions without giving any real answers. Sapphire often feels very isolated and alone but she is scared to relate to people, to make friends, to let someone into her heart. She is scared that if she does they may not like what they see. This fear she covers with snide remarks and sarcastic comments giving the impression that she doesn't care what people think about her. Despite her cold demeanor she does truly want to help people, she's loyal to those who are loyal to her and she is compassionate though she doesn't often let people see it. Color: Somber Midnight Blue Emblem: Appearance: Has electric blue hair which is not quite apparent in the photo. She's average height at about 5'10". She is built light and agile and is very flexible which is a boon to her fighting style. She has a number of long white scars running over her hands which she uses white silk gloves to cover. She has similar though less noticeable scars on her back. Theme:</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate It was with a slight note of conclusion that Abel bid Gren farewell. "Celibate?" he murmured to himself as he pulled out his scroll, fiddling with the buttons. "Musta meant celebrate." He briefly considered what party supplies were the object of Gren's solo quest while the scroll booted up for the first time. If it was alcohol, Abel would have none of it, but if the others felt like the situation warranted inebriation he guessed that he wouldn't stop them. Not everyone was as straitlaced as he, and the last he had seen both Kuhaku and Sapphire, they had both been on stretchers. Vague excuses swirled through his head that they might use for drinking—to relax, to forget about the pain. When the faulty scroll finally sorted itself out, his inner musings vanished, and he stared intently at the tiny screen before scrolling over to the minimap tab and determining in exactly which way the medical ward lay. A brisk pace and long strides meant that he arrived at the infirmary within thirty minutes. It was situated separately from the rest of the academy. The shattered moon was a little ways above the horizon, and the night blew cool and clear. Beaming down upon everything from above, more so than the moon, was the warm green light after which Abel guessed Beacon was named. Under normal circumstances, the night would have been young for him, but after the trials of today he was very weary. After checking up on his teammates, he resolved as he navigated the last few meters to the infirmary, he would head straight back to the dorms to get some sleep. With only two floors and eight rooms, the medical ward had little to hide from Abel, and he soon approached the single softly-lit room. There was no sign of any nurses, which Abel decided was good; it meant that Kuhaku and Sapphire were stable, at least, if they were to be unattended. Voices garbled by the door that separated team SASG revealed that at least one of them was awake. Feeling familiar enough with those on the inside to not need to stand on ceremony, Abel opened the door somewhat loudly and waltzed right in. Immediately he froze, suddenly aware of something wrong. Both of them were standing, and in their hospital gowns they seemed strikingly smaller and less lively than in their clothes, somber-colored as they were. That was not, however, what put Abel on guard; he could practically feel the tension and unhappiness emanating from them. Sapphire in particular seemed standoffish, with her arms tucked against her. In the poor light, the edges of her dark hair seemed blue, and the surprised, uninviting look in her eyes gave Abel the impression that he wasn't wanted here. Perhaps nobody was. But to turn around and waltz right back out would make him seem like a coward, and that was something he simply couldn't stomach. "...hey there," he managed after a few seconds, breaking the vile, awkward silence. "Good to, uh, see you guys are okay." In fact, they looked quite terrible, but he hoped they knew he meant to reassure them. He found himself looking at Kuhaku's snowy ears, and forced himself to look at each of his teammates' faces in turn.</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery As the team arrived to their room. They were now picking out their beds. This was going to be interesting because she was the only girl on the team, so that wasn't such a good thing. But she knew that her team would be respectful enough to give the girl her own space. But that was when Daniel made the joke about being in bed with a girl. Pervert. Even if he was joking or not he wasn't suppose to say that. Priscilla gave a fake nervously laugh as she turned around and walked to a bed, far from Daniel but close to the leader. It wasn't that she didn't trust Greyson, because she did. That was her first teammate. It was just that she liked the bed next to the window, which was close to Robert's. As they got all settled in. Priscilla turned around smiling at Robert, happy that he decided to do her suggestion. "Yay. Let's go guys. It could be fun and stuff to explore and all. Oh...I am a bit hungry too." She said placing a hand on her stomach and looking at her members. "So, question for you two.." she turned to Daniel and Greyson. It was a question about Robert being the leader. "How do you guys feel about Robert being the leader?" She smiled at them and looked at Robert, winking at him and now her attention back to the two. "I personally. Like the fact that he is the leader. Just because of himself having the leader look AND he did tell us what to do back in the fight. Also he has the whole nerdy leader look, so he is probably also the smartest out of us. Not saying that you guys are duuuumb. Im just stating my facts. You guys?" Priscilla said turning around looking herself in the mirror, fixing her hair and grabbing a light pink lipstick, putting it on. As she was putting it on, she still waited for the boys to answer.</s> <\|message\|>Indigo Kafka Indigo smiled under his mask as he silently straightened his bow tie. It was an idle action; his tie didn't need straightening. Hell, he had already straightened it twice in the time he finished that thought! Still though, it was a gesture of impatience, anxiousness, and excitement. He had made it. Even if his methods weren't the best to getting there, the title "Number 1" was now officially within reach! At the end of this deep tunnel laid the light of endless love an adoration, and he would steal that prize, using the bodies of all the Grimm he was surely going to slay as his platform. He shook his head as he heard his name being called. He walked up to the stage, behind the cute oddly pacifistic girl that had helped him in the Forever Fall Forest, as well as the other male who was really happy most of the time, and wore a badass suit of armor into battle. Reminded him of a lot of his videogames. And, ofcourse, Seilber. His partner, jittering and sweating like she was on trial for murder or something. She must not have liked the spotlight. He was a fan, but he understood that some weren't. Especially those trying to keep a low profile. "You will now work together as team Silverpoint led by... Seilber Vulpez." Indie paused. A frown and accompanying rage slowly filled his face under the mask. He wasn't leader? That wasn't right... He needed to be leader. He was determined to be the best, why wasn't he leader? Was he not powerful enough yet? Was it because he lacked elegance and grace? You didn't need that to become great! Hell, you didn't even need to be leader to become great! He'd become number one without being leader. He didn't need a leader. He didn't need anybody. Indie suddenly felt very uncomfortable on the stage. He walked, or more accurately stomped, down the stage in a fit of angst and anger, not bothering to see if his teammates were following until he was sufficiently far from the stage. "So, guys." He said "Wanna go back to my place and... unload and relax?~" He said, giggling to himself like a small child. Jokes were how he relived stress, and right now he was feeling much to hotheaded. Honestly, he just wanted to send an email to his friends back home and sleep for awhile in his nice new bed.</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni had no idea what was with the woman. Did she just hate him for being alive or was she always like this, because if she was, this was gonna be harder than he thought. How was he supposed to to build up a beautiful and loving relationship if she was so hostile? Geni would have to find away to get passed her wall, but in order to do that, he would have to turn this conversation around. But with her hand on her sword, that seemed like an impossible feet. She looked like she was ready to chop him up right were he stood. She did not even want to show mercy to her fellow faunas, which was understandable. "Oh come on we don't know that, but I would rather not test that out, but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt." "And priorities, I'm pretty sure that set already.""And I think I would rather have a good firm grasp on the mortal realm, just saying." "And an interesting person, sure if you like he superhuman kingly types." " And unfortunately, I was not paying attention at that point in the speech, could you help my out?" He said warily was his tail flicked around agitatedly. He was not sure if what he said would be offensive but he hoped he had treaded carefully. Geni then heard his other teammate comment on the situation. He was a fast paced talker, it was kind of hard to hear exactly what he was saying, but if you listened carefully, it was easy. Geni snapped to attention he was addressed to by the boy, he told him that his nickname would be Genie. "Defiantly, your wish is my command, Mokuren " He said winking at her.</s>	<\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Infirmary Sapphire couldn't believe who she was talking too. Had his brain truly been scrambled by the cave in? Seemed like the possibly was rising with every word he said. How else could he not know that she was referring to the initiation ceremony? The one they had horribly failed. Sapphire wondered if she could stay with her grandparents and Demetra when this fell through. As a bonus the scatter brained faunus was also a bleeding heart. "Happened to have wronged you before, I apologize." The hell was he talking about, he wasn't even sure that he had done something wrong and yet was still prepared to admit defeat. Sapphire rolled her eyes. It was just about this time that the door creaked open. In walked a tall heavy set boy likely about her age. He was from the tunnel, what was his name Adel, Able something like that. He clearly realized three seconds after entering that he'd walked into the middle of an awkward conversation. Sapphire didn't really have a problem letting that moment drag out and did so watching him squirm uncomfortable until he finally spoke. When he did it was sort of shaky and rather generic greeting which sparked something in Sapphire. Alright? Alright! Didn't he have eyes? It was plan for anyone to see that neither of them was 'alright'. "Oh yeah," Sapphire said turning on Abel. "We're just super, me with my broken rib, sprained ankle, black eye and a mild concussion not to mention all the little cuts and bruises. Then we've got fur ball over there whose only recollection seems to be his own name. We are totally fine right now." Sapphire said glaring at him. It annoyed her when people tried to look on the bright side. It was better to see a situation for what it was regardless of how bad that might be.</s>
<\|description\|>Sapphire Rode Age: Seventeen Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Shotgun/Polearm Sapphire is skilled in using two sawed off shotguns each about two and a half feet in length. From there the second form is as a sickle, it's like a scythe but more hand held. From the shot guns a bladed folds out on the side of the gun's muzzle. Part of the gun retracts so it can be easily wielded with one hand as melee weapon. In this form it is still capable of firing. For the third form the buts of the guns interlock and two pols extend from both of them creating a grip. The triggers from the shotguns realign themselves so both are easily accessible from the staff's grip. In this form Sapphire's weapon is about six feet long. The blades in this form have three positions, there standard position for cutting from unusual angles, straight out for stabbing and inverted so the blade is parallel to the shaft for side slashes. In all three forms the shotguns are still operable. However Sapphire prefers wielding her Anelaces, Morpheus and Phobetor. Nightmare Blades Sapphire's two daggers, Morpheus and Phobator, there names meaning Sleep and Nightmare respectively. Each disassembles itself into a two inch by two inch black metal boxes that clipped into leather bands that Sapphire is always wearing. The daggers are impact activated meaning they will transforming out of storage mode when any amount of serious impact force is applied to them. The assembled form will pop out with just enough force to get the handles into Sapphire's hands. Her favored method of drawing them is clapping her wrists together and having them shoot up into her hands. Morpheus and Phobetor are specially designed. Apart from there special method of deployment both knives have a dust powered rocket mechanism in the pommel allowing Sapphire to increase the speed of her strikes or alter her momentum. There is also a dust cartridge slot right bellow the cross guard that will have a variety of effects based on the type of dust used. Fire cartridges will super heat the blades making it easier to pierce or sometime outright melt armor. Electricity rounds will electrify the blade making contact deadly. The blades on both knives retract, in this form Sapphire can clip the hilts onto her combat boots. In this manner she can use the rockets as a propulsion system. Semblance: Selective Sight Sapphire has the ability to vanish into the background. It is not invisibility exactly; a better way to describe it would be that she is able to slip from the notice of others. Not invisible just unnoticed. It is most effective in darker settings and will not work if someone is expecting to see her. For instance if she is having a conversation with someone she can't simply disappear but if she is being chased and she gets out of eyesight of her pursuers she could slip from their perception leaving them rather confused. It is not always a conscious effort on her part and sometimes may simply happen when she is nervous or stressed out. The illusion only works as long as she stays inconspicuous. So if she starts to speak or does something that draws attention the illusion would be shattered. Because of this, it often gives people the impression that she appears from nowhere when she joins in a conversation. With concentration and effort Sapphire is able to use a burst of aura to apply this ability to others close by. When this ability is in use Sapphire's perception of the world becomes slightly unfocused as if she is viewing the world through a lens. It is not so bad that she can't run but important details may slip past her notice. Personality: Sapphire is the daughter of a famous hunter named Janus Rode who has trained her since she was very young. People often question her about her family but it is not something she likes to talk about much. She had an older brother who ran away from home some ten years previously. Her mother died in childbirth. She also has two sisters, one older, one younger but neither of them received the training necessary to enter Beacon. Sapphire is very closed off, she doesn't talk about herself and if asked will deflect the questions without giving any real answers. Sapphire often feels very isolated and alone but she is scared to relate to people, to make friends, to let someone into her heart. She is scared that if she does they may not like what they see. This fear she covers with snide remarks and sarcastic comments giving the impression that she doesn't care what people think about her. Despite her cold demeanor she does truly want to help people, she's loyal to those who are loyal to her and she is compassionate though she doesn't often let people see it. Color: Somber Midnight Blue Emblem: Appearance: Has electric blue hair which is not quite apparent in the photo. She's average height at about 5'10". She is built light and agile and is very flexible which is a boon to her fighting style. She has a number of long white scars running over her hands which she uses white silk gloves to cover. She has similar though less noticeable scars on her back. Theme:</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond chose to disregard Sapphire before, but now she felt the need to clarify. She didn't like to be called a sore loser, whatever the form of delivery. "Lady, I never said mine is not cheating. As I said, if it was a real scenario, it would have probably ended differently. What I mean I guess is why go set up all these rules and place to make the fight as equal as possible when that will never be the case." she shrugged, "If you want that, let just skill speak, and not some weird abilities mother nature gifted just some of us with." She took a pause, arguing wiht herself whether to share something on the other subject. Well, it would have probably come up sooner or later. If she comes clean with something now, she might be able to hide what of her past really needed to stay hidden better. "And foster care would have been great. No, I grew up on the street." she added in a bit silent tone, weighing her words carefully but coming off as sad.</s> <\|message\|>Ineko Irandi "Pity I never got to see either you or the foxy lady's fights. We may know each other's names, but we haven't been formally introduced." Ivan spoke, upon Ineko's arrival. "Ivan Oakley, best shot this side of Atlas." He introduced himself, extending his hand for introduction. Indigo was the one to take it, "Indigo Kafka, working to be the best fighter. Ever." Then it was Ineko's turn, grasping Ivan's hand with his own armored gauntlet and shaking it. "Ineko Irandi, you have met One of Six." Ineko replied, gesturing to the drone laying on the table. "Speaking of fights, why'd you throw yours? I mean, might as well try, right?" Indigo brought up, Ineko hearing disappointment. "I mean, I would have won if I had a little less aura, Ivan would have won if he wasn't 'holding back'. And Seibs won! Your whole team is pretty decent, at least. I'm sure you would've put up a great fight." He reasoned. "By the way, can you remind me to whoop that douche Rakim's ass?" Ineko stopped eating and took a drink of water. "Our enemy is in the form of creatures. I see no advantages in the critique of our technique against humans. If there are advantages, I'll be educated." Ineko answered, not looking at Indigo. He took a small bite of his sandwich, "As for this Rakim character, we're all together in this ordeal, are we not? No matter the reason, we all aspire the same outcome. This Rakim might be a warrior standing beside you in battle someday, it's better to have him as an ally, rather than an enemy, I think." Ineko spoke, now looking at Indigo. "But to each their own." He finally said, getting back to his lunch.</s> <\|message\|>Rayna Bryson Try as she might, she couldn't edge closer to Priscilla after the fight and even if she could, she was certain that the pink-haired girl would give her the cold shoulder after such a humiliating defeat. Some wounds are healed by time, she remembered her tutor elaborating when they were discussing the White Fang. And others never heal at all. Her eyes slid over towards some of her other class members, such as the fox-girl who Rakim was against. There was still bad-blood between humanity and Faunus and douchebags like Rakim really didn't help the cause of showing other species that humans had changed for the better. When they were leaving combat class, Rayna made sure to raise that one with them. "Rakim is a nice fighter but a poor hunter. Down-talking a lady like that is not only damn rude but if he ever wants to get anywhere in life, he'll realise that it's not the way to go. If he does it again, I'll have no choice but to go down there and beat him myself." Her voice was firm, this was her final point on the matter. Rayna could be a nice little mother to her team but as soon as one of them crossed the line, she would be there to give them a healthy serving of punishment. Maths was, well... difficult. She had always been taught tactics by her father directly and he heavily enforced that maths became a staple part of her tactical learning. Logic based decisions were key on a battlefield and she appreciated that, which was why she at least tried to get through most of the questions. Where she fell short, Victor was seemingly there to point out some information that would help her. The guy was a pretty damn good teacher, as it turned out. She didn't know why they didn't let him have the rest of the day off, considering what had happened to him, but his actions were appreciated. History was a much easier subject for her. That, of course, didn't mean it was easy. Unlike the others, Rayna was blessed with a privileged lifestyle but unfortunately, she wasn't exactly blessed with the cranium of a genius. Quite the opposite, in fact. Both of the subjects that weren't combat-related, she struggled in, which didn't help the feelings of confidence that she was on-par with these guys. Finally, however, the entire ordeal ended with the bell for lunch. "Go and sit down, Victor, you're injured and I'm pretty certain I owe it to you. You would have totally trounced that Greyson guy if you had your arm on properly, after all!" She babbled positively, guiding him over to a seat before turning on her heels and disappearing into the crowds of people. There is very little advantages to being small and lithe but slipping through crowds is one of them. Eventually, she ended up near the front of the line when an actual line was formed from the chaos. For lunch, she decided that the salad looked a much better option than the pasta-soup thing. She knew Victor probably wouldn't be a big fan of salad so she got some chicken sandwiches and fries for him. Once she had taken a side of apple slices and got milk cartons for the both of them, she paid up and brought Victor his food. When he went to pull out some money for it, she shook her head decisively. "No, trust me, I'm not exactly lacking in funds." Not true - she only had a small bit of money from home but she had been completely cut off from funding from her parents. Like it or not, but it appeared that if she wanted to support a decent lifestyle, she would have to find some sort of job on the guidelines. Living a life of an exile wasn't very pretty but she valued it - being rich and getting everything you ever wanted is a poor preparation for life. Looking up, she took note of the other students who were engaged in brisk conversation. "Guard my stuff, Victor, I have something to do." It seemed like something was on her mind as she turned and headed towards were Team Rampaged had set up camp. She hovered beside their table for a few seconds, stuck in a momentary lull on what exactly should be said to a girl that you just completely embarrassed in front of the whole school. "Hey, Priscilla. I know what I did was completely wrong and it was probably really embarrassing, what with all the guys in your team. However, if you're going to take anything from it then maybe I could offer you a tip? Sometimes, our weaknesses aren't in the forms of our fighting. Your weakness is that you worry about how others think of you. I took advantage of that and I destroyed your will to resist." For the first time today, Rayna was actually making a lot of sense. "My weakness is my honour." She confided with a curt nod before blushing a little - she probably looked like a twit, standing in front of her whole team offering her tips on tactics.</s>	<\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Cafeteria "Diamond right?" Sapphire asked her name before continuing to respond to her question. "The whole point of those sparring matches is that they weren't fair, there were no rules besides a basic time limit and some stuff to prevent anyone from getting really hurt. When the real fights come no one is going to care if there semblance is more battle worthy or fair then yours, they're going to try and kick you ass anyway they can and that was exactly what Glynda wanted to see in these sparring matches. If you aren't going to give it your all then Beacon isn't the place for you." Sapphire continued to ate listening to conversations that were starting all around them. Diamond's response to her question about foster care peaked her interest. Sapphire had known a number of street kids, not well given how untrustworthy they were but well enough to know that not many of them ever gave up anything freely or without gain for themselves and that included personal information. The answer that Diamond gave her seemed carefully chosen and mostly devoid of any real information, it was the kind of response that Sapphire usually gave when asked about her family. It meant that Diamond was hiding something a lot deeper but then again it wasn't really any of Sapphire's business. While finishing her mashed potatoes Sapphire decided not to comment. The next conversation Sapphire became interested in was the one a few boys were having a couple of seats away, mostly giving excuses for why they had lost there sparring matches. The thing that really caught Sapphire's attention however was when one of the boys questioned why they needed to learn how to fight humans when there enemy was the Grimm. Sapphire was almost incredulous. "Hey kid," she said tapping him on the shoulder. "Are you stupid or just plain simple?" She asked. It was impossible that he could actually think that the only thing they would ever fight in there life was the Grimm. "Of course we need to know how to fight humans. The Hunters aren't the only ones with semblance or the power of aura and not everyone uses that ability for good. What happens when we have to face off against a group like the White Fang or a criminal organization of aura users. If you don't know how to fight your fellow humans you won't last day." Sapphire went back to her lunch.</s>
<\|description\|>Sapphire Rode Age: Seventeen Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Shotgun/Polearm Sapphire is skilled in using two sawed off shotguns each about two and a half feet in length. From there the second form is as a sickle, it's like a scythe but more hand held. From the shot guns a bladed folds out on the side of the gun's muzzle. Part of the gun retracts so it can be easily wielded with one hand as melee weapon. In this form it is still capable of firing. For the third form the buts of the guns interlock and two pols extend from both of them creating a grip. The triggers from the shotguns realign themselves so both are easily accessible from the staff's grip. In this form Sapphire's weapon is about six feet long. The blades in this form have three positions, there standard position for cutting from unusual angles, straight out for stabbing and inverted so the blade is parallel to the shaft for side slashes. In all three forms the shotguns are still operable. However Sapphire prefers wielding her Anelaces, Morpheus and Phobetor. Nightmare Blades Sapphire's two daggers, Morpheus and Phobator, there names meaning Sleep and Nightmare respectively. Each disassembles itself into a two inch by two inch black metal boxes that clipped into leather bands that Sapphire is always wearing. The daggers are impact activated meaning they will transforming out of storage mode when any amount of serious impact force is applied to them. The assembled form will pop out with just enough force to get the handles into Sapphire's hands. Her favored method of drawing them is clapping her wrists together and having them shoot up into her hands. Morpheus and Phobetor are specially designed. Apart from there special method of deployment both knives have a dust powered rocket mechanism in the pommel allowing Sapphire to increase the speed of her strikes or alter her momentum. There is also a dust cartridge slot right bellow the cross guard that will have a variety of effects based on the type of dust used. Fire cartridges will super heat the blades making it easier to pierce or sometime outright melt armor. Electricity rounds will electrify the blade making contact deadly. The blades on both knives retract, in this form Sapphire can clip the hilts onto her combat boots. In this manner she can use the rockets as a propulsion system. Semblance: Selective Sight Sapphire has the ability to vanish into the background. It is not invisibility exactly; a better way to describe it would be that she is able to slip from the notice of others. Not invisible just unnoticed. It is most effective in darker settings and will not work if someone is expecting to see her. For instance if she is having a conversation with someone she can't simply disappear but if she is being chased and she gets out of eyesight of her pursuers she could slip from their perception leaving them rather confused. It is not always a conscious effort on her part and sometimes may simply happen when she is nervous or stressed out. The illusion only works as long as she stays inconspicuous. So if she starts to speak or does something that draws attention the illusion would be shattered. Because of this, it often gives people the impression that she appears from nowhere when she joins in a conversation. With concentration and effort Sapphire is able to use a burst of aura to apply this ability to others close by. When this ability is in use Sapphire's perception of the world becomes slightly unfocused as if she is viewing the world through a lens. It is not so bad that she can't run but important details may slip past her notice. Personality: Sapphire is the daughter of a famous hunter named Janus Rode who has trained her since she was very young. People often question her about her family but it is not something she likes to talk about much. She had an older brother who ran away from home some ten years previously. Her mother died in childbirth. She also has two sisters, one older, one younger but neither of them received the training necessary to enter Beacon. Sapphire is very closed off, she doesn't talk about herself and if asked will deflect the questions without giving any real answers. Sapphire often feels very isolated and alone but she is scared to relate to people, to make friends, to let someone into her heart. She is scared that if she does they may not like what they see. This fear she covers with snide remarks and sarcastic comments giving the impression that she doesn't care what people think about her. Despite her cold demeanor she does truly want to help people, she's loyal to those who are loyal to her and she is compassionate though she doesn't often let people see it. Color: Somber Midnight Blue Emblem: Appearance: Has electric blue hair which is not quite apparent in the photo. She's average height at about 5'10". She is built light and agile and is very flexible which is a boon to her fighting style. She has a number of long white scars running over her hands which she uses white silk gloves to cover. She has similar though less noticeable scars on her back. Theme:</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn "ComShops and Horn it is.", Skyra announced. Forcefully she grabbed Ebon and jokingly pulled him behind her for a second or two before releasing him again. "I'd prefer, if we two can do this job quickly and smoothly, so don't keep me waiting." A few yards into the street where Skyra and Ebon were walking through towards the ComShops, Skyra's attitude changed from seemingly bored to death, to extremely attentive and quite a bit less secure than before. Although she was the one in front, after passing the first electronics shop, she dropped back close to Ebon. "Don't laugh, if I tell you, I have a bad feeling right now. Something's wrong and I have no idea what it could be, just... keep your eyes open.", she whispered.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Shiro's reactions amused the faunus to no end. Aside from the drip of anxious perspiration and rather goofy expressions, Shiro's responses communicated themselves on another sensory level to his fellow faunus. The boy could smell his apprehension and wonder, and reveled in the attention gained by his friend and he. Chortling, he pushed himself to his feet. "Uh huh!" He pointed a pudgy finger at a screened glass door set in the Shelter's outer wall. Undoubtedly it had been the portal by which he and his reptilian companion had gained access to the outside, but its drab coloring rendered it very much like the wall to an unobservant eye. As the hunter-in-training continued to speak, the boy appraised him with a somber expression, patiently drinking in all that he had to say. Shiro's mention of being a former patient at the shelter earned him a bemused look, however, but the boy made no comment save for, "Uh, sure, I'll take you." The mention of Porrige's brothers restored his eager-to-show-off mood. "Yeah they do! I haven't seen the oldest one in a while, but the middle one can grow stuff too! They're kinda pokey..." Contemplating that statement, the boy made his way to the screen door and fumbled at the latch. In a few moments he had it open enough to push open the inner glass door as well. He held the spring-loaded screen door open long enough for Porridge to dart inside. Seemingly forgetting Shiro, the boy slipped in as well, letting the screen swing closed. Inside was a small room with several cabinets and a small refrigerator, evidently where food for the non-animal denizens of the Shelter was stored. A flight of stairs led downward, which the kid and his iguana busied themselves with descending. They ignored a hard-to-notice security camera embedded in one of the room's upper vertices, the one closest to the outside door. Though unknown to any of the beings present, the security feed was not constantly monitored, rather collected and saved in a hard drive for later examination should an event occur. Another door led into the very room in which various scuffling noises masked the presence of Abel and Sapphire, though this too went unacknowledged by the bear faunus and his charge. Abel Fulgurate As he was wiping the remainder of dog saliva from his face, a noise from Abel's pocket announced that his scroll had received a message. A look at Sapphire confirmed that she'd received one too. The guardian perused Shiro's text, finding both validation and a threat of conspiracy. "Faunus," he wondered aloud as he looked at the images. "Pets with semblances. Hmm." "Right..." Though Abel knew it was time to move on, he couldn't help but feel obligated to do something about these pets' condition. He cast an eye about the sad, uncharacteristically sleepy faces, and his frown deepened. A few moments later, he had arrived at the same conclusion that his comrade had: sedation. "Hold up." After glancing around to confirm a lack of security cameras, Abel hefted the Ampere and swung it at the nearest cage. His forged blade sheared easily through the chicken-wire fences, but his self-control prevented any damage to the pens' occupants, effectively freeing the creatures from their confinement. Some of the animals jumped, some looked up, and some merely remained where they lay as their barriers were destroyed, one after another. Abel suspected how foolish his action might have seemed to Sapphire, but just as she appeared to lack any impetus to explain the rationale behind her horrid behavior, Abel did not deem it necessary to tell her why he had forcibly opened the pens. Perhaps the girl was smart enough to figure it out for herself: team SASG was officially tasked with raiding the place, meaning that they were free to exercise their own judgment in approaching the situations they encountered. Aside from giving the pets some breathing room once their and relieving some stress on Abel's part, a little chaos helped ensure that anyone they encountered would be occupied by the animals running around as well. His breathing unaltered by the momentary exercise, Abel barged through the doors and down the stairs. With no other readily usable downward route, trying to avoid security cameras served as a useless endeavor, so he opted instead to rush past them. While he didn't look back, he could hear soft footfalls in his wake, denouncing the presence of Sapphire following him closely. Abel couldn't decide if it was her intent or not to use his large frame as a human shield should they encounter opposition. He reached the bottom of the staircase with no hindrance either seen nor heard, and found himself in a large, pristine hallway. Though the walls gleamed a creamy tan color, the white tile and brilliant lighting gave off every impression of a medical facility. The guardian had just finished a preliminary search of his surroundings, determining them to share the same odd emptiness present in the rest of the facility so far, when a commotion to the right caused him to shrink back in surprise. Not knowing if the room across from the stairs could be entered, he turned to retreat back up the staircase and avoid detection. As he maneuvered past Sapphire, he muttered, "People coming. Should go invisible and follow them." A few moments later a pair of women marched into view. One of them, heavy-set and with red hair tied in a bun, wore a long, pale green coat, and her companion, a tall, tawny-haired, black bear faunus, wore an expensive-looking purple suit jacket, dark pants, and carried a clipboard. From her stiff bearing and obvious confidence, it could be inferred that she held some sort of administrative position. They said nothing at first, just walking with purpose, but as they moved away from the staircase the coated lady murmured, just barely in earshot, "Today's the day we make history then, hey? I can hardly believe it. "</s>	<\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - The Shelter Sapphire wanted to do something to help the animals she really did but at this point she didn't see the wisdom in letting them out. At least half of them were so heavily sedated that even if their cages were opened they'd more than likely continue to lie there. This reasoning was not shared by Abel however who after wiping a large amount of dog slobber from his face used the pointed end of his spear to shear the tops off most of the cages. With the ferocity of the swings Sapphire was shocked that he'd managed to avoid hitting any of the animals imprisoned here. It was needlessly excessive but Sapphire understood why Abel wanted these creatures free. Each one of them was wild and used to open spaces and freedom. Otherwise sedation wouldn't have been necessary, domestic pets while perhaps not happy about being kept in a cage wouldn't cause enough of a fuss to warrant sedatives. Besides should they run into something more than they could handle the animals could serve as a distraction what with the chaos the wakeful ones were making. Sapphire smiled slightly and unlocked a few of the cages allowing the animals that wanted to to run free. When Abel was finished his liberation mission he followed Sapphire's suggestion that they take a look at the lower levels. As they pushed through the doors to the stairwell a cold chill ran up Sapphire's spine. It wasn't anything specific just a very bad feeling that they were descending into something that did not welcome them. It was of course ridiculous, this was a Shelter for animals, whatever was in this place couldn't be more than they could handle and yet despite the fact that it was illogical Sapphire switched her semblance on just before they started down the stairs. It was a good thing too as the area was littered with security cameras. As long as she didn't alter the environment in any significant way even electronic surveillance would be unable to detect her. Sapphire's footfall was near silent, in fact unless someone was listening for her specifically they'd more than likely miss it altogether and that was without her semblance active. They encountered no resistance on the stairs or in the room below. This unsettled Sapphire far more than if the med lab had been full of Atlas Paladin Suits. The emptiness of the facility was far more threatening than any physical form could ever be. Sapphire was about to do a thorough search of the room when they heard sounds. Sapphire didn't shrink away from the room. With her semblance active there was no reason to avoid detection as long as she remained inconspicuous. Abel on the other hand was another story. He slipped past her into the shadows whispering that she should turn invisible and follow the two people that had entered the room. Sapphire smiled slightly, she'd never fully explained her semblance to her team. It seemed all of them were under the impression that her semblance was invisibility. Abel had advised her to use it without realizing that it was already on. He could only see her because he'd been there when she'd activated it and he was expecting her presence. Sapphire walked out into the room staying a good distance behind the man and woman that had marched into the room but within earshot so that nothing of there conversation would be missed. From the little that Sapphire had gleaned so far they were planning something. Making History was very rarely a good thing. The Faunus wars had made history, the great criminals had made history, and the Grimm had made history. Whatever this woman was referring to Sapphire couldn't help but feel that it was not as good a thing as those two seemed to think.</s>
<\|description\|>Sapphire Rode Age: Seventeen Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Shotgun/Polearm Sapphire is skilled in using two sawed off shotguns each about two and a half feet in length. From there the second form is as a sickle, it's like a scythe but more hand held. From the shot guns a bladed folds out on the side of the gun's muzzle. Part of the gun retracts so it can be easily wielded with one hand as melee weapon. In this form it is still capable of firing. For the third form the buts of the guns interlock and two pols extend from both of them creating a grip. The triggers from the shotguns realign themselves so both are easily accessible from the staff's grip. In this form Sapphire's weapon is about six feet long. The blades in this form have three positions, there standard position for cutting from unusual angles, straight out for stabbing and inverted so the blade is parallel to the shaft for side slashes. In all three forms the shotguns are still operable. However Sapphire prefers wielding her Anelaces, Morpheus and Phobetor. Nightmare Blades Sapphire's two daggers, Morpheus and Phobator, there names meaning Sleep and Nightmare respectively. Each disassembles itself into a two inch by two inch black metal boxes that clipped into leather bands that Sapphire is always wearing. The daggers are impact activated meaning they will transforming out of storage mode when any amount of serious impact force is applied to them. The assembled form will pop out with just enough force to get the handles into Sapphire's hands. Her favored method of drawing them is clapping her wrists together and having them shoot up into her hands. Morpheus and Phobetor are specially designed. Apart from there special method of deployment both knives have a dust powered rocket mechanism in the pommel allowing Sapphire to increase the speed of her strikes or alter her momentum. There is also a dust cartridge slot right bellow the cross guard that will have a variety of effects based on the type of dust used. Fire cartridges will super heat the blades making it easier to pierce or sometime outright melt armor. Electricity rounds will electrify the blade making contact deadly. The blades on both knives retract, in this form Sapphire can clip the hilts onto her combat boots. In this manner she can use the rockets as a propulsion system. Semblance: Selective Sight Sapphire has the ability to vanish into the background. It is not invisibility exactly; a better way to describe it would be that she is able to slip from the notice of others. Not invisible just unnoticed. It is most effective in darker settings and will not work if someone is expecting to see her. For instance if she is having a conversation with someone she can't simply disappear but if she is being chased and she gets out of eyesight of her pursuers she could slip from their perception leaving them rather confused. It is not always a conscious effort on her part and sometimes may simply happen when she is nervous or stressed out. The illusion only works as long as she stays inconspicuous. So if she starts to speak or does something that draws attention the illusion would be shattered. Because of this, it often gives people the impression that she appears from nowhere when she joins in a conversation. With concentration and effort Sapphire is able to use a burst of aura to apply this ability to others close by. When this ability is in use Sapphire's perception of the world becomes slightly unfocused as if she is viewing the world through a lens. It is not so bad that she can't run but important details may slip past her notice. Personality: Sapphire is the daughter of a famous hunter named Janus Rode who has trained her since she was very young. People often question her about her family but it is not something she likes to talk about much. She had an older brother who ran away from home some ten years previously. Her mother died in childbirth. She also has two sisters, one older, one younger but neither of them received the training necessary to enter Beacon. Sapphire is very closed off, she doesn't talk about herself and if asked will deflect the questions without giving any real answers. Sapphire often feels very isolated and alone but she is scared to relate to people, to make friends, to let someone into her heart. She is scared that if she does they may not like what they see. This fear she covers with snide remarks and sarcastic comments giving the impression that she doesn't care what people think about her. Despite her cold demeanor she does truly want to help people, she's loyal to those who are loyal to her and she is compassionate though she doesn't often let people see it. Color: Somber Midnight Blue Emblem: Appearance: Has electric blue hair which is not quite apparent in the photo. She's average height at about 5'10". She is built light and agile and is very flexible which is a boon to her fighting style. She has a number of long white scars running over her hands which she uses white silk gloves to cover. She has similar though less noticeable scars on her back. Theme:</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Ciel - Rabbit on the hunt? Ciel stood back as quickly slipped into another empty room it wouldn't really do good to get caught when they were trying to keep quiet and sneak into a room. She spied a flash which she assumed was Jack a little bit ahead so she knew that he spotted the room as well. With the room spotted and Mokuren gathering the guards to her it should be safe to sneak in she assumed. She gripped the strap of her bag hopefully she wouldn't have to use it much this time. Still with how tense situations are it was comforting to have the familiar weight in her hand. She secretly prayed that her other team mates was safe as she opened the door to the empty room she was a crack. Best to have it easy to open when she charged for the backroom when the coast was clear.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Marcus Goldstein - Convoy Escort It was almost the perfect situation for a 'too quiet' joke. Marcus mentally pulled up the map and marked the position of the blockade. The shutters over the turret cameras mimicked the frown on his face. While he could blow the obstacle up he preferred to keep the gun loaded for the ambush. On top of that aside from the quartz deposits the terrain was flat and mostly even. Not much worse than the sandy tracks they'd driven on for the past quarter of an hour. "Affirmative lead. Proceed off-road and go around the obstacle, in as wide an arc as you can manage." he replied tersely. Something was up with the rock, he knew that much. It was the weird antholes in it that really grabbed his attention. Combined with the audio recording he suspected some weird form of mutant wasp was responsible for it all. For his own peace of mind if nothing else, he kept the gun trained on the rock formation at all times. "Do those holes ring bells with anyone?" he asked.</s>	<\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - The Shelter As Sapphire followed the Shelter people in stealth mode she lost track of Abel somewhere along the way. He could take care of himself. In the meantime Sapphire had some information to gather. Seconds later she received several texts in rapid succession. The first was from Shiro. It noted that the bear faunus was helping and that he was destroying security cameras as he found them. Sapphire texted back rapidly. Moments after this message was sent Sapphire received another, Gren confirming what Shiro had reported and though it didn't state it explicitly also hinting that he'd stopped Shiro was axing all the cameras her found. Good, at least Gren was able to keep the tiger on a least. A couple minutes after that Gren sent another message reporting that he'd disabled most of the cameras but some ran where running on a separate feed that he was unable to access. That was one problem solved. While Sapphire had been reviewing reports the two people she'd been following had almost gotten out of sight. She rushed to catch up with them making sure to avoid any loud noises that would render her semblance void. The two people split up at a door marked operating room and while Sapphire would have liked to find out where the administrator was going, seeing the true purpose of this 'Shelter' was more important. That purpose would become clear in this operating room. Inside what Sapphire saw was ghastly. Including the new arrival three doctors were bustling around the lab, they seemed to be in the middle of some sort of experiment based around a coyote faunus girl. The girl looked nervous and even after receiving encouragement from the doctors continued to fidget slightly. The girl glanced in Sapphire's direction and though she was sure that the coyote couldn't see her Sapphire was startled at the yellow and black of her eyes. The girl also had a word tattooed under her left eye. Sapphire couldn't quite make it out and didn't want to move in for a closer look in case she got in the path of one of the doctors and her spell shattered. Looking at the way this place was set up a horrible horrible thought occurred to Sapphire about what this place was truly for. Animals with developed and controllable semblances and unimaginably powerful auras, faunus here for some mysterious ailment, the doctors claim that they were going to make history. Could it be that...? No, no of course not. No one in a thousand years would attempt something so vile. Yet the thought stuck with her until Sapphire had to share it with the others. She had no direct proof but it seemed as though it would explain a lot of what was going on here. If she reported to the others they could ask some questions and find out fast if it was actually true. Her message complete Sapphire looked back at the operating table and drew her shot guns assembling them into her polearm. She was ready to intervene should this experiment show any signs of hurting the faunus girl.</s>
<\|description\|>Sapphire Rode Age: Seventeen Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Shotgun/Polearm Sapphire is skilled in using two sawed off shotguns each about two and a half feet in length. From there the second form is as a sickle, it's like a scythe but more hand held. From the shot guns a bladed folds out on the side of the gun's muzzle. Part of the gun retracts so it can be easily wielded with one hand as melee weapon. In this form it is still capable of firing. For the third form the buts of the guns interlock and two pols extend from both of them creating a grip. The triggers from the shotguns realign themselves so both are easily accessible from the staff's grip. In this form Sapphire's weapon is about six feet long. The blades in this form have three positions, there standard position for cutting from unusual angles, straight out for stabbing and inverted so the blade is parallel to the shaft for side slashes. In all three forms the shotguns are still operable. However Sapphire prefers wielding her Anelaces, Morpheus and Phobetor. Nightmare Blades Sapphire's two daggers, Morpheus and Phobator, there names meaning Sleep and Nightmare respectively. Each disassembles itself into a two inch by two inch black metal boxes that clipped into leather bands that Sapphire is always wearing. The daggers are impact activated meaning they will transforming out of storage mode when any amount of serious impact force is applied to them. The assembled form will pop out with just enough force to get the handles into Sapphire's hands. Her favored method of drawing them is clapping her wrists together and having them shoot up into her hands. Morpheus and Phobetor are specially designed. Apart from there special method of deployment both knives have a dust powered rocket mechanism in the pommel allowing Sapphire to increase the speed of her strikes or alter her momentum. There is also a dust cartridge slot right bellow the cross guard that will have a variety of effects based on the type of dust used. Fire cartridges will super heat the blades making it easier to pierce or sometime outright melt armor. Electricity rounds will electrify the blade making contact deadly. The blades on both knives retract, in this form Sapphire can clip the hilts onto her combat boots. In this manner she can use the rockets as a propulsion system. Semblance: Selective Sight Sapphire has the ability to vanish into the background. It is not invisibility exactly; a better way to describe it would be that she is able to slip from the notice of others. Not invisible just unnoticed. It is most effective in darker settings and will not work if someone is expecting to see her. For instance if she is having a conversation with someone she can't simply disappear but if she is being chased and she gets out of eyesight of her pursuers she could slip from their perception leaving them rather confused. It is not always a conscious effort on her part and sometimes may simply happen when she is nervous or stressed out. The illusion only works as long as she stays inconspicuous. So if she starts to speak or does something that draws attention the illusion would be shattered. Because of this, it often gives people the impression that she appears from nowhere when she joins in a conversation. With concentration and effort Sapphire is able to use a burst of aura to apply this ability to others close by. When this ability is in use Sapphire's perception of the world becomes slightly unfocused as if she is viewing the world through a lens. It is not so bad that she can't run but important details may slip past her notice. Personality: Sapphire is the daughter of a famous hunter named Janus Rode who has trained her since she was very young. People often question her about her family but it is not something she likes to talk about much. She had an older brother who ran away from home some ten years previously. Her mother died in childbirth. She also has two sisters, one older, one younger but neither of them received the training necessary to enter Beacon. Sapphire is very closed off, she doesn't talk about herself and if asked will deflect the questions without giving any real answers. Sapphire often feels very isolated and alone but she is scared to relate to people, to make friends, to let someone into her heart. She is scared that if she does they may not like what they see. This fear she covers with snide remarks and sarcastic comments giving the impression that she doesn't care what people think about her. Despite her cold demeanor she does truly want to help people, she's loyal to those who are loyal to her and she is compassionate though she doesn't often let people see it. Color: Somber Midnight Blue Emblem: Appearance: Has electric blue hair which is not quite apparent in the photo. She's average height at about 5'10". She is built light and agile and is very flexible which is a boon to her fighting style. She has a number of long white scars running over her hands which she uses white silk gloves to cover. She has similar though less noticeable scars on her back. Theme:</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Ears drooping, Shiro sighed. Smiling, he scratched the back of his head. "Ah, well I guess we went about this all wrong. I promise that after all this is done, I'll hear your story." His smile vanished as he barked a familiar phrase to Gren. "Gren! Eyes on me!" Forcibly exhaling all of his breath out to empty his lungs as much as possible, he then sharply inhaled to fill his chest to capacity with air. With a sudden thunderous roar, the air exploded with the sound of Shiro's activated Semblance, his face flushing red and veins visibly throbbing as he sustained his roar for as long and as loud as he could. [King's Voice] Shiro felt the familiar electric tingle of his Faunus senses sharpening, as would Gren. All other living things in sight or hearing of Shiro would be slammed with the opposite effect, having their senses dulled severely. Gripping his axe, he lifted it and hefted it onto his back, flipping over the two faunus that stood in front of them. "Gren! Incapacitate and restrain them, I'm gonna pursue the runner! Inform Sapphire and Abel of the situation, we'll link up with them once we've gotten these guys to safety!" Barreling out of the same door he saw the deer faunus escape through, but before leaving the room, he stopped. Turning in the doorway to shout back at 'Mauve', he said once again. "Mauve! I'm sorry we have to do this! I can't let you do this to yourself! This isn't something you can easily come back from! We'll take care of you and I'll listen to your story! All of your stories! I promise!" Finished, he shifted his axe back to their sword & shield mode, ripping his sword from the shield. Practically tearing up the ground, he chased after 'Coral' the deer faunus and quickly gained on her. Once within range, Shiro leapt into the air and squeezed the trigger hidden in the hilt of his sword. With a loud bang! he fired off a Dust Shotshell and propelled himself through the air. Raising his shield arm, he aimed to bring the face of the shield down on her to quickly knock her out and stun her.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid Gren would have sighed, but he supposed intimidation wasn't really going to be something that would work. These faunas have lived most of their lives intimidated by others, so being scared by him was their only, and perhaps last, act of defiance. Looking at Shiro when he told Gren to do so, the tiger faunas roared as loudly as he could. This made Gren sigh and tried to remind Shiro of something only by mouthing the words. "Subtly?" But what was done was done. Shiro ran off to get the fauna who ran for it, leaving Gren to handle the others. Easy. Using his Semblance he forced the friction of their feet to be immensely strong, preventing them from being able to left their legs and run. Only Shiro was spared this as Gren casually walked over to each of the Faunas, his armored helmet covering his face again. When Shiro was gone, he spoke his mind about the situation. "I won't argue that what you want is wrong. It's a valid desire... But consider this. If you could chose to be human, what stops others from saying that all faunas should be human? They would now have the means to make it so. You think the humans are bad enough, those who can't stand to live with us. But just imagine what would happen if they suddenly had a choice to be able to change us simply by bullying and threatening. It's a shame that you're so willing to fight for this cause, here and now. We could have used someone with your passion. But you're my enemy now." Putting the God Eater on his back, Gren went over to Mauve and Deneb. His hands shot and closed around each of their necks as he began to asphyxiate them. In his mind, he started to calculate how long he should hold each one of them to ensure that they would fall unconscious with minimal brain damage. Something he had a lot of practice doing. When those two stopped moving Gren dropped them, allowing his Semblance to keep them pinned to the ground. Than he moved onto the other faunas, who had to watch as he began to choke the consciousness out of each and every faunas. Some tried to fight, but no matter where they hit they wouldn't even cause Gren to tickle. When he came to the last faunas, Gren revealed something else about himself. "You may think I'm a monster. That is true. I chose to give up being a faunas too. I made the decision to try to change myself because I felt it was what I wanted... And I regret what I've lost. I'm not going to let you all make the same mistake." And like all the others, Gren choked out the last faunas, letting his body fall to the floor once he was properly unconscious. With a sad sigh, Gren than went about binding their limbs with whatever sort of cloth he could use as rope. It was a good thing his team members weren't here. He didn't want to show them this side of him. He liked to think he was still a nice guy who just sort of does bad things.</s>	<\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - The Shelter Several more doctors entered the room and Sapphire maneuvered around them easily not wanting to draw any attention just yet. Sapphire wanted to see how this would play out. She'd been hoping that they doctors might talk about the procedure or go over it with the patient and assure them the risk was slight. Unfortunately they merely applied a sedative gas. The red haired doctor opened a case full of operating tools. Sapphire's heart froze at the sight of them. Small sterile knives, there blades honed for the purpose of cutting flesh. Other instruments that looked more designed for torture than treatment. Sapphire took in two breaths and breathed out letting the air calm her beating heart. If everything she saw upset her she would never make it as a hunter. She had to learn to shove those feelings aside. At the sight of the needle however Sapphire lost it. Blood, gore, explosions, destruction and even death she could handle with a calm face as long as the situation demanded it but surgical equipment and needles pushed Sapphire's buttons in a very specific fearful area of her brain. Sapphire took two steps forward and grabbed the sides of two of the doctors head who were standing side by side. With all of her might Sapphire slammed there skulls together with a crash. They were unconscious instantly. "Take these two and get out now." Sapphire said and though she spoke in more of a whisper the doctors heard every word. The physicians dropped there equipment and dragged there colleagues from the room. Clearly they were far more used to science, biology and study than they were practical combat for they left without a struggle. Though it was more than likely there were going to get security. After they left Sapphire closed the doors and cracked open one of her shot gun shells that contained fire dust. She poured it over the opening in the door before slamming the two together. Immediately there was a massive blast of light as the fire dust fused the doors together ensure that they would not be interrupted. Sapphire was fairly knowledgeable when it came to medical remedies and chemicals. She wouldn't be performing open heart surgery anytime soon but she knew how to get someone on there feet. After searching the shelves of the room for a bit she found a vial that was the counter agent to the standard sedatives usually used on faunus. Very gently Sapphire injected the coyote girl's arm with the drug and waited for her to wake. When the girl opened her eyes Sapphire was visibly relieved. "Good you woke up. Can you tell me who you are and why you're here?"</s>
<\|description\|>Sapphire Rode Age: Seventeen Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Shotgun/Polearm Sapphire is skilled in using two sawed off shotguns each about two and a half feet in length. From there the second form is as a sickle, it's like a scythe but more hand held. From the shot guns a bladed folds out on the side of the gun's muzzle. Part of the gun retracts so it can be easily wielded with one hand as melee weapon. In this form it is still capable of firing. For the third form the buts of the guns interlock and two pols extend from both of them creating a grip. The triggers from the shotguns realign themselves so both are easily accessible from the staff's grip. In this form Sapphire's weapon is about six feet long. The blades in this form have three positions, there standard position for cutting from unusual angles, straight out for stabbing and inverted so the blade is parallel to the shaft for side slashes. In all three forms the shotguns are still operable. However Sapphire prefers wielding her Anelaces, Morpheus and Phobetor. Nightmare Blades Sapphire's two daggers, Morpheus and Phobator, there names meaning Sleep and Nightmare respectively. Each disassembles itself into a two inch by two inch black metal boxes that clipped into leather bands that Sapphire is always wearing. The daggers are impact activated meaning they will transforming out of storage mode when any amount of serious impact force is applied to them. The assembled form will pop out with just enough force to get the handles into Sapphire's hands. Her favored method of drawing them is clapping her wrists together and having them shoot up into her hands. Morpheus and Phobetor are specially designed. Apart from there special method of deployment both knives have a dust powered rocket mechanism in the pommel allowing Sapphire to increase the speed of her strikes or alter her momentum. There is also a dust cartridge slot right bellow the cross guard that will have a variety of effects based on the type of dust used. Fire cartridges will super heat the blades making it easier to pierce or sometime outright melt armor. Electricity rounds will electrify the blade making contact deadly. The blades on both knives retract, in this form Sapphire can clip the hilts onto her combat boots. In this manner she can use the rockets as a propulsion system. Semblance: Selective Sight Sapphire has the ability to vanish into the background. It is not invisibility exactly; a better way to describe it would be that she is able to slip from the notice of others. Not invisible just unnoticed. It is most effective in darker settings and will not work if someone is expecting to see her. For instance if she is having a conversation with someone she can't simply disappear but if she is being chased and she gets out of eyesight of her pursuers she could slip from their perception leaving them rather confused. It is not always a conscious effort on her part and sometimes may simply happen when she is nervous or stressed out. The illusion only works as long as she stays inconspicuous. So if she starts to speak or does something that draws attention the illusion would be shattered. Because of this, it often gives people the impression that she appears from nowhere when she joins in a conversation. With concentration and effort Sapphire is able to use a burst of aura to apply this ability to others close by. When this ability is in use Sapphire's perception of the world becomes slightly unfocused as if she is viewing the world through a lens. It is not so bad that she can't run but important details may slip past her notice. Personality: Sapphire is the daughter of a famous hunter named Janus Rode who has trained her since she was very young. People often question her about her family but it is not something she likes to talk about much. She had an older brother who ran away from home some ten years previously. Her mother died in childbirth. She also has two sisters, one older, one younger but neither of them received the training necessary to enter Beacon. Sapphire is very closed off, she doesn't talk about herself and if asked will deflect the questions without giving any real answers. Sapphire often feels very isolated and alone but she is scared to relate to people, to make friends, to let someone into her heart. She is scared that if she does they may not like what they see. This fear she covers with snide remarks and sarcastic comments giving the impression that she doesn't care what people think about her. Despite her cold demeanor she does truly want to help people, she's loyal to those who are loyal to her and she is compassionate though she doesn't often let people see it. Color: Somber Midnight Blue Emblem: Appearance: Has electric blue hair which is not quite apparent in the photo. She's average height at about 5'10". She is built light and agile and is very flexible which is a boon to her fighting style. She has a number of long white scars running over her hands which she uses white silk gloves to cover. She has similar though less noticeable scars on her back. Theme:</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Math class Oswald couldn't help but chuckle at Sapphire's response. "Yeah, they'd probably build monuments to your sacrifice." Grabbing at a pencil, Oswald grimaced and got ready for class to begin. He was dreading every second of the mathematics class. He'd already proven....less than adept at the subject. Ben's chastising went over his head, as he wondered what he would spend that evening doing. Without an evening class, he had a bit of free time on his hands, and he was wondering what it would be best spent on. Suddenly, he felt something his his head. Reaching up to grab it, Oswald perked an eyebrow when he saw that it was a paper airplane. Unfolding it and reading Diamond's note, he frowned before writing a response and launching it her way. For now, we have to deal with it. Hopefully he'll prove to be less....emotionally fragile than he seems. Fighting for your life tends to bring out a different side to some people.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Mathematics Finally, it seemed as she had made it to the questions that were slightly more challenging than previous ones. She had been finding it utterly droll engaging in such repetitive pen strokes and finding no fulfilment in them. Gratia ... enjoyed the struggle. It was obvious that she would arise triumphant, but she hated a lack of challenge. >If f(x) = (4x^4 - 12x^2)/3x then f'(x) equals ... And .... it was another simple question. Why did she even bother? f(x) =(4/3)x^3 - 4x f'(x) =4x^2 - 4 >>Find the stationary points of f(x) f'(x) =4x^2 - 4 =4(x^2 - 1) =4(x+1)(x-1) 0 =4(x+1)(x-1) ∴x=-1, x=1 f(-1) =(4(-1)^4 - 12(-1)^2)/3(-1) =(4 - 12)/-3 =-8/-3 =8/3 ∴(-1, 8/3) f(1) =(4(1)^4 - 12(1)^2)/3(1) =(4 - 12)/3 =-8/3 ∴(1, -8/3) It would likely be a wise decision for her to progress onwards to chain, quotient and product rules.</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Bing bong, bing bong, Combat was over. Mokuren smiled at Skyra, and then fled with great haste from the hall, the conversation deviating to a point she really would rather keep buried in a pitch ditch, and occasionally stab with a pitchfork of fire and Noble Man-Eater Bugs. Fleeing was a much better open, one she did with great gusto, not really paying attention to what class was next, until she had arrived, taken a seat, and opened a text book. She then read the first page, and got a few questions. Mokuren stared at the page for quite some time, and then casually drew Sarasagi and started hacking the book into paper-y chunks with the sharp end. "Die foul spawn of all that is evil!"</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Lauren Negasi Lauren had dropped out of the argument after Gratia's eye-poppingly hateful [and soon-to-be-viral, thanks to handy Scrollwork on the boxer's part] rant at her teammate had taken BASL and Luke by storm. Now she was sitting quietly between Ben and Amy, trying not to nod off as the chatter around her faded into a dull buzz. For all she knew, it was 4 in the morning, she was zoning so hard. Only a tap on the shoulder kept her from closing her eyes and resting her chin on her chest in peace. When she opened them, Ben had placed a couple sheets of paper and a pencil atop her desk. About to turn and insist defensively that she didn't need the prompting to jot down dumb formulas, she caught sight of Schwarz, who nodded understandingly at Shiro. That made much more sense. Tearing off a sheet of her own paper, she pushed the note taking supplies with the tips of her fingers down to Shiro with a grin.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz--Math Satisfied that the apparent pariah of a faunus was duly taken care of, he turned back to Jack, who in a very Jack-ish manner had plopped into the seat on the other side of him without his notice. This, unfortunately, diverted his attention away from Napoli, the fencer's comment falling on deaf ears as a victim of nothing more than circumstance. "Oh, hey. Not really, but I've heard some horror stories. Was more about everyone leaping down eachother's throats just now. Bad vibes, y'know?" Flipping his pencil idly around his thumb, he waited for class to start proper. "If anything, Math's probably the only thing I'm close to good at. Certainly better than fighting." he said, with a slightly embarrassed smile. "So I'm hoping this ends up being one of the few I can hold my own in." Not aiming for the top, by any means. That was begging to crash and burn into a disappointed heap. ...But I should at least do better than destroying my textbook. Try as he might, he still had real trouble getting Mokuren. The fox faunus was not only an enigma, at times she almost seemed to be actively trying to confuse those around her. Only time, he supposed, would tell him her secrets. "Hey, uh, Mokuren?" he called over to the fox faunus in a decidedly diplomatic tone "That's not evil Grimm Runes or anything. It's just a math textbook." It can't hurt you. Physically, anyway.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Kuze Math class was something she was ok with while not the best she did decent enough all things considered. Plus one thing that remains for certain was it would be a haven for her now after the combat class went the way it did. She was never one to hate someone but at times Professor Goodwich really came close a good strategist knows when they been beaten. For Oum's sake it was practically a given she would lose with her own style of fighting compared to Gratia's and her semblance. Shaking her thoughts she decided to focus back on her math something to distract her mind with rather than the obviously unbending even though wrong judgment of Goodwich. Letting her mind fall back and try to figure out the numbers she let out a quiet sigh and muttered under the breath "one of the best or not she obviously has no idea on how stupid it would be to continue a figt that one would lose anyway."</s>	<\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Math Class Sapphire smiled at Oswald's comment before Ben tried to get her attention with his middle finger. Nothing that he said really bothered her all that much. As he spoke she gave him a silent and scathing look before returning to her books. In fact that only thing that had really annoyed her about his rant was the fact that he'd called her 'Gemstone'. Saph she didn't exactly like but didn't mind, Saphy she could barely tolerate, Blue she could easily ignore but Gemstone? That was just insulting. Ignoring that and what Napoli said about sticking his fight out the the end, (there had barely been a fight, he'd just stood there and won cause of a misplaced swing and some bad aura levels, it hadn't lasted longer than two minutes) Sapphire pulled out a sheet of loose leaf paper and began to sketch. She'd had a rough idea for this over the weekend but flushing out exactly how it was supposed to work took time and a fair amount of loose sheets of paper. The device she was trying to create was meant to be worn on the hands and feet. When it was on it would emit a tripolymer that would form around any object no matter the shape. The central area of the polymer would then recede creating a vacuum between the device and the surface it was touching. The practical upshot of which was that it would allow anyone to stick to any surface at a seconds notice and detach again as needed. Because it was a vacuum that kept the device in place it could handle almost any weight. It was meant to aid Sapphire in her acrobatic maneuvers and give her more options in battle on any kind of terrain. Now that she thought about it the device might also be able to act as climbing gear. She'd look into it further when she got a prototype made. As Sapphire was going through this in her head Mokuren started to hack up her book. Sapphire wasn't exactly sure what was up with that girl. Not that they'd have much contact but from the little she'd seen of the fox faunus in classes it seemed that either she was mentally handicapped, had some form of brain damage, or just wanted everyone to think that she did. Every time Sapphire saw Mokuren do something strange she wasn't exactly sure which of the three it was. Surely someone with psychological damage wouldn't be admitted to Beacon. Maybe it had happened since she'd been accepted. Perhaps she'd gotten her head knocked around during the first mission last Friday. Who could say for sure. Sapphire looked up from her drawing and turned to face Mokuren. "You know you have to pay to replace those and textbooks cost like 7000 Lien."</s>
<\|description\|>Sapphire Rode Age: Seventeen Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Shotgun/Polearm Sapphire is skilled in using two sawed off shotguns each about two and a half feet in length. From there the second form is as a sickle, it's like a scythe but more hand held. From the shot guns a bladed folds out on the side of the gun's muzzle. Part of the gun retracts so it can be easily wielded with one hand as melee weapon. In this form it is still capable of firing. For the third form the buts of the guns interlock and two pols extend from both of them creating a grip. The triggers from the shotguns realign themselves so both are easily accessible from the staff's grip. In this form Sapphire's weapon is about six feet long. The blades in this form have three positions, there standard position for cutting from unusual angles, straight out for stabbing and inverted so the blade is parallel to the shaft for side slashes. In all three forms the shotguns are still operable. However Sapphire prefers wielding her Anelaces, Morpheus and Phobetor. Nightmare Blades Sapphire's two daggers, Morpheus and Phobator, there names meaning Sleep and Nightmare respectively. Each disassembles itself into a two inch by two inch black metal boxes that clipped into leather bands that Sapphire is always wearing. The daggers are impact activated meaning they will transforming out of storage mode when any amount of serious impact force is applied to them. The assembled form will pop out with just enough force to get the handles into Sapphire's hands. Her favored method of drawing them is clapping her wrists together and having them shoot up into her hands. Morpheus and Phobetor are specially designed. Apart from there special method of deployment both knives have a dust powered rocket mechanism in the pommel allowing Sapphire to increase the speed of her strikes or alter her momentum. There is also a dust cartridge slot right bellow the cross guard that will have a variety of effects based on the type of dust used. Fire cartridges will super heat the blades making it easier to pierce or sometime outright melt armor. Electricity rounds will electrify the blade making contact deadly. The blades on both knives retract, in this form Sapphire can clip the hilts onto her combat boots. In this manner she can use the rockets as a propulsion system. Semblance: Selective Sight Sapphire has the ability to vanish into the background. It is not invisibility exactly; a better way to describe it would be that she is able to slip from the notice of others. Not invisible just unnoticed. It is most effective in darker settings and will not work if someone is expecting to see her. For instance if she is having a conversation with someone she can't simply disappear but if she is being chased and she gets out of eyesight of her pursuers she could slip from their perception leaving them rather confused. It is not always a conscious effort on her part and sometimes may simply happen when she is nervous or stressed out. The illusion only works as long as she stays inconspicuous. So if she starts to speak or does something that draws attention the illusion would be shattered. Because of this, it often gives people the impression that she appears from nowhere when she joins in a conversation. With concentration and effort Sapphire is able to use a burst of aura to apply this ability to others close by. When this ability is in use Sapphire's perception of the world becomes slightly unfocused as if she is viewing the world through a lens. It is not so bad that she can't run but important details may slip past her notice. Personality: Sapphire is the daughter of a famous hunter named Janus Rode who has trained her since she was very young. People often question her about her family but it is not something she likes to talk about much. She had an older brother who ran away from home some ten years previously. Her mother died in childbirth. She also has two sisters, one older, one younger but neither of them received the training necessary to enter Beacon. Sapphire is very closed off, she doesn't talk about herself and if asked will deflect the questions without giving any real answers. Sapphire often feels very isolated and alone but she is scared to relate to people, to make friends, to let someone into her heart. She is scared that if she does they may not like what they see. This fear she covers with snide remarks and sarcastic comments giving the impression that she doesn't care what people think about her. Despite her cold demeanor she does truly want to help people, she's loyal to those who are loyal to her and she is compassionate though she doesn't often let people see it. Color: Somber Midnight Blue Emblem: Appearance: Has electric blue hair which is not quite apparent in the photo. She's average height at about 5'10". She is built light and agile and is very flexible which is a boon to her fighting style. She has a number of long white scars running over her hands which she uses white silk gloves to cover. She has similar though less noticeable scars on her back. Theme:</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Lauren Negasi Lauren laughed brightly. "Man, you guys and your fancy arsenals. Sangue has an entire claw machine for an arm, you have Unchained Fury, and I got waay-hay-hayyyyyy too familiar with Ben's tonfas this morning. All I came here with were the clothes on my back, a candy store in my suitcase, and a big freaking axe. I just signed up for the class to see if I could learn more about some of the bigger, badder weapons. How to handle them if I swipe one, how to acquit myself around one...and hey, don't know if I'll ever need an upgrade, but knowing how to fix you guys up in a pinch can't hurt, either." The dark-skinned girl found herself spacing out for a second, and let out a low, content sigh. "Ohhh, crap. I think the Ibuprofen just kicked in. Wake me up if I doze, will ya, babe?"</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Lunch > Armory Class Shiro had his usual smile on as he walked at a surprisingly normal pace to his next class. He was humming randomly, no particular tune in mind. Excited to spend another night on the town after classes with friends and future friends-to-be. Unfortunately, he had other things in mind. A prior planned arrangement, if you would. Opening up his Scroll, he added some personal reminder notes. First thing was first, he had to take care of his equipment before he could allow himself to have a little fun. His weapons had sustained a bit of damage to them in his spar with Luke. At the time, Shiro didn't detect any significant damage to the metal of Kladenets. But, he worried that upon closer inspection the geisteel/siderite alloy may have been gouged. If not, then all the better. At the very least, the protective coating on the blade was sheared off by Luke's unique drill weapons. The process to restore the coating would take some hours, half of which he could accomplish in Armory if the teacher had nothing else in mind. The other half would have to be done right after classes let out. Frowning, a little sad that his precious sword was nicked and marred, he absently shrugged. Ah, well. He'd have to get used to the upkeep of his battle rattle, especially once his team took on more missions. More future sparring matches and there was always the Vytal Festival. He couldn't realistically expect his gear to remain in pristine, sparkling condition. He would have to work hard to keep them that way, himself. Ears twitching, he couldn't remember if Gren had extended the invitation to everyone or just a select few. But, knowing him he probably would say "The more, the merrier!" which was all fine to Shiro. Shooting a text to Sepia, he decided to personally invite her. Smiling a little wider, Shiro locked his Scroll and pocketed it. Half-way to Armory Class, he ran through the processes of recoating his weapons. Quietly muttering to himself. "First, I'll have to disassemble Kladenets as I'll only need to recoat part of it. Secondly, soak the part in a degreasing solution for about 10-15 minutes. Third, I'll have to sandblast the old coating off... What PSI and grit was it again? Agh, I'll have to look that up. Shoot, what was the time length for gassing it out?" He sighed. "I guess when I get to the 'Gas Out' phase I'll have to save that for after classes let out.." Shiro continued to softly murmur to himself, strolling his merry way to Armory. Mind a clutter as he focused his energy and attention to remembering exactly how was it that he applied the protective coating to his weapons. It had been some time since he last did it. Not often that you have someone take a literal drill to your equipment.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane: Beginning Class Lunch was over already? Krysthane let out a sigh of disappointment as Abel left and everyone else scattered. They hadn't even gotten a chance to talk about anything. Grabbing her sandwich she quickly munched it down as she made her way to Armory. Krysthane stood in a corner and looked at her scroll, checking the class rooster. It looked like Ebon and Skyra had the class with her but Sepia had some other class. Looking around seeing none of her team mates here yet and deciding she didn't want to sit by herself she noticed someone vaguely familiar figure wearing dark colors and built like a football player she checked the roster again. As she thought Oswald Connoly, a team captain. Krysthane sat next to him somewhat loudly, hopefully drawing his attention and said cheerily, "Hey you're Oswald, leader of team CODE right? I'm Krysthane, leader of team KESS." Then she offered her hand for a shake. "I figure us team leaders should know each other in case we have to work together sometime, mind if I sit by you for today?"</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Lunch ==> Armory Sapphire packed up her things quickly and succinctly looking forward to her next class. Sapphire might not have been a terrible engineer but she did lack her mother's skill with numbers and calculations. As a polymath Melanie had almost been born to the work of an engineer. Sapphire could only aspire to be that good. The schematic she'd been working on all day was tucked into her school books. As far as she could tell the principles the device operated on was sound. But Sapphire's experience with actual forging was somewhat limited. Working from a tested and proved schematic wouldn't be difficult, it was simply a matter of following the instructions but if something went wrong with her invention Sapphire wasn't confident that she had the skills to determine the source of the problem and repair it. That was the reason she was taking armory class. Being able to adapt was the most important skill a hunter could have whether it be out in the field or simply working a piece of metal. Sapphire thought this through as she walked towards armory class. She resolved to go over her figures and proposed materials before attempting to create a prototype. It was safer to have all the theoretical safely in order before moving on to the practical. As she walked though the hall Sapphire spotted a white head of fur and the memories of the pills she'd found in Shiro's name came flooding back. She needed to talk to him about that. It could very well turn out to be nothing but if she was going to be on the same team as Shiro she needed to be sure of his competency. "Kuhaku!" Sapphire shouted over the crowd. She weaved through people to catch up to her teammate. When she'd gotten close she grabbed him by the arm and pushed him out the throng of people and into one of the unused classrooms in the hall. Sapphire flipped the lights on throwing the formerly darkened room into sharp relief. "Kuhaku, we need to talk. I'm going to guess you can imagine what this is able."</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Being Manhandled Shiro sighed, his ears drooping. He didn't want the process of doing maintenance eat up all of his time and prevent him from spending time with friends. One thing was certain, he would be running a little late afterwards. Come to think of it, did Gren specify a time? "Aww, man. The curing process alone would take-" His ears perked up, hearing a familiar voice call out to him. Whirling around, he blinked when he recognized the face of his team leader. But, why was she calling out his name? Tilting his head, he blinked again. Was he seeing things or.. "Sapphire? What-" She swiftly snaked her way through the other students on their way to class and managed to grab his arm in a particularly sensitive spot. Causing him to wince, sucking air in through his teeth. "Ow! Hey, what are you-!" Before he knew it, he was practically shoved backwards. Tripping over his own feet, he fell and rolled clumsily into a vacant room. Standing up as Sapphire closed the door and cut on the lights, he held a hand to his head. One eye shut in slight annoying pain. Irritated, he sharply questioned her. "Oi, what gives?" His aggravation with her died when he heard the serious tone in her voice. Whatever it was, apparently it was important and critical enough to risk being late to class. When she mentioned the need to talk, he already half knew what she wanted to talk about but he didn't want to let her know that. Ears slightly drooping, he rubbed the back of his head as his eyes flitted to and fro. Unable to maintain eye contact, he feigned blissful ignorance. "U-uh...No? I don't think I do know what this is about. Buut...can't it wait until after classes or something? We're going to be late and I hate being late, soo...Tootles!..." Nonchalantly walking past his leader, he reached for the door and was just about to open it.</s>	<\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Empty Classroom Sapphire rolled her eyes. Shiro truly was a terrible liar. What would happen if he ever needed to bluff an enemy. His eyes were darting about unable to look directly into hers, he looked nervous and he was breathing slightly faster than was normal. Then again she supposed that's what he had a team for. Herself, and Gren were fairly adept at deception, she figured Abel was too honorable even if it became necessary. As Shiro tried to stroll nonchalantly past her Sapphire pulled one of her daggers out of its scabbard and threw it at the door impaling the wood less than an inch from Shiro's ear. "Don't try to blow me off furball. I have some questions which I'm sure you are more than capable of guessing and I'll have the answers before I consent to go out into the field with you again. Not get back over here." Sapphire said her voice as sharp as glass. "I want to know about this." Sapphire said pulling out her scroll and queuing up the photo she'd taken of the prescription on the side of the pills bottle.</s>
<\|description\|>Sapphire Rode Age: Seventeen Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Shotgun/Polearm Sapphire is skilled in using two sawed off shotguns each about two and a half feet in length. From there the second form is as a sickle, it's like a scythe but more hand held. From the shot guns a bladed folds out on the side of the gun's muzzle. Part of the gun retracts so it can be easily wielded with one hand as melee weapon. In this form it is still capable of firing. For the third form the buts of the guns interlock and two pols extend from both of them creating a grip. The triggers from the shotguns realign themselves so both are easily accessible from the staff's grip. In this form Sapphire's weapon is about six feet long. The blades in this form have three positions, there standard position for cutting from unusual angles, straight out for stabbing and inverted so the blade is parallel to the shaft for side slashes. In all three forms the shotguns are still operable. However Sapphire prefers wielding her Anelaces, Morpheus and Phobetor. Nightmare Blades Sapphire's two daggers, Morpheus and Phobator, there names meaning Sleep and Nightmare respectively. Each disassembles itself into a two inch by two inch black metal boxes that clipped into leather bands that Sapphire is always wearing. The daggers are impact activated meaning they will transforming out of storage mode when any amount of serious impact force is applied to them. The assembled form will pop out with just enough force to get the handles into Sapphire's hands. Her favored method of drawing them is clapping her wrists together and having them shoot up into her hands. Morpheus and Phobetor are specially designed. Apart from there special method of deployment both knives have a dust powered rocket mechanism in the pommel allowing Sapphire to increase the speed of her strikes or alter her momentum. There is also a dust cartridge slot right bellow the cross guard that will have a variety of effects based on the type of dust used. Fire cartridges will super heat the blades making it easier to pierce or sometime outright melt armor. Electricity rounds will electrify the blade making contact deadly. The blades on both knives retract, in this form Sapphire can clip the hilts onto her combat boots. In this manner she can use the rockets as a propulsion system. Semblance: Selective Sight Sapphire has the ability to vanish into the background. It is not invisibility exactly; a better way to describe it would be that she is able to slip from the notice of others. Not invisible just unnoticed. It is most effective in darker settings and will not work if someone is expecting to see her. For instance if she is having a conversation with someone she can't simply disappear but if she is being chased and she gets out of eyesight of her pursuers she could slip from their perception leaving them rather confused. It is not always a conscious effort on her part and sometimes may simply happen when she is nervous or stressed out. The illusion only works as long as she stays inconspicuous. So if she starts to speak or does something that draws attention the illusion would be shattered. Because of this, it often gives people the impression that she appears from nowhere when she joins in a conversation. With concentration and effort Sapphire is able to use a burst of aura to apply this ability to others close by. When this ability is in use Sapphire's perception of the world becomes slightly unfocused as if she is viewing the world through a lens. It is not so bad that she can't run but important details may slip past her notice. Personality: Sapphire is the daughter of a famous hunter named Janus Rode who has trained her since she was very young. People often question her about her family but it is not something she likes to talk about much. She had an older brother who ran away from home some ten years previously. Her mother died in childbirth. She also has two sisters, one older, one younger but neither of them received the training necessary to enter Beacon. Sapphire is very closed off, she doesn't talk about herself and if asked will deflect the questions without giving any real answers. Sapphire often feels very isolated and alone but she is scared to relate to people, to make friends, to let someone into her heart. She is scared that if she does they may not like what they see. This fear she covers with snide remarks and sarcastic comments giving the impression that she doesn't care what people think about her. Despite her cold demeanor she does truly want to help people, she's loyal to those who are loyal to her and she is compassionate though she doesn't often let people see it. Color: Somber Midnight Blue Emblem: Appearance: Has electric blue hair which is not quite apparent in the photo. She's average height at about 5'10". She is built light and agile and is very flexible which is a boon to her fighting style. She has a number of long white scars running over her hands which she uses white silk gloves to cover. She has similar though less noticeable scars on her back. Theme:</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Trying to Help "I have Grimm Studies next. Wait, wha-" Robert was just able to get out before being suddenly grabbed by Shiro and rushed out of the room. Whatever it was he and Sapphire were talking about, it was obviously something they, or maybe it was just Shiro, didn't want him to know about. Robert's imagination began to get the better of him as he tried to think of the possibilities. Knowing those two's relationship with each other, he very much doubted they were secretly a couple. The dislike for each other seemed way too realistic and in no way appeared an act, not to mention that wouldn't explain the medication Sapphire was showing to him. So what else could it be? Maybe Shiro's been up to something dangerous... or illegal. Maybe Sapphire found out about it and... Nah, Shiro doesn't seem like the kind of person. Then Sapphire caught up to the two of them, made a few comments, and got her knife back. Robert was actually a bit more reassured now because if Ozpin knew about, as Sapphire stated, then it couldn't really be that bad. As Shiro and Robert reached the door of Grimm Studies thanks to the former's admirable sense of direction, the latter couldn't help but feel the need to tell Shiro something. "Thanks for getting me here, man... Umm, hey, I just want you to know something though... I consider you a good friend, something I've felt to be in a little short supply of. It feels like, whenever I meet someone that I like, something bad always- I'm getting off topic, sorry... What I'm trying to get at is, whatever you were talking about with Sapphire, I'm not going to ask or push for information. It's your business and if you want to keep it that way I understand. As your friend though, I would like to know so I can help. I'm here for ya'. Rain or shine, you say the word and I'll be right by your side ready to fight off whatever it is that's troubling you. Okay? See ya' in Practice, dude." Robert turned toward the door of Professor Port's class and entered the classroom as he gave a wave goodbye toward his buddy. RVGD's leader didn't expect Shiro to tell him the 'big secret', especially right there and then when class was starting soon and the tiger faunas was who knows how far away from his own class, so he would leave and let his words settle.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane: Shake It Off "Oh bloody..." Krysthane let the expletive trail off under her breath. Gawds it was like she wasn't even paying attention. She must've clicked the wrong name on the scroll, stupid super sensitive except when you needed them to be touch screens. Of course even without that she should've remembered the first letter of the team name was the team captain. Bloody. The classroom had filled up pretty quickly so now even if she wanted to leave to cover her embarrassment that weren't any more seats. She laughed a little at Oswald's comment, "Um, well I guess we still get to sit next to each other, I guess you could call me the team meat-shield as well so at least we have something in common." She said hoping that blushing she could feel in her cheeks would just go away. Though you would think it would be Ebon with that huge shield of his. When she turned to face forward Krysthane noticed that someone had snuck into the seat next to her, it looked like they were working on some sort of intensive math problem. Did she have a special assignment from math or something? Or was she working on something with her free time. Maybe should ask about it... nah that would probably just be annoying, the girl looked like she was focusing pretty hard.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Armory Gratia's bored gaze moved away from the front of the classroom, slowly turning before it finally fixed itself upon the student that had dared approach her. Her unblinking eyes watched him, their intensity lowering not a single inch as she studied the other's appearance. A Faunus. That was apparent. Some form of swine, if the features were any indication. Muscular and powerful as well; likely a physical combatant. Her eyes flicked down towards his hands for a second. The calluses supported her hypothesis. And there was a mask in his hands. Gas mask? No, breathing mask. From the manner in which the Faunus had approached her, and the presence of the mask, it was clear that her time was going to be wasted in some way. The Mistral native was not particularly busy, per se (especially when the teacher had yet to fucking arrive), but she much preferred being on her lonesome than deal with her inferiors. This interruption was a minor irritation, but an irritation nonetheless, and so she was rather non-inclined in responding to whatever shit the swine would spout. Probably wanted some help, and unless it was actually worth her while, it was likely to be utterly pointless. She continued watching him, her solemnity unbroken as her gaze continue to bore into the Faunus. The huntress could not care less about whatever the swine wanted from her. But for all that was her slight irritation, she wasn't going to push him away immediately. Chatsworth had yet to arrive, and while this was a time-waster, she still had some fucking time to kill. Her silence was all she would give as acknowledgment. But Gren would have to show that it was fucking worth it.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid From Gratia's resting bitch face, Gren could imagine that she wanted nothing to do with him. Fair enough he supposed, there were always others he could turn towards. He noticed Sapphire enter the class, which actually would be good for him. He wanted to speak to her in private. "If you happen to know how to make a hermetic seal, come find me." And just as quickly as he came, Gren left the girl to go find Sapphire. She sat between Emerald and Krysanthe, two girls who, if memory serves, had some infatuation with Shiro and Abel respectively. Or perhaps it was the other way around? Gren didn't really ask too many questions about the affections of his fellow teammates. "Well, that's one conversation we can bring up." Walking over to his team leader Gren called out to Sapphire. "Hey Sapphire, I got something I could use your help on... Wait..." Gren only got a cursory glace at Sapphire's current blue prints, but they appeared to be calculations about suction force and a rough schematic of a hand-held device. Perhaps a glove? Gren couldn't tell, but he did recognize some of the equations because he used similar one before he started using his Friction Semblance; while his relies mostly on his Semblance now, he's tried looking into mechanical alternatives for himself. The issue however was his weight: he's simply too heavy for conventional suction devices to work without using a lot of energy, and only under the best circumstances. But that was years ago, before he was able to fine tune his semblance. Since then he never really put much thought into it, but perhaps he could look into it for Sapphire. After she helps him of course. "Interesting. Anyways, do you have a moment? I could use some help with this mask."</s>	<\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Armory Class Sapphire had found a number of minor miscalculations. She'd rushed through the process in the initial design because she'd been excited by the idea and how it might influence her fighting style. The mistakes were minor but completely changed the end result. She was glad she'd started checking her work, she didn't want to be falling off walls thirty feet up. Her aura would protect her but that would still be some serious bruises. As she worked Sapphire became aware of Krysanthe looking over her drawing. More than likely attempting to figure out what it was. Sapphire was about to snap at the girl that it was impolite to stare when she heard her name from one row up. It was Gren, he trailed off looking at her schematic. If Gren was half as smart as he acted then he'd more than likely done some research into the forces that his semblance manipulated. The equations that Sapphire was using weren't all together that different from friction manipulation though a bit more refined. He must recognize what she was trying to do. Perhaps she could ask for his assistance. It never hurt to have a second opinion, it was always the simplest mistakes that you overlooked. But that could wait. Gren was asking her to take a look at something in his hand. It was a breathing apparatus. Her first thought was a gas mask but there was no filter. It was more likely designed to operate in environments where oxygen was contaminated or absent. Though Gren wouldn't be bringing it to her if there wasn't something defective or incomplete about it. "What's wrong with it?"</s>
<\|description\|>Sapphire Rode Age: Seventeen Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Shotgun/Polearm Sapphire is skilled in using two sawed off shotguns each about two and a half feet in length. From there the second form is as a sickle, it's like a scythe but more hand held. From the shot guns a bladed folds out on the side of the gun's muzzle. Part of the gun retracts so it can be easily wielded with one hand as melee weapon. In this form it is still capable of firing. For the third form the buts of the guns interlock and two pols extend from both of them creating a grip. The triggers from the shotguns realign themselves so both are easily accessible from the staff's grip. In this form Sapphire's weapon is about six feet long. The blades in this form have three positions, there standard position for cutting from unusual angles, straight out for stabbing and inverted so the blade is parallel to the shaft for side slashes. In all three forms the shotguns are still operable. However Sapphire prefers wielding her Anelaces, Morpheus and Phobetor. Nightmare Blades Sapphire's two daggers, Morpheus and Phobator, there names meaning Sleep and Nightmare respectively. Each disassembles itself into a two inch by two inch black metal boxes that clipped into leather bands that Sapphire is always wearing. The daggers are impact activated meaning they will transforming out of storage mode when any amount of serious impact force is applied to them. The assembled form will pop out with just enough force to get the handles into Sapphire's hands. Her favored method of drawing them is clapping her wrists together and having them shoot up into her hands. Morpheus and Phobetor are specially designed. Apart from there special method of deployment both knives have a dust powered rocket mechanism in the pommel allowing Sapphire to increase the speed of her strikes or alter her momentum. There is also a dust cartridge slot right bellow the cross guard that will have a variety of effects based on the type of dust used. Fire cartridges will super heat the blades making it easier to pierce or sometime outright melt armor. Electricity rounds will electrify the blade making contact deadly. The blades on both knives retract, in this form Sapphire can clip the hilts onto her combat boots. In this manner she can use the rockets as a propulsion system. Semblance: Selective Sight Sapphire has the ability to vanish into the background. It is not invisibility exactly; a better way to describe it would be that she is able to slip from the notice of others. Not invisible just unnoticed. It is most effective in darker settings and will not work if someone is expecting to see her. For instance if she is having a conversation with someone she can't simply disappear but if she is being chased and she gets out of eyesight of her pursuers she could slip from their perception leaving them rather confused. It is not always a conscious effort on her part and sometimes may simply happen when she is nervous or stressed out. The illusion only works as long as she stays inconspicuous. So if she starts to speak or does something that draws attention the illusion would be shattered. Because of this, it often gives people the impression that she appears from nowhere when she joins in a conversation. With concentration and effort Sapphire is able to use a burst of aura to apply this ability to others close by. When this ability is in use Sapphire's perception of the world becomes slightly unfocused as if she is viewing the world through a lens. It is not so bad that she can't run but important details may slip past her notice. Personality: Sapphire is the daughter of a famous hunter named Janus Rode who has trained her since she was very young. People often question her about her family but it is not something she likes to talk about much. She had an older brother who ran away from home some ten years previously. Her mother died in childbirth. She also has two sisters, one older, one younger but neither of them received the training necessary to enter Beacon. Sapphire is very closed off, she doesn't talk about herself and if asked will deflect the questions without giving any real answers. Sapphire often feels very isolated and alone but she is scared to relate to people, to make friends, to let someone into her heart. She is scared that if she does they may not like what they see. This fear she covers with snide remarks and sarcastic comments giving the impression that she doesn't care what people think about her. Despite her cold demeanor she does truly want to help people, she's loyal to those who are loyal to her and she is compassionate though she doesn't often let people see it. Color: Somber Midnight Blue Emblem: Appearance: Has electric blue hair which is not quite apparent in the photo. She's average height at about 5'10". She is built light and agile and is very flexible which is a boon to her fighting style. She has a number of long white scars running over her hands which she uses white silk gloves to cover. She has similar though less noticeable scars on her back. Theme:</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - BASL Dorm The day went on as the time for excitement faded temporarily. Sangue sat still on her bed, reading through a letter she received not too long ago. The Grimm Studies class eventually ended well enough for her to leave without injuries. Although she did help someone out, she came to a realization that she needed to think a bit more wisely before jumping straight into a risky situation. Perhaps listening to her comrades would get her on a very smooth road to improvement. "..." The red-haired woman carefully put the letter away as she lay on her bed, her eyes slightly shut. She ended up wearing a new sarashi because the one she had used earlier became very worn-out.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Benjamin Lloyd (BASL Dorm) Sangue read her letter, Lauren flipped her coin, and Amy was fighting her way through the daze of painkillers. The fourth bed in the room, unlike any of the others, was covered with a chaotic mass of blankets. The mass hadn't been there that morning. It had somehow grown up over the course of the day, coming into existence almost completely unnoticed when no one else had been in the room. A bottle of acetaminophen and a half-empty glass of water stood on the nightstand next to it, but otherwise, the region was completely still. BASL's captain had not been seen for an hour or two, either, but any connection that might have had to the aberrant blanket growth was unexplored. Until, of course, after Lauren's most recent coin flip effort the mass shifted. The entire mound seemed to scoot across the mattress towards the nightstand, slowly and painstakingly. A single appendage slipped its way out of the mound, reached into the nightstand drawer, and rummaged around. As soon as it had laid hand on what it wanted, apparently a small energy drink, it retreated back into the mound. All was, once again, still. Until a few minutes later when Benjamin Lloyd finally poked his head out from the cocoon and blinked slowly, surveying the room. Another blink, and the captain idly brushed a few stray groups of hair back into place. Another, and he set the empty can on his nightstand. He stared at each teammate in turn, then sat up, slowly casting off the remnants of his lair. "S'been a long day." The team captain yawned and stretched. "Whatever we do, and wherever we go, we should make sure there's food. Skipped dinner. Pharmacy might not be bad. Think Amy and I used half the painkillers in the room." "Anyone got any big ideas for the night?"</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorms "So am I free to go, or--" he cautiously began, before cutting off as the door opened behind him. This place was certainly getting crowded... Tilting his head back to look at the stranger, both eyes now uncovered by hair, he examined the arrival. It was yet another girl walking into the room, with brown hair, piercing green eyes, glasses (altogether gave off a pretty cute bookish vibe), and... Er, well... He squinted, hoping it to just be the odd angle his head was at messing with his perception, or something similar. No additional effect. Half-turning in the seat and righting his head once more, he found that the transition from position-to-position was ultimately unhelpful in making sense of what exactly he saw. Green. She's wearing... something green. All that aside, though, he still raised a hand in polite greeting, and favoring the woman with a small, friendly smile. Interrogate me "Uh, Hi there. I'm Luke, from JCML. Miss Mindaro's got me over to ask me a few questions. I take it you're the only member of Vignobility I haven't met yet?" Or was she also the subject of study, this time in regards to fashion statements as opposed to hairstyle? Instead of saying this or even allowing it to show upon his features, though, he kept quiet and respectful for the time being. No matter how weird things may have been upon first glance, he didn't even have a fraction of the story behind it. She could have lost a bet, or something, after all. That experiment theory couldn't be right, anyways, based solely upon the new arrival's demeanor. She wouldn't be acting quite so casual if that were the case. Right? He wasn't the only one who would be perturbed by the thought of the arctic young woman of VGNB conducting experiments in regards to things such as clothes or hair. He couldn't be.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid Another new arrival in the form of Ebon showed up at the gathering. Was he here for the party or other reasons? Gren wasn't certain. When asked for what was going on Gren gave him the short. "Shiro and some others are going to dive into the lake to find some daggers. Want to help?" Gren wasn't certain if Ebon was the type to care about such things. He seemed to be fairly aloof, almost like Sapphire. He just imagined a funny situation were the two were introduced, simply stating their name, glaring at one another, and then leaving. They'd later be found hanging out in aggressive silence. His fantasies aside Gren was debating to himself if he should help as well. Without his rebreather Gren had to admit he wouldn't be able to swim for long, and there was also the matter of the fact that he swims with the grace and speed of a scuttled ship. The best he could do really was perhaps help Shiro back up the cliff if he found the daggers, but who knows how long that would take. Gren still needed to host this party. Turning to Ebon Gren clapped his hands together and bowed his head towards the other hunter. "I'd hate to have to ask you this, but could you please help my friends out? I'm afraid that I can't swim, but I want to make sure they're okay! I'll understand if you don't want to take the risk yourselves, but I'll accept your help in whatever form you can provide it." Though not quite begging yet, Gren felt like the only way he could compensate Shiro for not actively helping himself is sending as many people as he can.</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox "You moron." Scornfully Ebon walked away with his scroll out. A few seconds later a rocket locker came crashing in and Ebon nonchalantly strapped the Kingdom to his arm. "You idiots and your stupid pride. I don't even need to read your minds to know that your egos are the only problems here." The Kingdom opened up and one Midnight Eye and one Claw R-Type flew out. Together they went over the cliff and down into the water. Ebon just stood on the edge focusing his concentration on his two little ships. If he was closer he could send out even more, but if he had to search the entire lake then two was all he could manage. The Midnight Eye would help him spot the daggers or other dangers while it was the Claw's job to actually get the daggers if he finds them. Ebon quickly noted the other swimmers but ignored them. He wasn't close enough to use his telepathy on them as he was having a hard enough time trying to maintain the link between his R-types. "Aren't you suppose to be at a party? Or is everyone a no show?"</s>	<\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Dorms ===> Airdocks Sapphire gave a knowing smile to Abel. "Yeah... my power..." She rather liked the effect it had on other people. She normally didn't explain the intricacies of it's workings to anyone but the knowledge that she could be anywhere and they might not be able to notice her usually unnerved most people. It wasn't exactly the ability to shoot lighting out of the sky but for a girl like Sapphire who preferred keeping to the shadows it was the perfect disguise. It was also rather interesting to see the pretenses that people dropped within themselves when they thought they were alone. Sometimes that was the only time you got a glimpse of the real person. Though what Abel said about Shiro struck a cord with Sapphire. There was one thing that Sapphire could think of that Shiro had lost over the edges of the Beacon cliffs that he could possibly be going through the effort to retrieve. However after her outburst on the airship and her generally rough treatment of him Sapphire didn't see how Shiro could care about her mother's prized work. Besides, the chances of retrieving them in a lake that size which was also no doubt infested with Grimm was ludicrously small. Discounting the possibility that Shiro would be that foolish Sapphire decided that it was time to go. Gren had voiced intentions to throw some sort of night on the town for his friends and anyone else that wished to join. While he hadn't exactly specifically referred to her Sapphire thought she could assume that she was invited. Otherwise she'd simply return to Beacon. Besides a night out on the town might be fun. There was usually something to beat up in the dark nights of Vale. Deciding to done something more casual Sapphire dressed in ripped black jeans with a studded belt, a black tank top that hugged her figure, and black converse hightops. She tied the scabbards of the school daggers onto her forearms and hitched the holsters for her disassembled polearm to her lower back as always not really caring that Abel was in the same room. She went into the bathroom and applied a bit of eyeliner. Just enough to give her that "don't mess with me look" before she left the dorms. Sapphire didn't know exactly where Gren would be but since the party was to take place in Vale she could assume that he would appear at the airdocks sooner or later. She wasn't disappointed either. Gren was waiting a little off the airdocks along with someone who Sapphire thought was named Ebon. She'd never been formally introduced. Sapphire strode up to Gren. "How many people did you expect to show up to this?" she asked wondering how long they might be waiting.</s>
<\|description\|>Sapphire Rode Age: Seventeen Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Shotgun/Polearm Sapphire is skilled in using two sawed off shotguns each about two and a half feet in length. From there the second form is as a sickle, it's like a scythe but more hand held. From the shot guns a bladed folds out on the side of the gun's muzzle. Part of the gun retracts so it can be easily wielded with one hand as melee weapon. In this form it is still capable of firing. For the third form the buts of the guns interlock and two pols extend from both of them creating a grip. The triggers from the shotguns realign themselves so both are easily accessible from the staff's grip. In this form Sapphire's weapon is about six feet long. The blades in this form have three positions, there standard position for cutting from unusual angles, straight out for stabbing and inverted so the blade is parallel to the shaft for side slashes. In all three forms the shotguns are still operable. However Sapphire prefers wielding her Anelaces, Morpheus and Phobetor. Nightmare Blades Sapphire's two daggers, Morpheus and Phobator, there names meaning Sleep and Nightmare respectively. Each disassembles itself into a two inch by two inch black metal boxes that clipped into leather bands that Sapphire is always wearing. The daggers are impact activated meaning they will transforming out of storage mode when any amount of serious impact force is applied to them. The assembled form will pop out with just enough force to get the handles into Sapphire's hands. Her favored method of drawing them is clapping her wrists together and having them shoot up into her hands. Morpheus and Phobetor are specially designed. Apart from there special method of deployment both knives have a dust powered rocket mechanism in the pommel allowing Sapphire to increase the speed of her strikes or alter her momentum. There is also a dust cartridge slot right bellow the cross guard that will have a variety of effects based on the type of dust used. Fire cartridges will super heat the blades making it easier to pierce or sometime outright melt armor. Electricity rounds will electrify the blade making contact deadly. The blades on both knives retract, in this form Sapphire can clip the hilts onto her combat boots. In this manner she can use the rockets as a propulsion system. Semblance: Selective Sight Sapphire has the ability to vanish into the background. It is not invisibility exactly; a better way to describe it would be that she is able to slip from the notice of others. Not invisible just unnoticed. It is most effective in darker settings and will not work if someone is expecting to see her. For instance if she is having a conversation with someone she can't simply disappear but if she is being chased and she gets out of eyesight of her pursuers she could slip from their perception leaving them rather confused. It is not always a conscious effort on her part and sometimes may simply happen when she is nervous or stressed out. The illusion only works as long as she stays inconspicuous. So if she starts to speak or does something that draws attention the illusion would be shattered. Because of this, it often gives people the impression that she appears from nowhere when she joins in a conversation. With concentration and effort Sapphire is able to use a burst of aura to apply this ability to others close by. When this ability is in use Sapphire's perception of the world becomes slightly unfocused as if she is viewing the world through a lens. It is not so bad that she can't run but important details may slip past her notice. Personality: Sapphire is the daughter of a famous hunter named Janus Rode who has trained her since she was very young. People often question her about her family but it is not something she likes to talk about much. She had an older brother who ran away from home some ten years previously. Her mother died in childbirth. She also has two sisters, one older, one younger but neither of them received the training necessary to enter Beacon. Sapphire is very closed off, she doesn't talk about herself and if asked will deflect the questions without giving any real answers. Sapphire often feels very isolated and alone but she is scared to relate to people, to make friends, to let someone into her heart. She is scared that if she does they may not like what they see. This fear she covers with snide remarks and sarcastic comments giving the impression that she doesn't care what people think about her. Despite her cold demeanor she does truly want to help people, she's loyal to those who are loyal to her and she is compassionate though she doesn't often let people see it. Color: Somber Midnight Blue Emblem: Appearance: Has electric blue hair which is not quite apparent in the photo. She's average height at about 5'10". She is built light and agile and is very flexible which is a boon to her fighting style. She has a number of long white scars running over her hands which she uses white silk gloves to cover. She has similar though less noticeable scars on her back. Theme:</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Infirmary As they guy s spoke, Diamond stole the moment and called dibs on the spare burger as emerald seemed to be too preoccupied to make her choice before the thief starved to death. Diamond figured the kittne liked fish, so she would be fine with other sea food. If not, well, a lesson learned to pay attention to her surroundings, especially food bearing ones. Squeezing the sandwich and taking a bite, she let the odor and taste momentarily scramble her senses. As she ate she listened to what Cobalt and Oswald had to say, and found herself disappointed at the lack of fresh ideas. If only it was this easy to get them to see things her way on the actual mission. Perhaps she was being too harsh judging given they were still bedridden and likely a little shaken from the earlier events, but this was important! They had to figure this stuff out or next week it would be even worse. She wasn't entirely free of the two furry eared distractions in the room though, and while one of her ears picked up the important conversation, the other heard something about cookies, reminding ehr of what was left in her bag. Opening the box she filled the room with the smell of chocolate as she piled them up on a plate. Diamond decided to abandon her observation and escalate to an experiment. Picking one up her eyes flashed white ever so slightly as she flown the cookie out and parked it in between the faunus. One cookie. Two cats. Only one can end up hyperglycemic. she thought in a movie trialer voice. She was happy emerald found a distraction for her worries for a while though... and of course Cobalt the ignorant unfeeling iceheart had to call her out on it, earning himself a glare. "I believe Sapphire is the leader of swansong actually. Not that you would be able to get Tigerboy to focus for more than thirty seconds. And I don't want any weapon, I didn't use any since I was twelve. I'll do fine with the implant for now, I did switch my classes around and paid for some extra tutoring so it should be fine. I wouldn't be mad if we picked something easier to do for next week though, or for however long it takes for us to recover and get our act together." she shrugged. @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN @Abillioncats @PyroDash888</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn @floodtalon@Forsythe Skyra flinched a bit when she heard what had happened to Emerald and her team, but she nodded. "Yeah, some in my team also suffered injuries. And we lost a team member as well." She smiled weakly. "Don't worry about it, I think I am over it already now. Or about to be." When blue-hair-dude told her, they were currently in a team-meeting, Skyra turned to him, bowed slightly and apologized. "I am sorry, I did not notice. I'll leave right away... after having a cookie, of course." She grinned at the sole cookie offered to Emerald and her. Two cats, one cookie. Pretty unfair, no? At least Skyra thought so. After a couple dozen seconds of simply staring at said cookie, a devious smile appeared on her face and a slightly sinister giggle escaped her mouth. With a side-glance she eyed the plate full of delicious cookies on the other side of the room. In the blink of a moment, Skyra was gone from her place beside Emerald's bed and basically reappeared dangling from the celing above the cookie plate with a cookie in her mouth pierced by one of her fangs. She dropped back down hands first. Touching down with her hands first, she launched her body backwards until she landed back on her feet. Backflip complete, massive grin, with cookie in her mouth equipped!</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia @Kaithas@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN@Forsythe@floodtalon Emerald was about to say something cheeky in response to Cobalt when a cookie landed between her and Skyra. The gods have answered my prayers! Of course it was then she realized that there was only one cookie, and two of them. She nabbed that cookie faster than one could blink. She liked Skyra but Emerald clearly needed that cookie more! Luckily Skyra had done the smart thing and nabbed a cookie from Diamond's plate. Emerald just grinned as she ate her own cookie. Impressed with Skyra's apparent agility and speed, she clapped. Wait did Skyra say she was gonna leave!? That wouldn't do! "Skyra don't leave after you eat that cookie! If you do I'll probably bite Cobalt..." Emerald devoured the rest of her cookie, before looking at her teammates. "I can multitask I swear! I was totally listening to whatever it was you were saying about team...stuff..."</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung A muscle twitched involuntarily at the corner of Geni's right eye, his mouth forming a rigid grimace. With arms folded tightly across his broad chest he tapped his foot furiously and all the while stared out of the clear window. This fitfully sunny morning would either see the dawn of his new life or snap his dreams in two. After two weeks of sulking and independent study in the form of weapon building, he found himself back at square one, re-restarting his life. After the altercation he sort of instigated on the first day of school, he missed most of the First Quarter, which meant that most of his grades had either dropped or stagnated, and it was most likely the later since he neglected to do any of the word that had been sent home. His Armory class grade was most likely his only real grade actually, if anything, everything else should have been excused. Like hail on a glass pane, the drumming of his fingers was as relentless as it was loud. Each click of the razor sharp knives on the counter he leaned on echoed the tumultuous thudding of his heart beat. Beacon grew larger and larger as his airship grew all the more closer, the hum of its engines his only companion on this Saturday morning. Despite the fact that his actual suspension ended on the following Monday, with permission from administration, he was given an early out to get reacquainted with his surroundings, half a day wasn't enough to do so the first time. With a mechanical whirling and a long 'beep'. Geni was given heed of the ships impending dock. Leaving his place on the dock, and large duffle bag in hand, he began pacing up and down as if determined to wear out a thin trail in the metal. His eyes were large and watery and as he paced he constantly punched one hand into the other. The butterflies in his stomach didn't come from his general 'return to school apprehension', but it was the fear of reintegration and judgement, that had him wondering. It was constantly on his mind, even if he wasn't required to meet or interact with any students today, the possibility of another outburst was always in back of his head. With a second extended 'beep', Geni let the reality of his situation truly sink in, despite his faults and violent past, he had been accepted into one of the most prestigious schools in the world and given a second chance at life, he wouldn't waste it on some idiots opinion. With a deep breath, Geni stepped off the airship and gazed at his school, once again sharing the air with the best Hunters in the world. This led Geni eyes to eventually land on a very recognizable figure, Sapphire. For the first time today, he displayed a genuine smile that showed of his sharp teeth. "Well look who we have here? Fancy meeting you again." Geni mused as he made his way over to her. of Seraphs</s>	<\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Airship Docks As Sapphire walked towards Beacon's airdocks ideas swirled through her head. Images of the various weapons she was currently carrying transforming into one another, adding dust characteristics and all manner of other upgrades. Being from huntsman parents paying for a new set of weapons wasn't exactly a difficult thing to do but she was determined to design and forge them herself. Sapphire's mother Melanie though a huntress by trade had always been passionate about engineering. Her semblance had been what she called Polymathematics, she saw the world as a series of equations, force, trajectory, angle, velocity, distance. While in combat it gave her a greater edge over her opponents but in the drafting room was where she really shined. In the years before her death she'd patented a number of more compact methods of technological folding and the servos and other mechanisms that made it possible. Sapphire had used her mother's work to further her skill in that field and was confident in her ability to create complex transforming weapons. As she arrived at the docks one of the airships was in the process of disembarking its passengers. Among them to Sapphire's surprise was a student she never thought she'd see again: Geni Hung. Admittedly it hadn't been that long since she's last seen Geni, about two weeks, not since the first day of school. She'd been under the impression that he'd been expelled after revealing he was a former member of the White Fang and instigating a fight with a student named Ivan who hadn't exactly taken that news well. She'd looked him up that day after classes but his teammates said he'd been removed from their group and all sign of him had disappeared off the schedule. Sapphire hadn't dug any deeper into the matter than that though, the conclusion to her seemed obvious. Yet here he was two weeks later returning to Beacon with sleek new weapons strapped to his back. He walked up and greeted her causing Sapphire to stop. "Geni Hung," she said, an amused expression on her face "long time no see. I'd thought you'd been expelled after the altercation with Ivan."</s>
<\|description\|>Sapphire Rode Age: Seventeen Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Shotgun/Polearm Sapphire is skilled in using two sawed off shotguns each about two and a half feet in length. From there the second form is as a sickle, it's like a scythe but more hand held. From the shot guns a bladed folds out on the side of the gun's muzzle. Part of the gun retracts so it can be easily wielded with one hand as melee weapon. In this form it is still capable of firing. For the third form the buts of the guns interlock and two pols extend from both of them creating a grip. The triggers from the shotguns realign themselves so both are easily accessible from the staff's grip. In this form Sapphire's weapon is about six feet long. The blades in this form have three positions, there standard position for cutting from unusual angles, straight out for stabbing and inverted so the blade is parallel to the shaft for side slashes. In all three forms the shotguns are still operable. However Sapphire prefers wielding her Anelaces, Morpheus and Phobetor. Nightmare Blades Sapphire's two daggers, Morpheus and Phobator, there names meaning Sleep and Nightmare respectively. Each disassembles itself into a two inch by two inch black metal boxes that clipped into leather bands that Sapphire is always wearing. The daggers are impact activated meaning they will transforming out of storage mode when any amount of serious impact force is applied to them. The assembled form will pop out with just enough force to get the handles into Sapphire's hands. Her favored method of drawing them is clapping her wrists together and having them shoot up into her hands. Morpheus and Phobetor are specially designed. Apart from there special method of deployment both knives have a dust powered rocket mechanism in the pommel allowing Sapphire to increase the speed of her strikes or alter her momentum. There is also a dust cartridge slot right bellow the cross guard that will have a variety of effects based on the type of dust used. Fire cartridges will super heat the blades making it easier to pierce or sometime outright melt armor. Electricity rounds will electrify the blade making contact deadly. The blades on both knives retract, in this form Sapphire can clip the hilts onto her combat boots. In this manner she can use the rockets as a propulsion system. Semblance: Selective Sight Sapphire has the ability to vanish into the background. It is not invisibility exactly; a better way to describe it would be that she is able to slip from the notice of others. Not invisible just unnoticed. It is most effective in darker settings and will not work if someone is expecting to see her. For instance if she is having a conversation with someone she can't simply disappear but if she is being chased and she gets out of eyesight of her pursuers she could slip from their perception leaving them rather confused. It is not always a conscious effort on her part and sometimes may simply happen when she is nervous or stressed out. The illusion only works as long as she stays inconspicuous. So if she starts to speak or does something that draws attention the illusion would be shattered. Because of this, it often gives people the impression that she appears from nowhere when she joins in a conversation. With concentration and effort Sapphire is able to use a burst of aura to apply this ability to others close by. When this ability is in use Sapphire's perception of the world becomes slightly unfocused as if she is viewing the world through a lens. It is not so bad that she can't run but important details may slip past her notice. Personality: Sapphire is the daughter of a famous hunter named Janus Rode who has trained her since she was very young. People often question her about her family but it is not something she likes to talk about much. She had an older brother who ran away from home some ten years previously. Her mother died in childbirth. She also has two sisters, one older, one younger but neither of them received the training necessary to enter Beacon. Sapphire is very closed off, she doesn't talk about herself and if asked will deflect the questions without giving any real answers. Sapphire often feels very isolated and alone but she is scared to relate to people, to make friends, to let someone into her heart. She is scared that if she does they may not like what they see. This fear she covers with snide remarks and sarcastic comments giving the impression that she doesn't care what people think about her. Despite her cold demeanor she does truly want to help people, she's loyal to those who are loyal to her and she is compassionate though she doesn't often let people see it. Color: Somber Midnight Blue Emblem: Appearance: Has electric blue hair which is not quite apparent in the photo. She's average height at about 5'10". She is built light and agile and is very flexible which is a boon to her fighting style. She has a number of long white scars running over her hands which she uses white silk gloves to cover. She has similar though less noticeable scars on her back. Theme:</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro @Sho Minazuki@HereComesTheSnow@Write Gratia Mindaro - Campus Grounds Is he legitimately retarded? The quiet buzzing of her Beacon-provided Scroll, however, distracted Gratia from voicing her thoughts to the brain-addled moron(s?) standing before her. Pulling out the device from a pocket, she dispassionately brought open the messaging application with a tap of a pale finger, flicking through to the newest message. As expected, it was from Nuit; nobody else would have made use of a group chat to contact her. Reading over the text, she decided that she would provide a response later. There was business she needed to address with the Faunus in person. Right now she needed to meet up with her parents. They must have arrived by now. "Galla, take this, she said, handing over a notebook and a pen to her younger sister. "Record any correlation between emotional state and hair motion." Galla, true to form, did not question the directive, merely nodding in the affirmative. With that, the elder Mindaro immediately handed a folded map (with annotations) to the more excitable-looking of Luke's sisters before walking off. As much as she wanted to make sense of his shitty hair (which appeared to, for a reason only the Lord could have fucking known, run in the family), finding her parents was a greater priority. They were likely following the directions given on the map she had sent, and if she knew them as well as she thought they did ... They were probably already heading towards the dorm. And being exposed to Vega Venetia. --- Mindaro Mondays "Then I hope you can continue to be a good leader for her," said Severa, beaming at Vega. "She doesn't have a strong tendency for making friends, so please stay by her side for us."</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Firing Range Talking to cats Gren watched with pride as the two girls proceeded to demolish the targets he set out for them. He was glad that his crafts has served them well, and part of him wished to take the both of them out to hunt some real Grimm. However doing so would take up some time and likely cause them to miss out on most of Parent's Day, which wouldn't be good for them. Gren knew his mother would certainly be cross if she missed out on her son at school. After Emerald took out her share of targets Gren was about to set up another round when her mother arrived. The cat faunas tossed her weapons towards Gren, who fortunately caught them and safely put them down. Emerald's mom was hot. No doubt about that. She still had that cat's cuteness, but aged up to milf levels. Made Gren kind shy yet at the same time also made him approach Emerald and her mother, bashfully introducing himself. "Ah, hello. Name's Gren Orchid. Sorry for getting your daughter distracted with explosions, I couldn't help but see her in action. Didn't mean to make her injuries any worse." Gren wasn't sure why he was apologizing considering that he wasn't even aware she had been hurt this entire time, but better to save face in front of Emerald's mother. He also took note that Diamond was here, and if he wasn't mistaken, she was Emerald's partner. To her Gren was much more casual. "Hey Diamond. What's shaking?" @Abillioncats@Pyrodash888</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Range If she wasn't so much on edge, Diamond might have found the interactions between Ivy and Emerald too cute to live. As it stood though, she was stuck somewhere between raging at Cobalt for not covering his tracks and his past getting up to him, raging against Oswald for just leaving her to do tell this to Emerald alone, being unhealthily jealous of Emerald right now just because she had a family, and being angry with herself for being such a lowly shit as to envy her happiness. She snickered at Emerald getting all flustered after being called by her pet name: "Hey, we already call you that, what's the harm?" She grinned. A second later, she could add Gren standing entirely too close and being far too familiar to her list of rage inducing things. "Ms. Frost." She shot him a deathly gaze, "What's shaking? I am. So much I need to hit something. Volunteers?" she smiled sickly at the boar faunus, before walking past brushing hardly against his shoulder and heading to take a stand at the range, intent on obliterating a couple of training dummies before she actually hit an innocent bystander. She would let Emerald have a moment with her mother before telling her the bad news.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Monday "I don't." Cian said with a glare at her brother for bringing something like that up. "So since I dont you need not worry oh fearless leader." She continued her voice laced with contrive for the out of taste jokes at her expense. "Still Jack do you have any plans right now?" She decided to ask it was only polite after all and if anything she was raised to be polite at all times. "Reason I ask I was planning on taking my Tristan to get something to eat and was wondering if you would like to join us." Minazuki</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Sinatra @Kaithas @NarayanK Ohhhh, this was a mistake. Removed from the situation, even by the briefest of moments, hindsight kicked in. The look from Lauren. The inscrutable smile from her mother. All in attendance knew what was going to be coming next, though it was impossible to tell how soon. Could be within a few minutes, could be hours, but it was coming. The retribution would be painful. Well. At least it can't be as bad as getting my neck snapped again. "Well, in that case, let's head that way." Bastille's leader pivoted and let go of Lauren's shoulder to start walking towards their dorm, keeping halfway turned towards the others until he was sure they were also moving and he wasn't just wandering off without them. "I'm curious to meet your Dad. I haven't heard too much about him."</s>	<\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode and Demetra Rode - Corridor Sapphire looked down when Oswald told Demetra that her older sister had been a good friend to him. Sapphire didn't feel altogether like she'd done anything particularly right since coming to Beacon. Sure it had only been two weeks and as far as academics were concerned she was in decent shape but the problems with her team in that short time felt like they were brewing into a storm that would hit sooner rather than later. Perhaps in comparison to that she had been decent to Oswald though. There night on the town had after all been relatively enjoyable. "Do you want to go after her?" Sapphire asked motioning to were Diamond had disappeared. "Seemed like the two of your were in the middle of something." She moved behind Oswald's wheelchair and began to push him in the general direction of the gymnasium. If he had somewhere specific he wanted to go she figured he'd tell her. If not it probably wouldn't hurt Oswald to be around other people. His last mission hadn't gone too well, he could do with something to take his mind off it. As they walked Demetra followed almost despondently beside Oswald's chair. She followed with as little movement as physically possible and he eyes seemed to wash over her surroundings without focusing on anything. Worried that Demetra might be overwhelmed with the number of feelings around her Sapphire tried to make that burden slightly easier. She centered herself in her mind and focused on letting everything fall away, letting her emotions even out and dissipate, leaving only cold thought behind. "Don't." Demetra said it so quietly Sapphire almost didn't hear. "Sorry?" "Don't do that for me. You've got enough going on without having to keep yourself disconnected. Besides," she said with a slight smile turning to look at Sapphire. "It's nice to know you worry about me." Sapphire smiled almost sweetly. "Always." "Oswald," Demetra said suddenly. Sapphire started a bit. Concentrated as she was on her little sister Sapphire had almost forgotten the other huntsman was there despite the fact that she was pushing his wheelchair. "Look ahead, not behind. You can't change what's been. Whatever you did or failed to do..." She trailed off "No one gains from living in the past. You can learn from your mistakes, let them drive you to do better but if you can't let them go, if you keep living in that place of loss all you will find is loss and you'll suffer for it." Sapphire closed her eyes waiting for Demetra to finish. She hated it when she spoke that way, like a much much older girl, someone who'd seen far too much and wanted to help others avoid her mistakes. Sapphire did her best to shut out what Demetra had said because whatever insights Demetra gained from people (especially ones like she was speaking of now) Sapphire felt as though she was intruding on a private moment. Still she couldn't help but wonder if Demetra was talking about Oswald's recent mission or something much deeper from his past.</s>
<\|description\|>Mokuren Sabella Age:21 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass. Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to. Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example. Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone. Color: Magnolia. Emblem: Uniquely, none. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly As Marcus headed over to the bed on the far left of the room, Oswald followed, falling back onto the bed next to his leader's and sighing blissfully. "Well, boss, I'm an easy enough guy to deal with, I think. A roof over my head is just about enough to keep me happy. Stay outta my bags, don't get us killed and treat people like people, and we'll get along famously." Stretching his arms out and wincing when his wrist didn't cooperate, he groaned. "Damned wrist. I'm lucky I'm right-handed. At least I can get along with that much." Looking over to the bathroom door, he screwed up his face. "Not sure I like the look that girl gave us when she went in. Almost like she half expected us to do it. Maybe even wanted it, a little, just so she could have an excuse to make trouble. Whatever, let her have her shower. I'll go last." Thinking back on a few of the camps he'd made in the past, Oswald wanted to laugh. This was living in the lap of luxury compared to home. He couldn't keep a smile off his face as he remembered a few of the people he'd left behind. He wondered whether he'd see any of them again.</s> <\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Aurellius kept fairly silent as his lamentations went over everyone's heads. He hadn't been antagonizing them or anything, hell, he didn't want to be a fancy little leader in the slightest. All that he had been trying to convey was his playful display of sarcasm. Not that they had noticed in the slightest. Hell, he would've even offered the girl a smoke since her stocks were down. Of course, he wasn't much of a smoker himself. They were a bit too lowly for him. People would have thought him a common thug if they saw him smoking a bland cigarette. The sighs were inaudible as the Aurellius followed his crew down the halls of Beacon Academy, finally coming across their room with a neat little surprise waiting for them. Miss Diamond with all the ironic glamour that entailed. Seriously, who names their child 'Diamond'? It infuriated him slightly as the others claimed their beds, leaving him stuck between Miss Diamond and the meat shield. He snorted slightly as Marcus complained about his injury, making a mock jerking gesture to Oswald on the other side of Marcus. "Not sure I like the look that girl gave us when she went in. Almost like she half expected us to do it. Maybe even wanted it, a little, just so she could have an excuse to make trouble. Whatever, let her have her shower. I'll go last," the man said, eliciting another snicker of amusement from Aurellius as he sat down on his own bed. "You know, I could always take one for the team and take up her offer. Gods know that you prudes wouldn't." He stood up, right hand over his heart as he sniffled. "For the Glory of Team Moderation, of course."</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson "Salads good. Healthy food is good," Robert replied to Priscilla. Not knowing what else to say, he took a few more bites of his food. He continued eating until he realized just how silent they had become. In order to keep an awkward silence from occurring, Robert racked his brain for new topics to move on to. "So, what do you think about Greyson and Daniel?" he asked. While thinking though he hadn't really been paying attention to what he was doing with his hands, which were continuously dunking his cookie in his milk carton. Eventually, the continuous dunking caused the cookie to crumble and drop into the milk carton, sending milk everywhere. "Um, oops? Sorry for any milk I got on you," he apologized.</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery Priscilla giggled, nodding her head. "Yup! I do love the healthy food, eventhough your food looks really good..." she said laughing again silently and stabbing her salad with a fork, taking a bunch of it with the fork and then she ate. "Mmm. This is good, you should taste it if you want?" Priscilla smiled at him and looked at her glass of water, opening the cap and taking a sip of it. Now this was a wonderful moment, eating with Robert but she was getting a bit full too. Yes full out of salad. "Greyson and Daniel? Mmm. I think they are both great members for our team. Greyson was the first one I saw, so I am so glad that he got to be in the team with us. He is nice and sweet, haha. Daniel is nice too but he can be a little umm.. you know. Especially how he spoke earlier on about the bed situtation..." she told him, while putting the cap back on the water bottle. She felt a bit of milk drop on her left hand but she wiped it away quickly looking up at Robert and laughing as she blushed from embarrassment. "Haha. That's okay, Robbie. No worries. But I do want some of that cookie!~" Priscilla winked at him, grabbing a napkin and cleaning out the milk that spurted everywhere in the table that they sat down. Even some milk that was on Robert's shirt, it was noticeable but she managed to clean it up with a napkin. "Alrighty. So, what do you think of them?"</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson "Thank you," Robert said as Priscilla cleaned up the milk. He was relieved that she hadn't gotten irritated by the milk splashing, even if only a little bit got on her. In fact, he was so relieved that he let out a light chuckle. When Priscilla said that she'd like some of the cookie, he handed her the half that hadn't fallen into the milk. Robert also tipped the milk a bit in her direction so that she could dunk her half as well if she wanted to. He would eat the half that had fallen in... after Priscilla had dunked to her satisfaction of course, he didn't want to stick his hand in there if she was going to use it. "Hmm? What do I think about them? Hmmmmmmm. Well, while I did run into Daniel before you and Greyson, I didn't really get to talk to him beyond sharing my name and him his before running into you guys. So, I knew him about as well as you or Greyson. So yeah, that bed comment took me by surprise. I hope he isn't normally like that. Anyway, Greyson. He seems like a pretty nice guy. I can't help but think there's something that he wants, but I don't know what. And yeah, that's about it," he said when Priscilla asked the same question back. Robert looked at the upper section of his peripheral vision, expecting to see the time and temperature function that appeared on the HUD of his visor. He had forgotten that he had taken his visor off right after the battle several hours ago. He was just so used to almost always having it on that he'd forgotten what it was like not to. Robert reached into his pocket with the goal of taking out his visor to put it on only to see what time it was when his hand brushed by another object in his pocket. He suddenly remembered the scrolls that the Beacon staff had passed out during initiation. That had a time function! He could just use that instead of having to put on his visor, something that Robert always felt made him feel detached from conversation. It wasn't that a big of a deal, but Robert couldn't help but feel a little excited about this new technology that he now officially owned. He looked at the time given by the scroll. "Hmm, we should probably get back to our room. I haven't heard anything about a curfew, but if there is one we're probably nearing it. Let's quickly grab something for Greyson and Daniel to eat and go."</s>	<\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren's mental durability was snapped at the hearing of her nickname 'moku-moku'. Her future meal was babbling, but by now she couldn't even understand what he was trying to say. "Isn't a nickname supposed to be shorter, or easier to say than the original name?" she muttered out loud, before looking to the other man. "You are crazy, and you speak out of your ass" She stated bluntly, before turning to walk off. "i'm going into town now, there are things I need to do" She told the group, turning and stiffly walking away. The craziness of this group was going to be the death of them. She wasn't sure she could handle then even when she wasn't fighting the urge to kill them.</s>
<\|description\|>Mokuren Sabella Age:21 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass. Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to. Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example. Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone. Color: Magnolia. Emblem: Uniquely, none. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson- Grimm studies Greyson was with Robert and Pricilla in the grimm studies class while it seemed their other teammate Daniel was in the armory class. Not completely surprising considering he didn't seem to take much care about different types of Grimm their are. Greyson wasn't exactly a bookworm about the subject either but that didn't mean Greyson didn't want to learn if one Grimm was able to shoot acid at him while one that looks identical to the one doesn't. Just one of the situations that Greyson wanted to be prepared for in the near future if it ever came up to it. So far however it seemed like their professor was a nice person even counting the fact that he is letting loose live Grimm at whatever student he picks to fight off against one. Greyson was strong but Greyson would just observe for today unless called upon, considering he saw the sitting bull get beaten down by one of their other classmates that Made Greyson smile a little as he thought back to Edgar the giant sitting bull they killed to form their team, such good memories Greyson thought to himself. Greyson also wanted to keep an eye on Pricilla and Robert hoping that he will still have a chance to have a date with Pricilla soon, after all Pricilla was his first partner and he still remembers that cute funny girl that laughed as she fought those beowolf with him that day. Greyson couldn't get her off his mind and it was Greyson's own shy nature with beautiful women that is causing him to loose his chance. His window is slowly closing and he doesn't know how to keep it open...</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - 4th Period, Armory Class His question ignored, his messages to Sapphire and Mokuren gone unanswered, the situation in the classroom degraded at a pace so rapid that it dizzied Shiro. One thing was clear, that Geni had been part of the White Fang prior to his enrollment and acceptance into Beacon. The very moment he heard whisperings of the White Fang, Shiro's head ached with an intense pain that caused him to lose focus of the events unfolding around him. Grimacing, Shiro eyes shut tight as his ears flattened themselves. His skull felt as though someone was drilling into it and prying it open with tools to see what was inside. A high pitched whine that only he himself could hear deafened him. Placing his hands on his head in a futile attempt to ease his splitting migraine, he gritted his teeth as he steeled himself for what was coming next. The voices. Always starting as little ideas and whispers, a few here and there, they grew in volume and number. Painfully opening an eye to try and keep track of what was going on, he immediately wished he hadn't. In every desk, in every possible space of the classroom all of its occupants had disappeared and were replaced by smoky black shadows. He quickly shut his eye closed and willed himself to make it through this attack. Breaking out in a slight cold sweat, his breathing became labored as memories forced their way through the clouded mess of his mind. "...Where did they find him?" "..The townspeople saw the fires." "...Was the only one there." "We found this.." "Doesn't that belong to..." "It looks like the White Fang's doing." "Tragic..." A younger Shiro only caught fragments of what the people around him were saying, fading in and out of consciousness. The voices were unrelenting, suggesting he take action. To add fuel to the fire, to do something extreme that he didn't want to do. "Rip out his throat" "With fangs" "Killed your" "Use your Power" "Silence them" A massive jumbled mess of different voices battered him and left him withered. He could only surmise that they came from the Shadows that surrounded him. Breathing slowly and steadily, he kept himself calm. As suddenly as the attack came, it went away. His face relaxing, sweat drying away, he slowly opened his eyes and only saw his fellow classmates. No Shadow Men to be seen, the voices and high pitch whine gone. Clearing his throat, Shiro sat silently at his seat. Not saying a single word or giving any indication as to what happened to him, he finished the notes he was recording on his Scroll, his countenance expressionless and blank. The book of his easily read emotions and thoughts closed, its pages blank. He would reserve his opinions and thoughts to himself for once, only wishing the continuation of class. As the professor quieted the class and left to track down Geni, the lion Faunus, Shiro looked at his weapons and decided he would busy himself until the professor returned and class proceeded as normal. Grabbing the hilt of his sheathed sword and pressing down on the emblazoned crest of the shield, he used the sword as an odd key of sorts. Sheathing and unsheathing the sword at varying lengths, a series of audible mechanical clicks and ticks were heard as the hidden internal mechanisms of his weapons turned and worked. With a slight pop and jump, the shield segmented itself revealing that it was not indeed one solid piece of metal. Carefully sliding his blade out of the shield with a metallic grinding noise, he grabbed the spine of the blade as he simultaneously twisted the hilt. Removing the spine, he pulled out its internals revealing that his sword was partially hollow within. As he twisted off the pommel, he disassembled the rest of the internals and began to turn each part over in his gloved hands. Carefully examining each item to check for abnormal stress, wear and tear. As he looked over his now disassembled sword and shield, he worked with an uncharacteristically unusual calm and serenity. As if nothing happened in the class. As if he didn't just suffer one of his periodical attacks. To anyone watching Shiro, he was simply conducting maintenance on his surprisingly swiss watch-like weapons. The sword and shield not simply so. Its true inner workings and functions, only Shiro knew how to piece together and understand. He was the only one alive that knew how his weapons were utilized. All in all, he seemed rather disinterested in the happenings of the classroom, even bored. The drama just wasn't his thing. One thing was certain, however. Inside, Shiro's heart burned furiously with anger and rage aimed towards Geni. He would later demand answers from the Lion Faunus, before passing his own form of judgement. He would have his information if he would be attending this class with the Lion-boy. But, he would reserve that for another day, now more interested in the dust residue build up on the internals of his gear.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Grimm Studies Though Sangue remained silent, she clapped for Ben in her mind. He did a great job in swiftly dealing with the Grimm; as expected of a leader. She absentmindedly nodded at Ben as she began to follow her teammates out. Sangue liked fresh air, though she still seemed a bit nervous, wondering if she would get picked to represent her team or not. Fortunately for her, it seemed that Professor Port planned on letting each teams' members shine on their own. She felt calmer. The woman turned to Trad, then at Ben, before attending the Grimm Studies class as silently as she had before. She was no longer taking notes due to the fact that the class was now moving. The red-haired warrior, after all, could not carry a notepad and a pencil. "..."</s> <\|message\|>Victor Glade ARMOURY Hearing Rayna talk about her past Victor felt that he had to share as well. "I hate how it feels when my arm is removed, it's like hanging by a thread over a shark tank, your one lifeline, and you have to let go. I always hesitate," glancing to the side at Rayna "prolonging it, as if by taking longer it won't have to happen. It is... scary. Then it is done, gone, as if I never even got a replacement in the first place. It feels empty, not even a phantom limb to remember it by." taking his arm from Rayna, Victor lays it out on the table in front of him and with a practiced hand he starts disassembling it. "Don't worry about all this past business." matching Rayna's wild grin Victor turned to her "You're the Captain after all... unless you would prefer me to call you M'lady?" The growing conflict felt like background static, ever present and building up until it could no longer be ignored. Victor only started really paying attention when the threat of a tank was introduced Are you kidding me? Have you not heard of escalation of force? Don't do that! You'll just start a fire! next thing he knew that threatening spark blew up the political powder keg. A short fight broke out and miraculously managed to resolve itself before Professor Chatsworth had to intervene, he was only needed for clean up. Looking down Victor went to resume his work but found that he had already striped it down to it's metal skeletal frame. Well... practice really does make perfect. Stepping back Victor looked at his arm all spread out and was, as always, slightly amazed. Whispering to Rayna Victor said "It's weird isn't it? So many parts fit together to make my arm and my weapon... It's also a bit creepy, the metal skeleton arm part." grabbing some WB-40 Victor started meticulously cleaning and oiling every part that needed it, noting down any part that could be improved The lenses used in the cannon could be higher quality, I better sharpen the blade as well "What plans do you have for this class M'lady Captain Rayna? What plans will lead Jormungandr to glory?" grinning broadly Victor did his best to put the political fight in the back of his mind and was determined to stay out of it. As far as he was concerned it was just a fight. No terrorism, no politics, nothing. Politics is what caused me to need this arm. Little good comes from it.</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni flexed his finger over and over again as he walked. He liked the feeling of the cracking over and over again, it helped him think. This was supposed to be Armory Class, yet it turned into a battle field. Geni sighed, remembering the words of Ivan. "Once a terrorist, always a terrorist." there was some truth to those words. Geni learned how to fight at a very young age, and from then on he had done many unspeakable acts. Yet, Beacon accepted him, he had told them of his past, but they still took him in. Geni owed this school a lot for what they did for him, yet, stepped all over them with what happened today. Geni raked his hands through his hair once again, until the silence of the hallway was broken by the pained running of Sapphire. She had used the nickname she made up for him, Lionheart. "Were do you think you are going." she asked him breathlessly. Geni sighed and but put on a fake smile. "Wherever the wind takes be." He said solemnly. Unfortunately. Before there conversation could go far the teacher then came to them. Geni cringed when he asked Sapphire to go back to class and looked back at Geni. Geni was extremely nervously, but Geni calmed down and took a deep breath. "Hey teach." He said solemnly as he scratched the back of his head.</s>	<\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren sighed as the situation finished. She felt her Semblance activate too soon and for a good few seconds thought she was going to die. It was an interesting thought pattern, how she would end living in an armory defending a man she disliked for no other reason than she had cravings when she first met him. But, then the sword was not killing her, and more things happened beyond Mokuren's scope. Afterwards, Mokuren's mind reminded her of that message she got before all the shit happened. With the teacher now out of the classroom - and Mokuren left unaware of wither she had detention or not, since she wasn't actually an aggressor but rather trying to protect people - now was a good time to answer it and so she turned to her scroll and opened it, reading that it was from Shiro. That put a soft on her face as she headed back to her seat to reply. To: Kuhaku, Shiro From: Sabella, Mokuren Subject: Ostrich you are welcome for the offer off assistance, Shiro Kuhaku. I could not leave someone like yourself to traverse the hallway with a damaged brain, even though it turned out your brain was not damaged. I also hope that we can get to know each other much better, as you seem like a person that would be a very interesting partner. Sorry about the tardiness of this reply, but the reason should be pretty obvious With the message completed, she hit send and put her scroll, grinning widely. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest, and it wasn't just the fight or threat of death that made brought this on.</s>
<\|description\|>Mokuren Sabella Age:21 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass. Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to. Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example. Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone. Color: Magnolia. Emblem: Uniquely, none. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid Gren had managed to gather some more tinder for himself after finding some logs to dry. He had formed it into a quaint teepee and had a nice fire going. He was thinking that he should try to find some mushrooms to roast, or maybe even forest creatures. Surely the God Eater was a bit too... Much to do something like that. He may need to resort to trapping. Looking around Gren wondered where Abel had went. He figured he could work with his teammate to hunt or gather food. He wasn't here however, and Gren figured he had simply went to gather more wood himself. Fine by him, there were plenty of others to work with. His eyes fell on a girl named Sangue Naga. He wasn't sure what about her caught his attention. Perhaps it was because her hair glowed with the same radiance of her flame. Either way Gren went over to her. "Excuse me, do you have a moment? My name is Gren Orchid. I was thinking that, now that we have a fire going, we should see about collecting some supplies. I'm fairly decent at identifying wild plants and fungi. However I feel that my weapons are also inappropriate to hunt. I was thinking you and I should work together to hunt and gather food. What do you think?" Gren didn't get his answer however. Soon Abel came back with a guest: a young Ankou. Gren cursed under his breath: He didn't have his weapon. But he couldn't let this thing cause too much trouble. He had no doubts that everyone here could easily slay this grimm, but they worked so hard making their fire! Gren decided it was time he showed the fire within him. And that wouldn't have been hard since the creature charged at him. ""Hmm! Looks like the prey has come to me!" Bracing himself Gren was steadfast as the massive beast plowed into him. His feet dragged against the dirt but he did not falter. Nay, instead he had grab hold of the beast, wrapping his arms around it's maw so that it could not breath fire all over the forest. It's own smaller arms clawed at Gren's arm, but could hardly put a scratch on him. And as it reared it's front arms to thrash Gren, he grabbed hold of it's head to assist in throwing the beast over his shoulder, on it's back, and onto the ground before Sangue. He continued to keep the grimm pinned, to allow other hunters to finish it off.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Survival The red-haired woman who stood still in front of her fire soon woke up from her aloof trance as she turned to a man who went up to her. Interestingly enough, the man claimed that his weapons were inappropriate for hunting. A bit ironic, considering how her weapons were specifically designed to hunt different kinds of things, but she decided not to think too much of it for the sake of being respectful to the man known as Gren Orchid. "...Sangue," she spoke softly. Before she was even able to accept his offer, however, someone interrupted her. Actually, something interrupted her. An... Ankou popped out. Sangue's open eye squinted at the sight of Grimm within the class. Though it was to be expected that Grimm would eventually show up, she preferred not to have one appear right before her. Thankfully, not only was the Grimm alone, but every other hunter seemed capable of apprehending it. Gren, for example, immediately entered a wrestling match with the creature. Sangue did not want to leave him wrestling with the creature, however, so she unsheathed her blade. With the katana in hand, the woman violently threw her Apophis Claw at the Ankou, letting the claw forcefully smash itself against the Grimm's belly. With light scars caused by the claw, Sangue twisted herself around before slashing at the wounds she inflicted, cutting open the Grimm before raising her blade. Using the strength she could muster up for one arm, the woman drove the katana down on the Ankou's head, twisting it twice to ensure that it would no longer cause much of a problem for the man who wrestled it. Though she let the blade barely miss Gren, everything she did was intentional. She knew that she would not miss, so she felt quite confident that she would not make an amateur mistake of accidentally stabbing random strangers. The woman took her katana out of the Ankou, wondering if the job was done. "..." Sangue remained still, now wondering if they could just cook the Grimm like a chicken or something. Weird thoughts were, perhaps, one of Sangue's hidden specialties.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate No amount of developing forehead armor could protect the young Ankou from the blade stabbed through its jaw. Though mortally wounded, the creature still struggled, its frantic slashes and spurts of flame growing weaker until the creature was still. It lay with its various limbs in disarray, as if it had been in the middle of an intense fight and suddenly dropped dead. The tension in the clearing dispelled, sliding out of the various students after being so suddenly stoked by the monstrous Riesen's unexpected appearance. Abel poked one of its hind legs with his Ampere, wondering if he ought to apologize for leading the creature here, or remain silent. He had just about made up his mind when the voice of professor Vorosky, not yet devoid of urgency, broke the silence. "What are you doing?" He asked. From any other teacher, such a statement might have seemed demanding and highly critical, but Vorosky seemed oddly content. Before a single soul could respond to his rhetorical question, he continued as if he were giving a classroom lesson. "Can you not see the beast is not melting? Cut its throat, before--!" As if on cue, the subdued Ankou let loose a skull-rattling screech. Evidently it had stopped fighting to save up enough energy to do so. Immediately afterward, the Grimm began to dissolve into smoke around Sangue's katana, but the damage was done. Abel groaned ominously, but he let the professor cheerfully explain what was in store. "The cries of the Ankou call other reptile Grimm to their aid. In moments we will be surrounded by Itzamna, and after come the Salamanders. It will be a good lesson in survival!" A few moments raced by, with several students scrambling to make preparations for the incoming assault. While not very threatening, Itzamna were often deadly in large packs, and in this unidentified forest only Vorosky had an estimate of how many there would be. Fishing poles, crackling campfires, and marshmellows were either forgotten or quickly put to use as the steady tramp-tramp-tramp of many feet brushing through underbrush grew louder. All the while, the professor was happy to toss around some advice. "Don't let one clamp down on a limb! It will start pulling, and just like that, others will clamp down on other limbs and do the same. Make clean strikes with weapons! If your weapon sticks in one and it jumps away, you will be facing its brothers and sisters unarmed. Stay with the others! Even if you are not teammates, the person at your side might save your life." The woods turned eerily quiet. Abel stood behind his campfire, Ampere in staff mode ready to electrocute the firs.t raptor he saw. Other students had assumed similarly defensive positions. There came a sound like the call of a sore-throated bird, and at once around twenty Itzamna appeared. The first wave rushed each student in twos and threes, but it was obvious by the now-constant noises among the trees that there were more waiting in reserve.</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel wondered what he should do now that he managed to create a fire. The answer came in the form of an uninvited Ankou that came bursting through from the forest, breathing fire and charging straight for him. Daniel was not in high alert, pushing himself off the ground and away from the Grimm. Fire was something he could handle, but not the resulting smoke. "Jeez, why'd you have to bring this thing to us!?" Daniel yelled out to Abel as he landed, not sounding angry at all, but rather pleased. "Now we gotta kill it!" Daniel never managed to do anything useful or exciting in his previous period, and now it was time to make up for it. Daniel drew his two blades, which then started to absorb nearby flames being spewed by the Ankou, minimizing the damage to the area while increasing the power of his blades. Before he could deal any blows himself, however, others had managed to beat him to it, ruining the fun for him. "Dammit you guys, save a bit for me next time," Daniel said as the Ankou went down. However, it seemed the Ankou still had a trick up its sleeve, screeching its throat out before dying for real. As Abel described what was about to happen, Daniel's grin came back. Turns out he would have a bit of fun after all. As the first several Itzamma charged out of the forest to attack everyone, Daniel shot out a fireball from his short sword, burning down one of the Itzamma charging at him, and spun to slash at the other as it opened its jaw to bite Daniel. Daniel's longsword sliced through the Itzamma's jaw, slicing off the top part of its head, and the rest of the Itzamma's body collapsed past Daniel, quickly dissolving away into nothingness.</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson decided he wasn't going to be able to partner up with anybody so he went out and started to look for some dead wood, Greyson just laughed a little at his own thought "ha, dead wood" Greyson said to himself as he walked and went to gather some more branches unsure of how many he would need but was confident that once he got some he could use his bullet to start the fire, which meant he needed to make sure he didn't start a forest fire and do it on some dry ground. Greyson had to go deep into the forest to find any wood that wasn't already picked so When Greyson finally got all the wood he needed he decided to go ahead and make his fire but like he thought it would need to be somewhere that wasn't so full of greenery, very flammable greenery. Greyson moved through the forest and he heard a low growling and he pulled out his sword knowing that a grim might be nearby in which case he needed to be extra careful now. When he heard the noise get closer he immediately dodged to the side to find out that a grim was here, the teacher wasn't lying about dangers but seriously this ankou wasn't the only one and it seems one already screeched which meant more reptiles were on the way. Greyson charged at the Ankou hoping to silence this one before it did the same and Greyson would find himself outnumbered fast...</s>	<\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren was late. She knew that. But, she had to eat someone, and that took a lot of time. Finding, eating, cleaning, getting back. It was all terribly consuming. But, she knew where the class was, and so headed out to them, springing from tree to tree and using the height as an advantage to see where she was going. The forest was a nice place, very green, and full of Grimm to be slaughtered and maimed and destroyed. But, then she heard a terrible scream, and quickly took off in that direction, thinking it might be one of her team mates that was making the scream. As it turned out, it wasn't. She arrived a the group, all ready and preparing for something, but they must have already dispatched the Grimm that made the scream, and so now where preparing to deal with the oncoming creatures. So, Mokuren dropped out of the trees, tail swishing and sword - full of the blood of the man she had just eaten - at the ready. "So...what's coming?" She asked, before one of the Itzamma leaped at Mokuren. The fox-girl swiftly turned on her head, and pointed her sword at it, a small needle of blood shooting out and sinking into the creature's head. It dissolved a few seconds later, and Mokuren nodded. "Them, then"</s>
<\|description\|>Mokuren Sabella Age:21 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass. Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to. Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example. Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone. Color: Magnolia. Emblem: Uniquely, none. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - The Shelter Sapphire wanted to do something to help the animals she really did but at this point she didn't see the wisdom in letting them out. At least half of them were so heavily sedated that even if their cages were opened they'd more than likely continue to lie there. This reasoning was not shared by Abel however who after wiping a large amount of dog slobber from his face used the pointed end of his spear to shear the tops off most of the cages. With the ferocity of the swings Sapphire was shocked that he'd managed to avoid hitting any of the animals imprisoned here. It was needlessly excessive but Sapphire understood why Abel wanted these creatures free. Each one of them was wild and used to open spaces and freedom. Otherwise sedation wouldn't have been necessary, domestic pets while perhaps not happy about being kept in a cage wouldn't cause enough of a fuss to warrant sedatives. Besides should they run into something more than they could handle the animals could serve as a distraction what with the chaos the wakeful ones were making. Sapphire smiled slightly and unlocked a few of the cages allowing the animals that wanted to to run free. When Abel was finished his liberation mission he followed Sapphire's suggestion that they take a look at the lower levels. As they pushed through the doors to the stairwell a cold chill ran up Sapphire's spine. It wasn't anything specific just a very bad feeling that they were descending into something that did not welcome them. It was of course ridiculous, this was a Shelter for animals, whatever was in this place couldn't be more than they could handle and yet despite the fact that it was illogical Sapphire switched her semblance on just before they started down the stairs. It was a good thing too as the area was littered with security cameras. As long as she didn't alter the environment in any significant way even electronic surveillance would be unable to detect her. Sapphire's footfall was near silent, in fact unless someone was listening for her specifically they'd more than likely miss it altogether and that was without her semblance active. They encountered no resistance on the stairs or in the room below. This unsettled Sapphire far more than if the med lab had been full of Atlas Paladin Suits. The emptiness of the facility was far more threatening than any physical form could ever be. Sapphire was about to do a thorough search of the room when they heard sounds. Sapphire didn't shrink away from the room. With her semblance active there was no reason to avoid detection as long as she remained inconspicuous. Abel on the other hand was another story. He slipped past her into the shadows whispering that she should turn invisible and follow the two people that had entered the room. Sapphire smiled slightly, she'd never fully explained her semblance to her team. It seemed all of them were under the impression that her semblance was invisibility. Abel had advised her to use it without realizing that it was already on. He could only see her because he'd been there when she'd activated it and he was expecting her presence. Sapphire walked out into the room staying a good distance behind the man and woman that had marched into the room but within earshot so that nothing of there conversation would be missed. From the little that Sapphire had gleaned so far they were planning something. Making History was very rarely a good thing. The Faunus wars had made history, the great criminals had made history, and the Grimm had made history. Whatever this woman was referring to Sapphire couldn't help but feel that it was not as good a thing as those two seemed to think.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - The Shelter Smiling, Shiro was pleased with himself. It seems his on-the-fly-lies had worked and the boy agreed to help them. Watching as the boy approached a hidden entrance that he hadn't noticed, he blinked and tilted his head in curiosity. "Pokey?.." He thought to himself, wondering what exactly the boy meant by that. Shrugging, he dismissed the seemingly meaningless words and crawled up to the door. Slipping out his Scroll, he took a snapshot of the hidden door and pocketed it shortly after. Unlocking the door, Shiro carefully slipped inside and propped the door open for Gren's hulking frame to pass through. When Gren had approached, Shiro had already noticed him and was surprised the bear faunus cub hadn't noticed him the same. Before entering the room entirely, he took a moment to take in the new surroundings. As his eyes scanned the cabinets, his gaze lingered on the refrigerator. "This must be a kitchen or breakroom of some sort..." Thinking about it, he hadn't really eaten before the start of the mission, had he? It would be terribly embarrassing if his grumbling stomach gave him away during a critical moment. But, he didn't have the time for a snack as he had to follow after the eager bear cub. Eyes snapping to a corner of the room, Shiro swiftly ducked behind the nearest object. "Gren! Camera!" he sharply whispered. Noticing the camera, Shiro took out his Scroll once more and took a picture of it. Fingers rapidly tapping away, he sent his second report to the others on team. "From: Kuhaku Shiro To: Abel Fulgurate, Gren Orchid, Sapphire Rode Subject: Scout Report #2 Body: "The bear faunus cub agreed to assist us, Gren and I are following after him now. Keep an eye out for hidden entrances and security cameras. I'll be disabling cameras as I find them. I've attached two images." Attachments: Illusory Wall.img, Security Camera.img" Finishing, Shiro pocketed his Scroll and crawled under what he presumed to be the scope of the camera's sight. Standing and stretching himself, he grabbed the camera and ripped it from the wall. With his other hand, he tore every cable attached to it. Clumsily forcing the camera back into its place in the wall, he hoped that whoever may be monitoring it didn't notice his entry or the camera's sudden disconnection. Should someone decide to get a bite to eat, he also hoped that they wouldn't notice the slight damage to the inoperable camera. Looking to his left and right, he was alone in the room save for Gren following in after him. If the bear faunus cub had been in the room still, Shiro would've surely raised some alarms. Speaking of alarms, he wondered if the camera system was connected to some security system. He really hoped he hadn't tripped some silent/not-so-silent alarm. An uneasy look on his face, another bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face. "O-oh well, what's done is done.." Looking to Gren, he turned and trotted down the stairs he had seen the cub and his lizard companion descend. The sounds his ears were detecting helped to instill a deep sense of dread within him. Something just didn't sit right with him about this place. "What was the mission objective again?" He asked himself, second guessing his team's purpose here.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Ciel Kuze - lost rabbit "I dont think that will really work for an alibi." Ciel whispered as she continued to search for the back room. Though he was right as soon as the chaos ended they would spot them quickly like white on rice or some other bad comparison. Still it was proving hard to locate the back room none of these rooms seemed to be it and she was not going to be busting through every door looking for it. That would only invite more trouble to them. With a soft sigh she turned to look at her fellow teammate "you have any idea where they might hide a back room Luke? she asked softly as she quickly ducked to avoid being spotted by a guard rushing through on the opposite side of them.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Outside the Dragon's Den The overconfident Antaeus crossed his arms and stood at a relaxed stance, reveling in Mokuren's 'compliments' as his massive ego was unable to see through her sarcasm. That's why he was completely off-guard when she lunged at him in an attack. The large bouncer knew he was too heavy to dodge out of the way in time, so he quickly reached behind his back and grabbed his weapon: a trident. The weapon, still in mid-transformation, clashed with Mokuren's sword. Antaeus deflected the strike enough to prevent it from cleaving him in half, but he was unable to prevent the sword from embedding itself into his side. "I shall drink from your skull!" he shouted in pain. The bouncer may have been 'immortal,' but he still felt pain. Lifting his now complete trident, he raised it above his head and stabbed downward at the huntress-in-training. Inside the Dragon's Den The students who were able to make it to the backroom now found themselves in a long hallway. There were several doors in the hallway, but all lead to mostly empty rooms. There was one exception though, a large metal door at the far end. Next to the door was a keypad to unlock it, but the code was currently unknown to the team. The sound of footsteps began to sound from the other side of the door that the students had entered from. The three teens had two options: hide in at least one of empty rooms and wait for the man coming toward them to pass or attack the man and interrogate him for the way inside of the safe-like door.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Back Area "Well, this has to be it... Right?", Jack muttered to himself, looking at the large metal door. Fortunately he didn't seem to run into any guards, so no one knew he was back here except his team. As he took a few steps towards the metal door, he heard it lurch as it appeared to be opening. He wanted to maintain the whole stealth thing, not to mention he wouldn't be able to open it anyway, there appeared to be a keypad, and a code was required to open the door, so he instead decided to hide in one of the empty side rooms and wait and listen. He kept one hand ready on one of his daggers, and stood behind the wall next to the door, so even if they walked in, they wouldn't see him immediately and he would have a chance of an advantageous action.</s>	<\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella This guy, was dumb. So dumb, in fact, that he didn't seem to understand Sarcasm. But, Mokuren had to admit, she was slightly impressed at the way he had drawn his Trident - and the uniqueness of the weapon amused her as well - in time to deflect her sword. It wasn't a total deflection, and Sarasagi managed to take a bit more of his blood from a rather nasty cut in his side. She wondered if he had to obey the rules of blood loss, and was inclined to agree, considering he still felt pain. But then he finished his trident and moved to stab her with it. The strangest thing happened then. Mokuren seemed to slightly maneuver herself so that her head was in the Trident's path, and then use her Semblance to reflect the blow. Then, she would pull out her blade and hope that a trident in the face was enough distraction to slip her sword into his crotch, and vertically bisect him, the sharp edge of Sarasagi ensuring she cut through flesh and bone until it cleanly popped out of the top of his skull. "Drinking from a person's skull is horribly inefficient. It pours out of their eye sockets whenever you try to fill it up for more than a mouthful" she told the bouncer.</s>
<\|description\|>Mokuren Sabella Age:21 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass. Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to. Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example. Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone. Color: Magnolia. Emblem: Uniquely, none. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate Shiro's pronouncement didn't faze Abel all that much. Not truly sure of what to do, he was glad for someone a little more familiar with the situation at hand to provide a course to take. "Oh, okay." Throughout his friend's instruction, he tried to establish eye contact, but proved unable to as his ally seemed either too nervous or too conflicted to meet his gaze for more than a couple seconds. He wasn't the only one listening, though; the faunus girls paid heed to Shiro as well, and with renewed hope heard his words. Clearly, the squirrel girl still trusted Abel about as far as she could throw him, but his wound had signaled his fallibility in her mind, and his partnership with Shiro proved he wasn't out to get faunus, as she initially feared. Meanwhile, Coral's features were graced with a slight smile, for it looked like she had managed to convince someone poised to prevent her and her friends from being able to receive treatment to let them follow their own paths. With Shiro finished speaking, Abel gave a curt nod. "Sure thing." He turned his back to the three faunus and began to walk away, palming his scroll and composing a message as he did. To: Gren Orchid, Sapphire Rode From: Abel Subject: Pull Out Everything's clear on our end. I'm not totally sure of everything here, but I don't think we have any jurisdiction here. There not doing anything awful here, just a surgery, not just for faunus who think it's the only way, but also for those whose traits make life uncomfortable for them. I guess we'll leave it to other authorities to see if everything is legal and all that here. Nearly done now with the composition, Abel found his text interrupted by an incoming one from Sapphire. His eyes narrowed at the nonsensical subject, and after saving his own message as a draft, he took a look at the team leader's. Despite the abhorrent typos, the message's alarming contents were pretty easily decipherable, and they sparked a whole new slew of doubts in Abel's mind. Guards? Sure, there had been security cameras, but hadn't Gren taken care of those according to his earlier message? Bringing up his draft, Abel added more to it before sending, though he erased and redid more than half of the message after thinking of a better way to phrase it. Shiro + I are pretty sure this is a legit establishment. If it is, any more dmg we do will be bad news for us. If we don't fight the guards, we might be able to get off as misguided. We should prob get out of here as fast as possible. S, meet me by the stairs where we entered. Abel headed in the direction of the stairs as indicated by the emergency escape route signs on the walls. -=-=Sapphire, Pop=-=- Pop rolled his eyes at both Sapphire's words and her renewed readiness for combat. "There will be no blood. You act as if Faunus are universally disliked, as if all people, all their corporations, all their governments, and all their armies, are simply waiting for an excuse to erase us from existence. True, I am an optimist, but hardly a blind one. Why do you think I have guards in my clinic? Or backup files of my research elsewhere? If it ever passes that my work may pose a threat to anyone's way of life, I will personally hit the kill switch. That you could assume that I'd blindly throw my work at the world and expect sunshine and roses astonishes me—but then, let's take a look at you. I doubt you're eighteen, and yet you speak like a disciple of tragedy and pessimism, and fight like one with no belief in honor or sportsmanship. It reeks of personal experience. But looking at you, and hearing your level of education, you are not of the streets. So how could a well-born girl become so bitter, without hope, and without sympathy for anything but your own moral code?" Here he sighed. He had been aware of Sapphire doing something shifty behind her back, but couldn't guess what it might be aside from calling for help from her friends. Anticipating a surprise attack any moment, Pop removed his reading glasses and slipped them into a jacket pocket. "Something must have happened to your family...or perhaps your family happened to you. Beyond that it is hard to say. Bottom line is, you are trying to challenge something that your own experience makes you think that you understand, but you clearly do not. I am prepared for what will come my way; I do not need you to tell me I am not, and to make my judgment for me. You wish to fight? You will lose. As a final act of civility, I will allow you to land the first blow, if only so that when I call the police afterwards, I can say with a clear conscience that I acted in self-defense." Pop took another step forward, so that only three feet separated him and Sapphire, and he was close to blocking her into a corner. He raised his fists, but true to his word, did not strike. Instead, his aura flared briefly, a soft scarlet glow, to signify that he was ready. At that moment, Sapphire's scroll received Abel's delayed message.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson The Dragon's Den If Luke and Jack were to begin drill their way out, they'd be met with several hundred feet of hard concrete as they were underground. Most likely, they'd be attacked by an onslaught of White Fang and Dragon's Den guards before even making much of a dent. They'd also discover the owner of the Dragon's Den's strange, but immense, hatred for drills. Drilling is obviously not the best plan for escape. The best plan would to possibly defeat the owner in combat and interrogate him on how best to disable the advanced security system. Meanwhile, out on the main floor, Ciel is not in the best of situations. As several White Fang search the belongings of the Dragon's Den customers, the one that the masked owner had referred to as Morgan noticed the young girl in the crowd. "Hey, you! Aren't you a bit young to be here, girl?" she said as she approached. She was close enough that Ciel could very easily see that Morgan was a snake faunus with scales covering several random spots of skin and a completely scaled tail. She also had a pair of hidden fangs and snake-like eyes, but those were hidden either by her mask or her mouth being closed. Morgan also carried no visible weapon. Across the street from the Dragon's Den, Murphy watches as the underground casino goes into lock down. "Team? Hello? You there?" he calls out on the radio, not knowing that all communication inside and out has been jammed. He switches channel's to call his department. "This is Murphy, I need a SWAT team at my location now... with explosives. The heavy stuff. We got a big barricade to blast through." Several blocks away from the Dragon's Den, a lone man walking home from work casually strides down the street. "Oh boy, I just got a promotion at work, my wife is pregnant, and all of my family has their health. Nothing could possibly ruin this day," he says cheerfully as he passes a very dark alley that a very hungry cannibal could easily be hiding in to grab her next victim, if she so wanted to. But what's the likelihood of something like that happening? Not like there's some crazy fox girl running around the city who might have said cannibalistic tendencies and is already thinking of trying to find her next meal. Right?</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Dragon's Den As Jack and Luke searched the back area, they were constantly met with dead ends and areas locked down by the security system... So far, the only route was back to the party floor. There was no alternate route out. As the two came up to around that floor, they scanned the situation... White Fang members were searching through the crowd, one of their team mates Ciel was within the crowd as they remembered. They can't see her at the moment, there was no high point to survey from, but there was a way around the sides. It looks like it was just going to be them three, as Mokuren was outside and locked out... Jack volunteered to survey the situation and told Luke to stay put and prepare a plan while he observed the room layout and enemy positions. He's managed to figure out the general positions of the White Fang members, and spotted the White Fang's leader here... The mask was a real give-away. On the other hand there appeared to be two more major officers so to speak, based on the commands they were giving. He caught their names, Morgan and Mordred... A plan of combat may be difficult with this many people, but he has enough information, including Ciel's position, so he returned to Luke with the information. "Ten enemies, seven of which are mooks, two seem to be officers, and there is one leader, it's possible there are more, but those are the ones I see now. I've found Ciel in the far corner..." "Hey, you! Aren't you a bit young to be here, girl?" Jack heard this over the crowd... It looks like they've spotted Ciel. "If we're going to act, we'll have to act fast...", he stated. So what can they do? What can Ciel do? Jack was a little glad Mokuren wasn't here, she didn't really have a mind to keep civilians out of combat... So what was the priority? Was it to win this battle as efficiently as possible? If only they can get the rest of the civilians out of the area, this would be far easier to approach. Radio communications were jammed unfortunately, so they couldn't count on help from outside... There was no good chance to act yet, so he waited for the moment...</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Lucas Schwarze--Desperate times... Luke's face hardened, also hearing Ciel come under scrutiny of the forces patrolling the now locked-down nightclub. This situation had gone to hell in a handbasket quickly, and their search for a good place to tunnel out of had come up alarmingly empty for a nightclub in the middle of a city. Really, how did this place turn into Fort Knox? Shaking the train of thought away, Luke glanced out of the corner of his eye to Jack, who was currently doing an amazingly accurate impromptu impression of a loaded spring, waiting for the perfect moment to act. He needed a moment, huh? That gave Luke an idea. "If you need a distraction, I've got you covered." he said lowly, switching down from drills, to gauntlets, and finally back to watches. Crouching low, he practically assumed a runner's pose straight off of a track meet, a curiously mischievous fire in his gray eyes. "Just give the word."</s>	<\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren Sabella\| Nowhere in particular The fox girl wandered down an alleyway after casually disengaging from the man who had been given far to many stats to place when he started the game. If she had stayed around, it would have become even more boring that in already was, so she left. And now, she was being treated to the exclamations of pride from a man who had gotten all the right cards this morning. But then, something hit her nose. A rather, stabbing smell. Having been eating people for quite some time, she was well attuned to the smells of people's blood, so she could avoid those who had the nasty illnesses, even if they didn't know it yet. She was no doctor, so she had no name for it, but she was certain that she didn't want to eat him. "You should go see the doctor. There is something wrong with your blood" She told him, ignoring the confused look he gave her as she walked past. Sure, she was a homicidal faunus bitch - Cannibalism would not be the accurate term, since she ate humans and was not fully human - but she had her standards. So, instead she followed her ears to yet another dark alley - there were a lot of dark alleys - and stuck her sword though the chest of a man with a woman pinned against the wall. "You'll do" She cooed, as the woman took the opportunity to run away screaming.</s>
<\|description\|>Mokuren Sabella Age:21 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass. Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to. Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example. Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone. Color: Magnolia. Emblem: Uniquely, none. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson nodded at him and decided to talk while they played " I used to play a lot of card games by myself when I was younger it was nice sometimes and lonely other times". Greyson said as he looked at his cards and put down some cards "two 4's" Greyson said and waiting to see if Daniel would want to call him on it and say BS. This game was the only game Greyson knew to play with others, most of the time he would play solitaire or 21 by himself. It was nice to have someone to play against even if they were in better shape then Greyson was and would probably leave earlier then him...</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane brightened up, actually this gave her the perfect chance to began questioning. "No sir, we're here for a mission actually. As you probably know a bunch of police officers are down with the flu right now so my team was called in to temporarily assist and keep an eye out. Right now we're attempting to investigate some reports on vandals in the area causing some problems in the area, do you know anything about that? Oh and also, I know it sounds silly but have you had any Grimm sightings in the area recently?" Krysthane inquired, all business now that her playtime was done. Hopefully these knights would have something more concrete to work on, so far it seemed the Grimm sighting were nothing serious.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Ciel - Resolute "I am still unsure on all of this something smells foul about all of this" Ciel spoke up stating her own opinions on the matter at hand. While it was true that these people weren't the strongest minus her minor effort of fear and getting caught in the illusion. "I do think that it could be a front and perhaps we were meant to find these but this could just be me being overly cautious." She continued as she turned briefly to face her team mates. Maybe it was just her but she did believe that despite everything that happened that it was to easy to grab said information they were practically screaming their colors for the world to see. Still she supposed Jack could be right and they were mere peons in the scheme of things rather than anything else. Beyond that though they completed the mission and to her that was what mattered more it showcased to her at least her faults and she was going to become stronger or have a way to make sure she won't fall for such illusions again.</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel watched as Greyson put two cards face down and declare, "Two fours." If Daniel understood correctly, he needed to put cards face down as well and tell his opponent what they were. Sounded simple. A little too simple, perhaps. Well, he'd learn the rules as he went. Daniel took one card from his hand and placed it face down, saying, "One 5."</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega I say your bluffing" Greyson said with a small smile wondering if he was right, it was a small thrill thinking he could be right or wrong on this. Not fighting for your life kind of thrill but it was so much better then sitting in bed waiting for his wound to heal. If Greyson was right about Daniel's bluff then Daniel would have to take all the cards currently on the pile the name of the game was to empty the hand and if they had most of the cards in the deck they would end up loosing the game. Greyson wondered how Robert and Priscilla were doing as they talked about a pet having a semblance or something. Greyson didn't think it was odd since the Faunus were part animals why wouldn't a real animal have one? That was just Greyson's opinion however...</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton "I say you're bluffing," Greyson said. Daniel raised an eyebrow. Now there's the catch in this game, Daniel thought. So the objective was to lie about the cards they were placing down, and without getting caught, probably. Unfortunately for Greyson, Daniel had not been lying about the card, and Daniel flipped the card over, revealing it to be the 5 of clubs. "Sorry, man, this is a five," Daniel said, grinning. "So, what happens if you get it wrong?"</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Sarina Tala Dei (SC) and Vega Venetia (VGNB) Vega was left annoyed after the two Faunus left a mess in the Dining Hall as she saw the littered floors of the dining hall while observing a group of pissed off annoyed students. Why did we have to have a freshman with us… As she sighed. "Hey Gratia" as she looked at her with her annoyed face "Next time watch what you say in public. Anyway" as she looked to her cousin "Tala, can we…leave. I'm done." "Alright. Let's continue our tour." While the tour group finished cleaning up their table, Sarina was talking to group of angry chefs. "Their names are Shiro Kuhaku and Gren Orchid of Team Swansong." She said in an orderly tone. The tour group followed her outside of the Dining Hall; Sarina saw an open window and approached it to seeing Gren. "Tsk, freshman." As she mumbled. The tour took them to their final destination the Dorms. "This is the Dorm area you will be living in. I live just across you VGNB which is nice and I have people I can finally relate to. Clair you are with me." Out from her jacket pocket, she revealed six keys. "Here are your keys" as she gave out to everyone. "Anyway, welcome to Beacon." Sarina said unenthusiastically as she entered her Dorm room with Clair. Sarina living area was decked like her own personal apartment. She had her own couch and a table in the middle around a flat screen TV left of the lockers while on the right with various furniture around the one facing the windows right center in the middle was clearly hers as she decked out the place with dressing mirror, cabinets for her clothes etc. Three beds were in their but were pushed against one another in one corner. The bathrooms remained unchanged. Sarina then plopped down on her couch. "Ugh" As she moaned. "Make yourself comfortable Clair." While that VGNB had entered in their room, Vega checking out the living room. "Wow, this living space is big. I can definitely make this place fancy just by getting some furniture and decorations."</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson sighed seeing he was wrong and he answered "if I get it wrong then I take all the cards currently down. The object of the game is to loose all the cards in your hand and whoever has no cards in their hands win" Greyson said as he took the 3 cards currently down and he looked at the cards he currently had and decided to tell a truth and said "two 5 of clubs" Greyson said putting the pair down in front of him waiting to see what Daniel will do...</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd "We all set?" The query was uncannily calm, given the situation. Which is to say, calm for being prepared to dive headfirst into a potentially very dangerous mission. They'd chosen it for that very reason. Something big, something dangerous, something difficult; all to show that they could hang in there like the rest of them. Ben knew that, maybe, that wasn't quite the healthiest attitude. Charging at the world with something to prove tended to make people stupid. But, knowing that something isn't wise isn't the same as being able to change it. He did have something to prove. They all did, and they all knew it. Looping Artorius and Lawnslot through their holders, finally satisfied that they were ready, he surveyed his team. BAST. Bastion. Most teams at Beacon weren't quite what you'd expect, but his was definitely the misfits. Dropouts, slackers, antisocials, and the too social. All the terms most would apply to them. Terms even Goodwitch probably applied, even if she didn't say them out loud. But none of them were quite true. He had something to prove. But he was damn proud of the team he was on, too. "Gonna be a hell of a ride. Anyone needs anything else, I'd get it now."</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson The Dragon's Den Murphy smiled at the inquisitive Beacon Officer students. "Ah don't you kids worry your little heads about it. The rest of this is all in police hands now. Speaking of which..." he said as he turned toward the entrance of the building. The metal shutters barracading it were soon blown away in similar fashion to Murphy's entrance and a squad of Vale's SWAT team poured through, handcuffing the unconscious White Fang members and civilians that participated in illegal gambling. There were several more explosions on other sides of the building where more of Vale's finest infiltrated the building. Murphy turned back to the hunters-in-training trying to remember what Luke had asked when he first entered the building. "Oh yeah, the fox faunus! Yep, she seemed alright. Got in a fight with the bouncer outside then bugged out. She seemed fine to me though I lost track of her pretty quickly. Anyway, let's get you kids back to Beacon. Wouldn't want you to miss any classes." Murphy then led the three members of Team JMCL outside to the streets where police cruisers and SWAT vans filled the streets with bright, loud sirens as well as the small Bullhead that would take the team back home.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz--RTB And that, it seemed, was enough to tide the eighteen-year-old pugilist over. An easy enough end to leave things off on, in the hands of much more experienced sleuths than he or any of his peers. Instead, he spent the short walk back in a comfortable, tired silence, idly examining his bared arm and lamenting the loss of the jacket's sleeve. Still, though, better a sleeve than my arm. That Byakko is one heck of a weapon... He glanced over to Ciel, trying to read her for a moment and not doing an exemplary job, before looking back to the forearm. Perfectly healed, the only sign of ever being damaged in the first place lying in his memory. While it wasn't a flashy or particularly offensively powerful semblance, it was hard to deny that his was useful. Now if only it made things hurt less... Baby steps, Luke.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Ciel-A forgiving rabbit Ciel walked slowly to the bullhead that would bring them back to the academy. She needed to work better something to help protect against illusions in case she were to face something like that again. There were multiple ways to break through illusions from her knowledge force of will in some peoples case or pain in order to bring herself out of it. Still she supposed as she looked as she saw Luke glance at her "im sorry Luke I attacked you." She said quietly as she tried to withdraw into her hood out of shame of what she has done.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz--Aftermath Oh. So that's where she's at. Well, we can't have that. "Don't worry about it." he said with a reassuring smile. "This isn't the first hoodie I've ruined sticking my nose into funny business. I'm fine, see?" He accompanied the statement with a gentle pat on the back, and an impromptu display of charred-off sleeve yet decidedly un-charred arm. "It's not your fault, anyway. Your eyes were lying to you, right? None of us knew that was gonna happen. You don't need to beat yourself up over something you didn't know about, y'know?" If that were the norm, he'd be in a much different place right now, and probably would never have gotten anything done with his life. Seriously though, the better thing to do was learn and move on. Couldn't just wallow in negativity. Speaking of... He pulled her hood back down, dialing the grin up to eleven. "Besides, you were pretty smart back there to come up with a way out of it so fast. Never even crossed my mind."</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Aftermath "What're you two talking about back there? Come on! Maybe if we're fast enough we can get something to eat", he called back. "Oh wait... Hey Murph, Mokuren, she going to be okay...? I mean... She is still part of this team, we can't leave her here...", he stopped in his tracks as he commented this. It was true, as anti-social as she was, she was assigned to this team, and thus it was duty they work and stick together. He knows they lost track of her, what was she doing? It matters most that she make it back to Beacon too, but it'd be a lot easier if she didn't just disappear like this.</s>	<\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren Sabella \| Aftermath Mokuren, the fox faunus everyone was talking about, had not gone very far. She went off to get something to eat, sort herself out, and then came back to a nearby building to watch for when they came out. Which they did, eventually, along with some police men and enough bodies for her to assume they had won. Which, was pretty amazing, considering that God-Tier bouncer was still around. Or, maybe he just wandered off after being so irritating. So, when she saw the group exiting the casino, Mokuren exited her encamped spot, and -hearing the way Jack seemed so worried about her - snuck up to him, her movements silent and soft. Once behind him she prodded him in the head softly. "Your concern is touching, but unnecessary. I am both fine, and here. Curious, but fine and here"</s>
<\|description\|>Mokuren Sabella Age:21 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass. Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to. Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example. Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone. Color: Magnolia. Emblem: Uniquely, none. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz--R&R As it happened, Saturday had ended up being a less-than-well planned out period for the punchiest quarter of JCML. Setting up a room, mandatory post-mission debriefings and check-ups, sending that first text home... Binge-playing some games on his laptop... Needless to say, the lack of both sleep and things to do had resulted in an inelegant pile of limbs hastily covered by a bedsheet inhabiting JCML's room (a co-ed room?!) from mid-afternoon to late evening. He did vaguely remember having plans at one point, but must have assumed he would get them done later in the day, instead deciding to force the blinds shut and enjoy a rare luxury. A nap. The rhythmic rise and fall of his back began to fall off-beat, and he shifted his head over to the other side, squinting as his eyes fell into a sunbeam. "mgfbmmmmm..." came the groan out of his always-eloquent mouth, and he continued to stir. Couldn't sleep the whole day away, after all.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn After her shower this morning, Skyra noticed, she was still slightly sore from Friday's rather eventful afternoon. That certainly was a thing... She didn't expect to have to fight on her first mission with her team... and voila, she had to do it twice even, although the second time hadn't been much of a challenge. Although her muscles were still sore, she decided to head to the gym. At least she could get her morning training done, if not more. She had to admit, she loved the thrill of exercising, of working out, of lifting her body towards abilities she didn't possess yet. Still in her dorm room, she slipped into her gym clothes which she noticed to be slightly too tight. I guess I have to buy a new outfit soon.She was, in a way still, in puberty. Although she had no hope whatsoever of growing even one more inch and her top deck, she suspected, wasn't going to grow either. But she thought that in her fading puberty, her training seemed more efficient in building up her body. Maybe, since she last put on the gym clothes, her body grew a bit more muscular. Not that she was bulky, no. She still had a lean, maybe even slender figure. She slowly walked through the gangways of Beacon, finally feeling at home here, so she allowed her hips to sway a lot more than usual, just for fun, she guessed. In the gym, she warmed up by doing stretches and push-ups. Then she got to work with a lot more stronger stuff, like punching and treadmilling.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Vale Jack was already up early in the morning, already walking the streets of Vale shortly before lunch time. What did he do while out? Hit the game arcade of course. He played largely the skill based games and won loads of tickets that way, and is now holding large bags of prizes that make people stare, and now he's trying to find a place to sit down and eat lunch. Among the prizes he had were plush toys, little novelty toys, keychains, stuff like hats and scarves, and so on. It was also strange that they would willingly make plush toys of Grimm too, but they did, while not so popular, someone out there is actually making a full collection of these, every named species of Grimm out there was willingly being made into a plush toy by someone. In any case, there were a lot of good potential places to eat. He'd already checked out ones of the East side of Vale, so now he was looking to something new. The money they earned from the last mission wasn't going to be easily eaten up today unless he went clothes shopping, but his clothes were for the current season now, so he didn't have to worry about that. "Hmmm... I wonder what everyone else is doing... Mokuren wasn't there when I woke, and Luke's probably still asleep... What about Cian..."</s>	<\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren had woken early as she always did - sleep didn't like her, and the feeling was mutual - and was simply milling around. She had showered, and gotten dressed, picked up her sword and wandered, tail swishing behind her from habit of not really caring what it did. Maybe one day she would, but not to day. On the topic of what she was going to do, there was nothing in her mind right now. Maybe she should train, become stronger, quicker, faster. But a much larger thought was why Grimm dissolved. It was like their blood was made of acid, and reacted with being stabbed. But then, why did they dissolve when being shot? It was an enigma, wrapped in a riddle, wrapped in a cardigan, and tormented the poor fox girl so much that she was stopped dead by a certain scent that invaded her nose. It was a new scent, a nice scent. A Good Scent. Mokuren shuddered at the sudden onslaught of this new smell. There was something so strange about it, something she hadn't felt in such a long time, but by a different name, a different flavour. She felt every hair stand on end, and her feet moved before she even knew what they where doing. These feet led her to the gym, with little subtly to her movements before she managed to regain control of them, and stare at the people in front of her. Her eyes quickly honed in on their target however, and it would be quite obvious who she was staring at, but she just could not help it. She was frozen with some new feeling that she could barely comprehend, and so stood like a gormless, sword wielding fox-faunus in the middle of the gym.</s>
<\|description\|>Mokuren Sabella Age:21 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass. Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to. Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example. Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone. Color: Magnolia. Emblem: Uniquely, none. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Practice Class Area A swing of his sword, the whooshing sound of the blade cleaving the air followed by a solid thwack. A momentary pause, to catch his breath. His lungs burning as his chest heaved visibly. Another whoosh chased by another wood-splintering thwack as Kladenets' blade buried itself into the unmoving body of a wooden practice dummy. Sweat dripped and poured from Shiro's body as he went through his patented 'combat familiarity' training regimen. One hundred left to right horizontal slashes. One hundred right to left horizontal slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred downward vertical slashes. One hundred upward vertical slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred left to right downward diagonal slashes. One hundred right to left upward diagonal slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred right to left downward diagonal slashes. One hundred left to right upward diagonal slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred straight sword thrusts. Switch hands. Repeat. Every now and then a stray splinter of wood would break off and act as shrapnel. Bouncing off of Shiro's drenched body only harmlessly scratching his protective Aura. Once done with his sword swings he would go on to practice with Perun, his shield. The only difference being adding in one hundred bashes with the face of his shield. When complete with that, he combined his two weapons and formed them into their Great Axe mode to repeat his actions twice more. Shiro started this training regimen at least once every few days before the sun would rise, taking hours to complete. It was nothing special, to be sure. But the beauty that lay in his little self-made program was in its simplicity. No matter what situation would arise, he would always be able to attack with either hand with any of his three weapons. The burning muscles of his body committing his motions deep into memory. He had done this training program of his a few times already since starting at Beacon. Though he wasn't sure if any of the Practice teachers mentioned anything about permitting students into the area after hours on the weekend, no one had ever said a thing to him. He always tried to clean up after himself, but he never knew what to do with the growing pile of wrecked wooden dummy targets or where to take them. Instead, every time he returned to the Practice area by himself, he found someone had already replaced the sad things with newer fresh targets for the slaying. Though they were constructed of solid wood, they surely didn't compare to the hardness of a Grimm's hide and armor. Far from the realistic feel of cutting through a Grimm's body, but even still. With a cry, Shiro brought the head of his Great Axe straight down and cleaved straight through the final wooden kill of the morning. Its body shattering and splintering dramatically as Shiro did so. His body ached and was immensely sore, but as he ended his morning routine Shiro fell backwards in the grass with a thud. Laying sprawled out for a moment to let his body recuperate as his lungs struggled and strained to catch after his breath. A safe distance away, Scoot lay asleep in a neat pile of Shiro's clothing and a few toiletries. For a long morning practice like his, Shiro preferred to wear his dirty workout clothes with no food in his belly to make sure he had little energy to start with. After done, he always liked to shower and get a big breakfast before continuing on with the rest of his day/weekend. His breath sufficiently restored, Shiro clambered to his feet and shifted his weapons back into their more portable SnS [Sword & Shield] mode and slung them onto his back. As he padded through the grass towards his clothes and Scoot, he picked up his things and got ready to leave. The ferret rousing from his slumber with a quiet yawn. Ever since returning from his mission days prior, Shiro had remained distant from his other teammates. Occasionally, he would poke his head into the infirmary to check on his leader. But, he always made sure to never let her notice and never stayed curious for long. His original intentions to recover his leader's daggers never came to fruition. Instead, he made sure to seal away the plan for a later date and time. The only time he was ever in his team's dormitory was for sleeping late at night. Funny enough, though the tiger-boy enjoyed the company of others and thriving off of other people's energy in social interactions, he also enjoyed some time alone to himself. His weekend plans were always dull whenever he was alone, however. Not much doing except training, working out, eating, sleeping, and maintaining his weapons. "I need a hobby." Maybe he would look into getting a replacement Scroll and get some music onto it. Or something to play video games on. "Should probably ask Gren about that. He should have some ideas." Shiro laughed as he made his way back to Beacon proper, namely the shower facilities. "Aw, the lug would probably even make me something to play video games on, knowing him." In nothing but comfortable shorts, worn sneakers, and a long sleeved top that covered his arms Shiro cherished the idea of a nice, warm shower to wash off all the dirt and gallons of sweat he excreted. A slight smile on his face. Scoot crawled onto the sweaty boy's shoulders and curled back up into a ball as he rode shotgun. "Oh, right. Gotta remember to fix up my gear, too." He had forgotten last time, receiving splinters in his hand for his troubles.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid Gren both both hands into his slash, hoping to bash against Ebon's shield until he fell onto his knees. But the human parried the blow off to the side and left Gren in a precarious position. And because of it, he ate the corner of Ebon's shield. Almost literally at that, as the corner of the shield rammed into Gren's face plate. "Ha! You activated my trap card!" Knowing there were R-Types coming in to perforate him however, Gren needed to do something fast. Releasing one hand from The God eater Gren grabbed onto Ebon's shield and pressed it against Gren's own body. He then used his semblance to increase the friction he was putting onto the shield, and how much it was being put onto him, to effectively get the shield stuck onto Gren's body. Seeing some of the R-Types about to do a fly-by Gren used his strength to pull Ebon in the path of his own attack.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane shrugged thoughtfully, "I don't see why not, my money's on Ebon, though perhaps I have a bit of favoritism here. If I win you give me that bag of chips." She said gesturing at it as she watched the fight. It seemed thing were just getting interesting, it should be fun to see the end result.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "Was planning to eat that while we watch. Tell you what, you win I pay up another one, you lose you pay up this one." Diamond shrugged, jsut as the guy she was betting on said a horrible one liner. "Come on! Trap card? Who plays that crap!" She complaiend out loud as she summoned a shadow knife and sliced the bag of chips open, offering some to the company. A second later Diamond gave up on trying to ignore her kitten issue. The gods just wouldn't let it rest. Oh well, might as well do some more recon. "'Morning!" the thug waved at her teammate before she noticed the kitten didn't quite bother changing out of her pajamas, "Or... not quite, I see. How's the head?" she chuckled.</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox "Tough bastard..." Ebon thought when Gren seemed largely unphased about getting rammed in the face. He didn't even seem dazed as he was still lucid enough to start pulling Ebon around by his shield. He fought against him at first knowing that Gren intended to throw Ebon into his R-Types or just use him as a shield. It wouldn't work as Ebon would just make the R-Types hold their fire. But thinking on his feet Ebon decided to let Gren pull him to the side. He only did this after putting up a bit of a fight so Ebon would have the momentum to counter Gren. When Gren pulled Ebon in the path of his R-Types Ebon landed with both his feet braced onto the floor, and than he put both his hands onto the handles of The Kingdom, and pressed his shoulder for extra leverage. Before the R-types flew by Ebon used a combination of his raw strength and his semblance, Mind of Matter, to lift his shield into the air above him along with Gren. Ebon might not be as strong as Gren when it comes to raw strength, but he was strong enough to lift him into the air if he's using his telekinesis to ease the burden. "Eat this!" As Ebon held Gren above his head, Squad 1 and 2 converged to attack Gren while he was still stick to The Kingdom. Squad 1 unleashed a rain of laser bullets against Gren, splitting off before they crashed into him. And at this point Squad 2 was starting to dive down at Gren and unleashed their fully charged Wave Cannon. It was a solid beam of energy went strait towards Gren, with enough force and power to cause an explosion. Three of them, one from each of Squad 2 R-Type firing their Wave Cannon. Good thing Ebon was underneath his shield, because this is going to hurt.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid "Shite!" Gren never thought that he'd be the one to get lifted into the air. Though it was his mistake in thinking that just because Ebon was smaller than Gren, that he was too weak to pull off something like this. When Gren's feet were lifted into the air he reflectively put more power into his Semblance to maintain his hold onto the shield but that proved to be a bad idea. Gren could only manage to get The God Eater in a position to shield him from the hail of bullets when he was blasted by the explosive laser beams. Dust and smoke kicked up from the attack, causing a good deal of damage to the area around the two fighters. But before the dust could settle, there was laughter. Looking at his Aura levels on his HUD, Gren was at 47%. That attack knocked off a good 40%, and the rest Gren lost from a combination of getting shot at as well as his rocket jump from before. He wasn't sure what Ebon's level was, but so far Gren has yet to get a good hit on him. He was about to change that. Slamming the front of the God into into the ground, Gren switched it into it's Destruction form and started firing bullets into the ground while holding onto Ebon's shield with the help of his semblance. With one hand and both of legs making contact with his shield, Gren was firmly in place. The sheer recoil from Gren firing the Gatling portion of The God Eater was enough to lift both Gren and Ebon off the ground and into the air. Gren steered their direction by swinging The God Eater in the appropriate direction, and ocne he was going vaguely skywards Gren released his Friction from his legs, leaving it only to his hand. Then, with only a few seconds left and only using one arm, Gren pulled Ebon above him, putting his opponent between Gren and the ceiling.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian \| Vale "I would appreciate any help you can give, though I suppose we could get lunch first." Cian said with a small smile pleasantly surprised at his willingness to help. "So what you were doing all this time than?" She decided to take front and try to start a conversation with Jack after all since he was willing to help they would probably be there for awhile so might as well have some conversation going than silence all the time. Still she supposed looking out she couldn't help but wonder what exactly made her feel the need to agree to him helping.</s>	<\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Having solved her dilema about Cheese, and gathered a bag full of wrapped Cheese for her new friend Skyra, she returned to the Gym, only to find it was devoid of the Cat faunus she had met earlier. Plus, she seemed rather worried that she smelled back, which implied good hygine, so she must have taken a shower after working out, which would have dulled her scent down so Mokuren could not track her by it. It only then occured to her that suddenly leaving without an explanation could be seen as a bad omen, so the Skyra Girl might be feeling rather upset. Still, if that was the case, then Mokuren had to find her, if only to apologise before leaving again. She didn't want to push - as little as she knew, Mokuren was positive that pushing led to problems - but she also didn't want to leave anything on such a low note. But, the only person she, being a nutjob, could think of knowing where Skyra would be was Ozpin. Because he was smart, and knew everything. So, without further thought, not that there was much thought to begin with, Mokuren set off in the direction of Ozpin's office, not really caring about what obsticles she might find in the way, but determined to get over them. Skyrea was the first one who didn't seem entirely on edge with Mokuren, and she didn't want to ruin that with a misunderstanding. The whole 'having a friend' thing might even be fun, in the long run.</s>
<\|description\|>Mokuren Sabella Age:21 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass. Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to. Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example. Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone. Color: Magnolia. Emblem: Uniquely, none. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Beacon Airship Dock She had no particular reason to actually provide her name to the boy standing behind her. They were barely acquaintances, united only by "sharing" the wait for a goddamned airship to arrive and get them to wherever they wanted to go (she had no idea where the guy was heading to, but it wasn't her fucking business to pry). Still, it wasn't like she had anything better to do while these last few minutes of waiting passed by, and really, she was a lot more fucking whimsical today. If the other teenager wanted to be nosey, she'd lower herself to humour him. At least he didn't seem like another standard fucktard like the rest. "Mindaro," was the Huntress' succinct reply. "Gratia Mindaro." Hopefully he wouldn't ask how it was spelt. She would not be able to muster any goodwill whatsoever to answer stupid questions like those. "And I plan on not dying in a fiery conflagration," she added, voice dripping with sarcasm.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz--Proper Introductions Success! A name! He'd managed to pry out a name! ... I'm treating human interaction, even if with a less-than-engaged party, like a game. Should he be worried about that? It was a challenge, but... If he didn't make a habit of it, all good, right? "I'm pretty sure most of us can say the same, Miss Gratia. I can tell you for certain that I don't plan on dying very soon either." he replied with a casual chuckle, as the airship pulled up to the dock. "I'm Luke Schwarz. Nice meeting you, Gratia Mindaro." he said, as the line began to shuffle forward, filing into the transport. He'd done his duty as a conversationalist, now he could safely break off and leave her be unless she felt like continuing herself.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid After patching himself up and getting a drink from one of the machines, Gren was about to head into the city. But before he did he stopped by the gardens. It was a bit early in the morning to be doing this but he always wanted to make sure his garden was in top shape. Though without all his tools the best he could do is water them and pick at any weeds that started to grow up. He walked over to the school gardens, past all the botanic flora and fruits of labor. He kept walking until he reached the dirt plot that was his garden. Not many weeds, but much to Gren's delight, there were some sprouts from his begonias. "Yes!" Dropping his things on the side of the garden Gren looked around for a watering can. But as he searched he noticed someone. She was... Breath taking. Which is a strange thing for Gren to think considering that his taste in women are those who are both cute and could crush his head between their thighs. But something about this one caught his eye. "H-hello."</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Emerald fidgeted at Diamond's inquiry about how she managed to hit the ceiling with her noggin. The fact that she'd been bouncing on her bed and actually hit her head on the ceiling was pretty embarrassing. Still, there really wasn't any use in denying it now. "Well I um...I was jumping on my bed...to get the blood pumping you see!" She tried to make it sound like it was a perfectly normal thing to do...well it was for her. "I may have used my semblance to make myself bounce a little too high." "And pajamas are the comfiest clothing of them all! And...and…" She cocked her head. "What's a hick?"</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "I suppose jogging to get the blood pumping is too mainstream?" Diamond rolled her eyes in mirth, "Just tell me you didn't break the bed, although I wouldn't mind sharing, it's not like you asked the first time anyway..." the thief teased nonchalantly with an amused smirk. When she thought about it though, the whole thing was totally expectable form someone like Bouncy. "A Hick, uhh..." Diamond said, her language skills in overdrive to formulate her answer in a way that didn't sound pejorative, "A yokel? Hillbilly? Country bumpkin?" she offered a few words close to synonyms, rubbing the back of her head awkwardly.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - RPGD's Dorm Robert stepped out of the bathroom of his team's dorm, warm steam fallowing him out. He always liked to take a warm shower in the morning to wake himself up. "Alright, today's the day. Time to get to know more people. Get past my nervous behavior and talk to someone that isn't on my team. Make more friends. I'm going to do it," he assured himself as he walked out of the room. Robert looked around the dorm's hallway, trying to find someone nice to talk to. Every person he saw though just looked at him either in surprise or just started snickering. Why were they doing that? Did he forget something like to wash some shampoo out of his hair? He touched his hair with his hand to be sure. It was a bit damp, but nothing out of the usual. So what were they laughing at? The hunter-in-training made sure the towel around his waist was secure, and that was when it finally hit him. He looked down in shock as he realized that he had left all of his stuff in the room, the only thing he was wearing was a towel. He rushed for the doorknob, but it was locked tight. His key, his scroll, his weapons, and his clothes were all locked inside. Robert began to pound on the door. He hadn't checked on his teammates before he left though, so for all he knew they all left hours ago. "Well, this is a fine mess I've gotten myself into," he thought aloud. Having no idea what to do now, Robert walked away and began exploring the school wearing nothing but his towel. "This'll certainly be an interesting conversation starter at least."</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly While he was returning from the cafeteria after a hearty breakfast of pancakes, bacon, waffles and eggs, Oswald noticed several students whispering to each other and laughing. Looking around, he quickly realized what they were talking about: Robert Fallson, leader of Team RPGD, was walking around....wearing only a towel. What the hell? Was this some kind of joke? Was everybody being watched and recorded to see their reactions? Oswald couldn't help but laugh as a result of what he was seeing. This guy wasn't even trying to get back into his dorm! He was just casually exploring around the school while wearing a towel, and nothing else! Trying to force his laughter down as he approached the boy, Oswald failed miserably, still chuckling as he started speaking. "So...Robert. You, uh...you having a good morning?"</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Beacon Academy Robert continued his casual walk through the hallways of Beacon, trying his hardest not to show how much he hated everyone staring at him and laughing. He never felt comfortable being the center of attention, especially when he's half-naked. It wasn't really stage fright or anything. He wasn't that he was afraid he'd mess up. It just made him feel uncomfortable having so many eyes on him. Robert searched his mind to put a word to this feeling or at least explain it to himself better, but his train of thought was suddenly derailed by the sound of another student's voice addressing Robert directly. Finally, someone decided to approach him instead of just avoiding the strange student. "Huh? Oh, uh, no, not really. Got locked out of my room and I can't get back inside. And as you can see, I didn't exactly... dress properly for being out in public," Robert replied. "You're, uh, Oswald right? From Team MODA? Think I remember seeing you and your teammates after the entrance test-thing. So how's your day going? Probably better than mine."</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Ciel \| Vale "perhaps" Ciel said offhand she was unsure but it really seemed that he was either against her getting a haircut or just liked pushing his point at times. Either way she thought he did have a point in the fact that perhaps "special" hairclips could help her in this situation. "All things considered I suppose we should probably get going as soon as we finished eating" she said as she motioned towards the waiter bringing them their ordered dishes. "Ah thank you for agreeing to help me with my current errands" Ciel said.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Vale "Hey no worries. Ever need any help, you can call me", they were on the same team after all. After they finished their meals, Jack led her to the place he was talking about, where you can get battle gear made or repaired. "Ayyyyy, how's it going old man?", the store had all assortments of armour, some of which were familiar, since some students at Beacon wore it. "Oh, it's you Jack, here's your coat back. Are you sure you don't want to put a new weave inside it? The material is sturdy, but really old, and wouldn't hold up against certain things... Also don't call me old man", the old man went out back for a moment before handing Jack his coat in a bag. "I think I'll be fine... Speaking of which, my team mate here needs some new gear, can you do that?", Jack motioned over to Cian as he spoke. "Of course I can, so what's your name? What kind of armor? What weapon do you use? Anything else?", he asked Cian rather quickly. "One at a time old man", "Don't call me old man", "But yeah... So what'll it be Cian?", he turned back to her. She had options... Like a new outfit, or just her old outfit. "Oh don't worry about costs too much by the way, if you're a student at Beacon you get a big discount. They pay for most of it", well there you have it.</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella After fungerations with Bleep Bloops that most people call people, Mokuren was on her way to see Skyra. She wouldn't dare admit to anyone that she actually got lost on the way there, because that would be evil and rude and not very nice. Because they would laugh, and she would stab them, and that was no way to go about getting friends. But, still, The World Was Beautiful! Or so she exclaimed, without ever having that thought before, and quite possibly never having that thought again. The world was just The world, annd while something was nice, it wasn't exactly beautiful. What was beautiful, was this door. In front of her. She was Ostrich to the power of Emu sure that it was the right door, and even if it wasn't, knocking on it would only disturb a colony of butterflies on the other side of the world, and destroy a statute of the Dragon Reborn, erasing all possible evidence that he had ever been around from the world. So, with that kind of pressure, Mokuren knocked on the door that was Skyra's, or at least she hoped it was Skyra's.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Without much movement Skyra burrowed her face into the book she was reading. It was quite interesting. The part she was just reading was an essay on why Faunus are nothing but animals and share nothing with humans. Why you ask would Skyra, a professed Faunus rights movement partaker, read such a thing? To be honest, she herself didn't know either, but she laughed heartily at the stupidity of the author, a Rudolph Nittler. The essay had the peculiar title "Mein Krampf", where he describes the brain cramps he supposedly got when touching a Faunus, trying to convince people that Faunus are poisonous or something like that. Rather sudden, the door got knocked upon. Skyra did a backflip off her bed to land just in front of the door and opened it to find the familiar face of the fox-girl she encountered earlier in the gym. The girl that disappeared when she went to the locker room to change. "Uhm... hi? Hey, Moku. Why did you just... vanish earlier?"</s>	<\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren grinned at Skyra as she opened the door. It was nice to see that it wasn't the opening to the Deep Temple, where Cthulu Lay Sleeping. But, having such a thing in a school would be stupid. And the perfect place to hide it. "Ohh, well, you said about being cheesy, then I started wondering about cheese, so I went to get you some cheese so you could also be cheesy. I can't stay, I do have things to do, but dropped by to give you this" she took of her backpack and handed it to Skyra, giving her many pieces of wrapped cheese, different shapes and flavours, all yummy. "I hope you enjoy it. Staying is, unfortunately, not really in the books. I have to get.....some things, but maybe I will see you tommorow?" She asked, a soft ring in her tone that might have been hopeful if it was anyone but Mokuren. As it was Mokuren, however, the ring was just a ring.</s>
<\|description\|>Mokuren Sabella Age:21 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass. Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to. Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example. Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone. Color: Magnolia. Emblem: Uniquely, none. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Airship "My team was nominated for the annual cultural exchange with Beacon," she explained, her flat tone unwavering even as she revealed more information to the boy she now considered 'slightly above the unwashed masses'. Her gaze had yet to let up, onyx eyes boring into the other teenager's grey ones as they met. "I took the opportunity." Does he use gel for that weirdass cowlick thing? The question her conversation partner had asked was somewhat difficult for her to answer. Relenting to her team's choice to fly all the way here to Vale had not really been a decision made with any underlying motives. Gratia had, after a certain amount of thought and consultation with her family, taken the leap upon realising that there was little reason not to, and that the opportunity to do so would not have been one that could return in the future. An all-expenses paid trip over to a kingdom so far from her native city-state to experience how learning was conducted at the relatively-prestigious Beacon Academy was not exactly enticing, but it was certainly of enough interest to her that she had decided to simply tag along with the rest of VGNB and pop over to see how inferior Vale was to Mistral. She had already found one shitty aspect in the form of the public transport. He's relatively athletic, it seems. Likely another Beacon student. Her eyes continued to stare holes into Luke, expression completely unchanging.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz-- Under Scrutiny If I blink first, does that mean I lose? Luke tried it out, blinking candidly. No response of any kind from Gratia. Just continuation of the stare straight into his soul. This girl was intense! "Oh, I see." he replied, seat slightly rocking as the airship touched down at the city below. "You miss home, then?" Because he had to admit it, he kind of did himself, despite definitely not missing getting woken up by two little sisters (one of which that was taller than him by some sick twist of fate). Although he had his teammates to confide in and get to know, there still was that strange emptiness that extended time away from family, from his routine, from what he'd known for ages, brought. It was only natural, he knew as much from anecdotes by both parents about when they were his age. As the others began to file past them and off the airship, he rose, a touch miffed at the unfortunate timing of everything. Despite feeling as though he were playing a verbal game of minesweeper, he did genuinely have some interest in picking the quiet young woman's head. Maybe they'd have a class together, or something.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Airship Her gaze broke the moment the airship landed against the tarmac, the entire vehicle rumbling lightly before indicator lights signalled to everybody aboard that they were clear to exit. She followed the other teenager's example and rose to her feet, stuffing her hands back into the warm pockets of her coat. It was not particularly a cold day, but as her conversation partner had been noting earlier, it was quite windy, and Gratia didn't plan on exposing her hands to the chill of the breeze. She lightly stretched out her entire body, allowing it to release some of the tension she had built up during the trip down from Beacon. "Yes," replied the Huntress, her impassive tone still unchanging, but spoken obviously in honesty. She enjoyed the presence of her family and loved ones, and to be so far from her home was already making her somewhat homesick. Haven hadn't been too far from where she lived; it actually loomed over the streets where she had grown up, in fact, so she had spent a number of her weekends visiting her parents. Now, however, they were an ocean away. Gratia joined the line of people slowly filing their way out of the airship, reaching out to brush some hair away from her eyes once more. She was standing behind Luke this time, a change from their situation earlier when they were loading up. Personally, she had found their conversation to be decently of interest compared to the meaningless prattle she had to endure from time to time. It helped that the boy wasn't overly offensive in any manner. She would have to keep the name "Luke Schwarz" in mind.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate And without due provocation, the guardian appeared. The general mood of the evening had evidently gotten to him, for despite his general inclination for social interaction, he was fixed upon finding his teammates and requesting their accompaniment to a bowling 'n burgers place in town, Drury Lanes. Unfortunately, after spending several hours in the armory bumbling through the fabrication of a dozen or so grenades that employed water dust to blanket an area in sogginess, to more or less the exasperation of the good Professor Chatsworth, he had been definitively unaware of his comrades' whereabouts. Eventually, however, the theory that every man gets lucky sooner or later (in one way or another) had seemingly won out, for while making his way through this particular hallway he had happened to catch a glimpse of not only Sapphire, but also his buddy Robert. Breathing a sigh of relief, Abel made his way toward them, walking past and saying 'hey' to Oswald on the way, only to discover a certain paucity of clothing on Robert's part. ...Alright. After making a somewhat baffled face he tore his attention away and addressed Sapphire. "Er, hello. Glad I found you. Know where Shiro 'n Gren are? I was, ah, hoping we'd all be able to go bowling at Drury Lanes, have some burgers, relax before weekend's over. Y'know...as a team." It didn't cross his mind that she might be wanting to spend time away from her team, particularly its resident hyperactive ferret-lover. If Abel's manner at all indicated impatience, it lay in the fact that shortly before he'd also spotted several people headed in the direction of the airshop docks. While not overly concerned with the activities of the other students, he didn't want to get started much later than they, lest he and his team have less grand of a time.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz-- Parting Words "I can relate a bit to that. Although, I'm not in an entirely new kingdom..." he mused as they stepped off of the airship and onto the pavement below, into a sea of dispersing students. He honestly had a hard time imagining the sheer scale of the distance between here and her home. For all his attempted worldliness, at the end of the day he'd never really strayed too far from home. It honestly was a bit of an intimidating concept, being so far away from what you knew. In that case, then, Gratia Mindaro was admirably strong to be able to do it so casually. Her adjustment period must have been remarkably short. I guess I shouldn't be so surprised, considering this is Beacon Academy... So many strong people here, of all types. Body. Mind. Spirit. He supposed that was what it took to hold hope of becoming a Hunter or Huntress. It would only make sense that he'd find himself surrounded by these types of people. Turning to Gratia, he threw her a friendly smile and a short wave. "Well, I hope you end up liking it here. See you around, Gratia Mindaro."</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Beacon Academy Sapphire nodded to Oswald as he departed a veiled smile on her face in response to his remarks about Robert's state of undress. She felt slightly more at ease with herself and her day plans after Oswald's comments about her clothing and needing to 'get ready' though he hadn't explicitly said it she felt he was referring to the plans they'd discussed on Friday. As Oswald left Robert bumblingly explained the reason he was dressed as though he'd just gotten out of the shower. For a hunter in training he should be more aware of himself than his explanation would suggest. He should also have a backup plan for returning to the door should it be necessary. Sapphire herself preferred the giant oak tree outside there dorm window as a means of entering and exiting at late hours but without that the next best option would have been to damage bricks along the building leading up to the window in a ladder like manner. The thing that caught her attention was what Robert said about Sapphire and her own team. Clearly after she'd left Friday night for the amoury Robert and Abel had had a decent length chat which comprised information about Scoot, the nuisance to there dorm and apparently information about Sapphire herself. "Did he? I should have a chat with him about sharing information that does not concern him and if by mascot you mean that telepathic rodent that has been terrorizing our dorms? If I knew where he was you would never see him again." Speak of the devil, seconds later Abel approached inquiring as to the rest of the teams location and whether she would want to attend an evening at Drury Lanes Bowling alley. While she didn't altogether mind the sport of bowling Sapphire had rather been looking forward to spending some time on her own. Or at least with company she was comfortable with. "I don't keep track of Swansong twenty four hours a day. No doubt Shiro is doing some property damage somewhere and Gren is either cooking or tending his garden. As much fun as watching Shiro destroy a bowling alley would be I've got plans in the city with Oswald. There's a karaoke bar in Southern Vale I'm rather fond of." @Guess Who</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate A slight constricting occurred around Abel's eyes and mouth. Sapphire had a date? Lucky He couldn't help but think about his own situation. Though neither shy nor obnoxious, and boasting a rather impressive physique, he'd never had a girlfriend. Sure, he'd asked a girl once or twice back at Pallisade, but he'd never been taken up. Worst of all, Abel had no clue what he could be doing better. And as if to emphasize his own shortcomings, here was Sapphire already with a date within a week. After a moment he brought himself to say, "Ah...okay. No problem." He glanced at Robert. During his approach, and despite the RPGD leader's current garb, he'd been planning on talking to him after sorting things out with Sapphire. Now, however, he definitively felt that he'd rather not stick around. "I'll head to the dorms then, text Gren, so on." Turning to go, he paused after taking a step, realizing he was probably being discourteous. "Uh, good luck with your date," he said, and strode off at a brisk pace. On the way to the dorms, he tried to avoid stewing, but overlooking his own faults had never been one of Abel's strong suits. Still, it would not avail him to be all mopey around his friends, so he jammed his hands into the pockets of his delightful blue jacket and walked on, distracting himself by trying to imagine what Shiro and Gren were doing at that moment. Since the first day, whenever he thought of Gren cooking, it had always been grilling meat in Abel's mind. If that was the case, his destination was either the kitchens or the dorm rooms. If not, the gardens were next, and after being shown his teammate's work not long ago Abel had a good idea where they were. Since he was already on the way, he did not pull out his scroll. Still, he managed to nearly run into someone as he rounded a corner in the dormitory area. At first he thought, given the individual's height, that he'd almost collided with a fellow dude, but a split-second later he was able to affirm beyond the shadow of a doubt that he'd practically smacked into a girl. Her hair and her outfit matched perfectly: yellow and gold, with a bright red scarf interrupting the mustard monotony. Though Abel felt rather dubious about an entire outfit the audacious color of the sun, he discreetly observed that this young lady had an impressive physique—not many girls this age had that sort of musculature, and very few actually wore armor. Still mulling over the subject of romance somewhere in his head, Abel's first thought went something along the lines of ohmyGodwe'resoulmates, followed up shortly by Dammit. I'm a moron. With that sorted out, all that was left was to apologize and continue on his not-so-merry way. "Whoops, sorry," he said to Krysanthe, "Guess I'm so concentrated on bowling I can't stop myself almost bowling into other people." Desperate to not appear awkward in any way, he tried a smile and continued, "Er, I didn't hit you, did I?"</s>	<\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren smiled broadly at Skyra, and then turned to leave as soon as the cheese was delivered. "Make sure to eat your cheese, milk helps people grow, and cheese is like milk that you can chew". With that insightful bit of insight, Mokuren left again, off to do....things. Like taking a midnight stroll through the woods, and maybe find something of interest, if she was lucky.</s>
<\|description\|>Mokuren Sabella Age:21 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass. Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to. Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example. Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone. Color: Magnolia. Emblem: Uniquely, none. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Skyra stared at the board with the listings for the battles. Against her? The bringer of cheese? She sighed. In some way, which was pretty unusual for Skyra, she had no desire to fight that girl at all. Smash her face in in a heated discussion, maybe, but not intentionally. Still, this was strange... normally she'd jump at the chance to kick somebody's butt, she'd even try to best her team mate, but Mokuren was kind of a different story. In only one single day she had grown too soft to bear even the chance of her hurting her, which, of course was ridiculous considering the rules of combat class. Nobody'd be really hurt, just exhausted. But alas, it was class, so Skyra moved to the battlefield their pair was assigned to, however, she didn't moved into combat stance, but just sat down on her side of the field.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro and Cian Kuze Stepping down onto the arena from the seats, hands hidden within her coat pockets, Gratia Mindaro seemed almost bored by the fact that she would be engaging in combat with one of her fellow students. Her expression had changed not a single bit, the impassive scowl unchanging as if it had been permanently carved onto her when the gods had crafted Man from dust. Yet despite the aura that radiated from her, closer surveyance would reveal that her eyes were staring forwards with remarkable intensity, and that her muscles, hidden behind her bulky clothing, were tensing as if in anticipation. Underneath the icy exterior, the Mistralese Huntress was eager. Incredibly eager. But she held it in. There was a time and place for everything ... and here would not be particularly suitable for her to let loose, especially when it was really just a class with no importance to her. She would have to keep her inhibitions in check. Following her opponent with a singular purpose she might not like the whole deal with the arena fighting but it must be done. With a soft sigh she jumped down the last bit of stairs leading to the arena and form the back of her furred trimmed coat appeared her weapon. Holding the briefcase in her had she waited for Gratia to come on down so she could begin. Cian had no thought really pressing on her mind she might be decent at fighting but she knew she was at a disadvantage and she was never one to get excited for battle. Gratia shook her hands free of her pockets, before stretching them out in front of her. The weapon her opponent had brought fitted the descriptions in the public files, but whether or not she could deal with was another question. Valens and Valentinian hung from her belt, their simple forms a contrast to the complicated device that was Cian's. She had fought few people with such versatility before, but it would provide her ... an opportunity. "Are you ready?" she called across the battlefield. "Very well than shall we dance?" Cian called out as she unfurled her weapon into its long barrel form. Jumping back a distance she started to lead with multiple shots from the gun. Using a wall to ricochet the bullets against the wall to try and divert attention away from some of the other quick shots she took. Though as she did so she noticed her aura was steadilly decreasing chalking that up as Gratia's special semblance she quickly changed to a ice dust cartridge. Letting out some shots she hoped to cut use the formed icicles where they landed to create some diversity to trap her and end this quickly or so she hoped. Valens gleamed in the light, the mameluke sabre swinging with aura-reinforced blows to deflect as many of the incoming projectiles as it could. The air before Gratia was a lightshow as she parried as many of the dust-infused bullets away from her aspossible. At this range, she had a disadvantage; the profiles were not wrong when they described her opponent as a long-ranged specialist. That of course dIdN'T mEAn tHAt shE wOuLD lose. The Huntress' composed demeanour seemed to disappear for an instant as she bared her teeth, before dashing forwards through the hail of fire, ignoring the stings of the projectiles against the natural aura defenses of all humans; her Semblance would take care of that, if the slow, intensifying drain on Cian's aura bar served any indication. The bItCh would not be capable of matching her. Valentinian appeared in her left hand, and even as she rapidly closed the distance, fired off a stream of bullets from the carbine at Cian. With A grit of her teeth she activated her semblance the honeycombed patterned shield protecting her from the hail of bullets. Though that did not ease the pain she felt from them. With a strong forward push she changed her weapon once more into the machine gun mode and switch catridges once more this time to one of fire dust. With a push forward and her shield strong she charged forward letting out flaming bullets coming out at fast rate. This was not one of her better plans but hopefully it would buy her time. Her opponent was charging at her? Gratia did not know what the other student had planned, but it provided her the advantage to rIP and tEAr Cian on her own terms. Valens moved to block the machine-gun spray that sought to riddle her with holes, aura pushing into the weapon to keep it sturdy under the onslaught. Her right arm rumbled against the force of the blows, and the waves of heat and fire that exploded out from where her sabre met the projectiles were positively blinding. She let out a hiss, the first sound she had made during the match. It was painful, but she could feel herself grow stronger otherwise. The young Huntress' Semblance had begun to act more rapidly, its effectiveness increasing as Cian closed in on her. Good. She would need that stolen strength and power. The hail of fire stopped, and Gratia pushed herself through the smoke. She was face to face with her opponent now. Perfect. With zero hesitation, the Mistralese teenager raised Valentinian, firing a cartridge of bullets into the charging form of Cian Kuze. She would aNnIhILaTE that shield. "Tch can't take this much longer" Cian muttered to herself as she jumped back and to the left avoiding the main charge. Using the dust clouds as cover and changing her weapon once more she carefully took aim with Byakko in its sniper form. With careful aim she took a few shots at her back which was unprotected. Though she switched cartridges once more and took aim again this time hopefully going for the kill as she lt out a "tri burst" shot of fire,ice, and regular bullets in quick succession. Smoke was anything but adequate cover for somebody wielding such a gigantic weapon, and Gratia refused to allow her enemy to RuN aWAy. Even as the other girl attempted to move the sniper rifle into position, she was already in motion, dropping Valentinian back onto her belt before grabbing the end of Cian's weapon with her left hand, taking advantage of the time it had taken for her opponent to aim at her, pushing the muzzle away from her person. The heat of gunfire flying past her ear meant nothing to the Mistralese Huntress. What mattered was that she had entered what could be described as "knife-fighting" range. Here, the advantages provided to her eNEmY by the long-ranged weapon would be lost. Gratia squeezed down on the barrel, her strength continuing to be amplified by the aura she was passively stealing from Cian. It was an iron-clad grip, one that, if not broken, would result in Byakko suffering severe damage to its firing capabilities. She was, after all, getting stronger at an exponential rate as Bibere Vinum drained away at Cian's aura. "In lieu of recent events I am going to have to forfeit." Cian knew there was no way to win at this rate first of all her Aura was all but gone due to the semblance of Gratia which makes such matchups unfair due to the aura drain. Second in the position she was in there was no way for her to do anything. She was not meant to fight people close range it was a simple bad matchup more than anything. With a sigh and folding up her Byakko once more to a storage mode she holstered it on her back one more before climbing a few steps and resting once more in her seat. "There was nothing to do no matter how far I think ahead that spot was just no way for me to win" Cian muttered once more to herself as she waited for this "class" to end. That had been ... anticlimactic. Gratia dropped her weapons back onto her belt, tension and strength leaving her body as the effects of Bibere Vinum began to wear off. Her blood had been bubbling and simmering underneath her skin throughout the entire fight, but it seemed that somehow ... she had kept it from escaping. Still, it was honestly disappointing. She had desired so much more. Yet the Mistralese Huntress simply stuffed her hands back into her pockets, refusing to allow herself to show those emotions in her actions. Indeed, she merely seemed bored and aloof, as she usually was. Such a lacking fight. Evidently, Ms. Goodwitch shared Gratia's sentiments. "Another forfeit. If the situation was truly dire, and your health actually at risk, surrender would be a reasonable option. In a practice setting such as this, however, where the threshold for loss is the point at which students can even begin taking actual wounds, giving up so soon screams of a lack of determination. Both of you will be receiving penalties to your grades." Goodwitch cracked her riding crop against the arena railing in a decisive and impassive note of finality. "Next!" Wait, it had been a fucking group project?! . . . SON OF A BITCH!</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz --Yo that's some Luke's eye twitched irritably. It was one thing that Cian and Gratia's matchup had been potentially bad for either of them, and ended up giving the short end of the stick to Cian thanks to a questionable gameplan. That was something that could be worked on. They could iron out the kinks there. As was surrendering. Luke personally had no issue with it. Their teacher, however... "Or prudence," he muttered irritably under his breath, not wanting to cause a scene in spite of his disagreement. "Recognizing a situation where you're in over your head and pulling out..." Inhaling and exhaling deeply, he folded his arms and continued to watch. And that wasn't to mention penalizing both for one student forfeiting. What kind of class was this?</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Tsk The noise came fom Mokuren, irritably as she scanned the board in the combat class. Where she had come from, where she had been, why she had been shopping for clothes in a soup store, nobody knew. But, she saw her Super Mega Giga Arch-Nemesis paired off with someone who wasn't her. Or, was she? Mokuren looked at her tail, and the hugged it to confirm she was who she was, which she was. And that was good. She liked being her, but then, how would she know how much she liked being someone else if she had never been someone else? But then, she saw it. Ripper... Tearer... Slasher... Gouger. The Teeth in the Darkness, the Talons in the Night. Strength... and Lust... and Power, it was, a Fly! How could they walk across cellings like that wihtout falling down. Such things defied logic, common sense, and even Sanity itself! And then she also saw that she was paired with Skyra. Not really understanding, or caring to understand the rules, she skipped over to Skyra and sat down next to her. "Hey. How did you like the cheese?"</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn An eyebrow was raised at Moku's appearance next to her, still Skyra smiled at her new friend, who was, nevertheless, pretty difficult to understand. Not language wise, mind you. Just in thought processes and stuff. "Yep, but it was soooo freakin' much that I had to share it with my mates and there still was some left for breakfast this morning, which I promptly took care of." Still sporting her trademark tomboy-grin Skyra pulled out both Aurora Ravagers and put one on her lap. While the right hand was holding the sword, the left one pulled out a polishing cloth and started rubbing and cleaning the deactivated right hand sword with extreme care and visible love for the weapon. "So, we're supposed to fight, I think. But...", she shrugged still dutifully polishing her weapons, "I can't be arsed right now..."</s>	<\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren nodded happily as there was sufficent cheese for her new friend. And, she also shared it with the people in her room as well, which meant everyone had cheese. It was, quite literally, cheese for everyone. "Wonderful. I'll bring something else next time. Maybe.......I don't know. What do you like?" She asked, watching Skyra withdraw her weapons and then start to clean them, all lovely and nice and shiz. It must have been nice to care about your weapon, not that Mokuren disliked Sarasagi, but the question of where it came from still hung heavily on her mind. "Why are we meant to fight? Surely it was just a suggestion. 'You may fight if you want, or you can sit around and talk. I'm just a sign, not a police officer'. Nobody has to listen to signs"</s>
<\|description\|>Mokuren Sabella Age:21 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass. Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to. Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example. Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone. Color: Magnolia. Emblem: Uniquely, none. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly-The Fan Thanking Sapphire for the earplugs and putting them in, just as the music stopped, Oswald groaned. Of course. Whatever. As he was about to return the earplugs to their owner, he noticed the girl jumping off the roof. The one that he just teleported on top of. Looking at Gren with a somewhat forlorn expression, he sighed. "She could have just...ah, whatever, fuck this." Turning to the roof, Oswald stepped off, suddenly appearing on the ground next to a surprised student. "Teleported. Don't worry. Whatever." Making his way over to the congregation of students around the Professor, Oswald's entire body raged when he saw Cobalt carrying the kid bridal style. Worried that Sapphire would make the poor team leader cry, he jogged up and looked between the two. "Already got someone on his way. Sorry, Sapphire, but my Semblance ain't good for distance. Short bursts, maybe, but sustained movement isn't my thing. Cobalt, she's right. Can't fault ya for wanting to help, though. Long as we get this guy to the med bay soon, he should be alright. Probably. And yes, I know, she's a bit mean. Don't worry too much about it." Motioning at his team leader to help get the doors instead, Oswald ran over and yanked open the door, nearly tearing it off its hinges before realizing he was putting Aura into his movements. "Should remember not to do that."</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Rooftops "Haah? It was just some kid? Oh well...", was what he said, peeking out from the back and along some rooftops to get a first class viewing experience. It seems a few other students did too, Oswald he recognized as one of them, but he was careful to choose a position as to not be seen or noticed by them. Turned out to be a little strange this whole affair... Who was this kid even? Was that his semblance creating the noise? That's an awfully powerful semblance. In any case, Jack was quick to use this opportunity to skip class, and silently left the scene. The other students seemed to have this under control, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't interested. What was that kid even doing there first of all. How did he even get there? Why did no one notice him until now if he was the source of all that noise? Lots of questions, but he knew they wouldn't be answered immediately. He silently left the scene and disappeared until the next class would start.</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta of Seraphs@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN Cobalt Chideta "I'm trying aren't I! I'm not exactly experienced in carrying dying people you know!" Cobalt indeed did try to straighten the boy out as much as he could but it wasn't doing much good. He felt hurt by this girl's insinuations but now was not the time for crying. Cobalt handed the kid back to Professor Fullbuster as gently as he could and rushed to the doors. He opened the next set of doors after Oswald and motioned for Sapphire and Professor Fullbuster to hurry. He was being quite rude right now, but that didn't matter. This guy could die any second as far as they knew so etiquette was not at the top of his priority list. He realized Oswald had defended him and smiled a little. Maybe this team could work out after all.</s> <\|message\|>Delta Snow Beacon Tower - Changing Times Delta had to be practically taken by the hand up the tower while he was lost in a daze, completely engulfed in the drastic change of scenery. He probably wouldn't have even moved his legs at the faculty member's incessant commands if the music wasn't the only thing bounding him to reality. Now his gaze have shifted from greenery to the intricate layout of clockwork above, rhythmically grinding gears and cogs to uphold a physical elucidation of time. Aside from that, the office seemed pretty generic in general. It was what to be expected of the sanctum of a renowned academy headmaster. Well, that was not entirely true. There was one more peculiar aspect of the office that Delta hadn't overlooked. It was the very headmaster himself. From books and personal accounts of fellow soldiers in their student life excursions, most people in his position were known to be uptight, pretentious, and held firm to their belief and theirs alone. But this man had a different aura surrounding him. There was the sense of tranquility looming around him, filling the air so that it may be breathed into the lungs of those around him. His attire also deviated from stereotype, with a viridescent scarf wrapped loosely around his neck, an unzipped black suit, and shaded spectacles which seemed far too small to be usable. On top of that, he was tall. Very tall. He probably saw the world from a perspective nine inches higher than Delta. Ozpin briefly inspect the two before instructing them to collect their scrolls and then seek out their team leader, albeit the boy's ears nearly reverberated it as squad leader. The boy picked up his device in hand and instantly got into the motion of pecking at the screen. He already knew how such devices operated, so sifting through the academy's personal modifications was a synch. It was a bit of a challenge to hear him over the loud music, regardless of their current altitude. Though the way he finished his welcoming caused him to perk up. "...it will be time to begin." Delta and Eve exchanged glances then stared at the headmaster at unison. The student Delta's side must have been his teammate, although he didn't get a good look of the individual's character, he would surely have a chance later on. "Hey, Delta. There's something I want to talk to you about. It's about the mus-" Just like that, the perpetual rhythm, much like that of the clockworks overhead, suddenly came to an abrupt end. The only noise that filled the room now was a choir of ticking. The boy slowly slipped the scroll into his shirt's pocket and ambivalently paced his way over to the office's window, walking past the headmaster without the slightest of recognition. He stopped right before the massive pane of glass and gazed down at the landscape below. "Quite the view up here…" He noted in an absentminded tone, letting his eyes settle upon what seemed to be the source of the commotion. Quite the crowd of students had flocked to that side of the campus. Eve hoisted itself out of the pouch and leaped onto Delta's shoulder to get a better look. The familiar winced at what it saw, digging its face into the student's neck to obstruct its vision. This definitely wasn't an average day at an academy. Either that, or school life was more hectic than Delta had foreseen. "What did you see?" The boy nonchalantly asked. He could barely make out individual faces and features, all of them looked like ants from this height. What he could tell was that they were escorting something, or rather, somebody. "It wasn't pretty, to say the least." Eve managed to eek out, finally raising its head from the groove in Delta's neck, "As I am sure you have already guessed, that was the source of the 'music'. I singled out the decibel frequency and traced it to the source. I tried to tell you about it, but we had already arrived here by the time I was done with processing." As the popular trend went, semblances were reflections of the soul. "A canary stripped of the right to sing…" Delta mumbled as he stepped away from the window and turned around to face the headmaster, giving the man of the highest authority his iconic deadpan expression, "I guess Grane and I have enrolled during times of change. We will meet your expectations, and surpass them by far, sir." He wasn't one to speak for others, but seeing as dire times were at their doorstep, a dash of wishful thinking didn't hurt. Delta was about to gather his luggage and go out to search for their team leader, but as if on cue a student made a raucous entrance, panting uncontrollably with matted red hair hanging loosely. Eve was left dumbfounded at the sight, but as the student managed to force out some kind synopsis between breaths, the looks on the familiar's face only confirmed the statement. Delta took this chance to take out his scrolls and navigate his way to the team roster, where each of the member's profiles resided. He pressed a jutted fingertip at Robert's tab, which popped up what might as well have been a mugshot. Well, that made his job a lot easier. But introductions would have to be left for later. Delta walked over to his case and rolling bag and placed a grip on both of them, then motioned at the headmaster with a nod towards the door, "I believe you're needed, sir. We'll be right behind you."</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella After listening to Skyra giggle and compliment her, as well as clearly enjoying the food that the fox girl had brought out, Mokuren did something that felt unatural. Something she didn't think she was ever capable of, but did anyway, to the surprise of everyone in her head that was watching. She smiled. It was strangely less creepy than was originally thought, and it felt kind of nice. Then, comically missing the point, Mokuren shrugged when Skyra mentioned she was better equipped, not even noticing the groping going on. Groping was always going on in her head, so why not have some of her head out in the open as well? "My sword isn't that good. Sure it works well with my semblance, but I wouldn't say I am better equipped. We are both well equipped in our own respective areas"</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Wide eyed Skyra stared at Mokuren as the fox girl smiled. Something in her heart started to move and a stinging pain, which wasn't painful at all pierced through her innards as Skyra gazed into the face of that smiling girl. An aura she hadn't ever felt before. A strong red blush formed on her cheeks only enhanced by the embarrassment of losing her facade. Just a short while later she managed to gather herself again, but this time Skyra erupted into a hearty, honest laughter. Her rough, breathy, laughing voice rang loudly through the field and was even audible on the entire school grounds. "I didn't mean your weaponry at all!", Skyra wheezed after wiping away some of the tears from her enormously joyful eyes. "I'd say, the body is more important than one's battle utensils. You don't fight all the time and you still have to live in said body, am I not right?" Still happily smiling she pointed her finger from Moku's head over her torso, her hips and down to her feet. "In regards of fighting equipment you might not be as well equipped as I am, but as for your body, you're a lot better off than me, the tiny twerp of a girl with no defining features that clearly mark her as a girl." Skyra smirked, but then proceeded to hug Mokuren. "I'm happy to have met you, you're a cool girl and you're going to be a close friend, I can feel that much already!", she exclaimed happily with her wonderfully scratchy voice after she had let go of Moku.</s>	<\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren frowned, wondering if Skyra was having some sort of cat-fit. Maybe it was a furball? Mokuren's tail swished in an axious manner as she turned red, and then started making a loud, and strange noise that Mokuren would never have associated with laughter. But then, she wouldn't really associate much noise with laughter, she wasn't that good when it came to the associate game, especially when it came to anything in the realm of mirth. Eventually, however, Skyra recovered from her catty fit, and spoke, while wiping tears away from her eyes. Very cute eyes, Mokuren thought, much like the rest of her. "Ahh, yes. What is a sword, without the strength to wield it? What is a gun, without the skill to aim" Mokuren exclaimed, again missing the point. "I like your tiny twerp look. It makes you, you. And suits you very well, your whole twerpiness is good, like a bird with feathers. Or, a cat with a tail" Mokuren rather babbled, before being hugged. Then, while having Skyra's body pressed against her own, was the time for her own strange and rather worried noise. "Err, umm, baa..." She couldn't really find words for this huge wave of happy, friendly, kitty emotion coming from the woman. It was, to much for her. Error, error, system can not compute, shut-down imminent. Or so she would have said, if she was a computer. If she was a computer, her eyes would have turned blue, with writing scrawled across them, but she was a fox, so she simply stayed very still and squealed softly.</s>
<\|description\|>Mokuren Sabella Age:21 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass. Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to. Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example. Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone. Color: Magnolia. Emblem: Uniquely, none. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Delta Snow Delta Snow - "Is this really alright?" The question was still up in the air. A part of him was grateful that he could finally experience the possibilities of youth, but was it acceptable to move on from the now faraway days which embodied his past? He could have turned back. He could have never boarded or stepped off of that dropship and duly returned to service just like that. A slew of options which would result in him not winding up here presented themselves in his mind. The boy fell out of his trance at Robert's response, it caught him off guard, the last thing he thought the guy would answer. He was expecting something more personal, maybe a quirk people found really odd but he instead viewed it as a positive point. "Intriguing." Delta internally commented, his interest only grew when the team leader spurred on the conversation. He left it to Eve to formulate a response, waiting on standby to chime in. "Oh, Delta has served in the Atlesian Military for two years. His father's in the higher echelons of the armed forces command hub, so his starting at a young age was inevitable, and delved into arduous training throughout the entirety of his childhood." It sounded a bit cruel at first, the image of a fifteen year old serving alongside men twice his age, some relatives even considered it inhumane. "He may look like a walking twig, but he'll have your back, even when it's against the wall. I don't mean to brag, but he's hopeless without me~! Like a lost puppy drenched in the rain!" Eve began to chuckle at its own pun without remorse, until it slowly turned around to face a blank stare. "Heh...heh...pleasehavemercy." It was at that point did class finally dismiss, a signal denoting the next one soon to proceed, which he would hopefully be introduced and fully grasp the concept of. Delta tilted his head at his familiar, a minute gesture notifying his companion that it was time to go. Eve took a few moments to wallow and pout before it trotted its way across the desks and finally leaped into the pouch. The boy stood up from his seat and slipped on his hat in one fluent motion, savoring the chance to stretch out his arms. "Eve went a bit off track and forgot to answer your original question. I don't have any clinically proven phobias." Except for being flung into some social interaction where he had no footing whatsoever. He could already see the windy and contorted road ahead of him. "In requiem, I'm a sniper. At least on paper I am, but I can take vanguard any time you need. You can gauge me at your own leisure, you're the leader after all. I'll go on ahead and snag us a few seats. Who knows, maybe Eve'll get to know to know a few others students?" He briskly stated all of this without the slightest peep of emotion, only making a slight shrug at the last sentence before descending the flight of stairs leading to the exit. The grey-haired student suddenly came to a halt at the last step and turned on a dime towards his two team members. He briefly glanced at the two and opened his mouth again, "I guess the proper thing to say here would be… The best of luck to us in our future endeavors?" Delta peered down at his familiar, as if he was asking, "Did I do that right?" Eve gave the boy a warm smile and nodded in affirmation. Rather than saluting, he gave the two a sluggish wave before proceeding to the class ahead of them. Hopefully they would chat a bit among themselves, since Grane barely took part in the whole conversation. After grabbing another can of coffee, with the guidance of Eve, the boy trekked on to his next class. The question still echoed in his head, ceasing to incessantly repeat itself, hoping for a clear and resolute answer out of the very mind it originated from. A hailstorm of words could perfectly describe Delta right now. Uneasy. Uncertain. Anxious. But he also felt glad that he was at ease in these halls. He never had to factor in these emotions prior to his enrolling at Beacon. Upon entering the classroom, his ears already picked up gossiping of the event which occurred more than thirty minutes ago. Delta didn't get to bear witness to it first hand, but he would probably end up asking Eve to project it once classes were done for the day. History had been a cinch to him in the past, so he wasn't very perturbed about his current standing in the class. The only difficult part was finding a few empty seats, but there was a row lying completely vacant. He set his luggage down out of the way of inbound traffic and paced his way over to one of the seats, then treated himself to a sip of his drink while folding his arms over on the desk. "Wonder what's on the agenda for today?" He quietly asked himself, a way of practicing for an actual conversation.</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta- To History Cobalt walked towards History and nodded in agreement. "Whoever did that will pay for their crimes. I'm no man of violence, but I can make an exception when it comes to people like that." A crown had grown on Cobalt's face but he shook his head and smiled. "Anyways, I wanted to get a few things out of the way regarding our team. I feel like we all got off on the wrong foot after the incident last night, super sorry about that by the way." Cobalt frowned and looked at the ceiling. When he looked down he continued. "I don't know who your last teammate was and I don't think I can replace him. But I'll try my hardest to not screw anything up." Silence followed his words as he tried to think of what to say next. "I haven't given the best impression I'm sure but I'm not a screwup, I'm really not. I'm just a guy who puts way too much thought into things and is a bit softer on the inside than out. So let's start over." Cobalt stopped and reached out his hand to Oswald. "I'm Cobalt Chideta, newest member of team CODE. It's nice to meet you." He grinned and rubbed the back of his head with his other hand.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane, Yay learning. Krysthane wrote down the required homework in her planner and quickly made her was to history eager to see what the lesson was today. As usual it looked like everyone was bored before the lesson even began. Krysthane at the very least enjoyed history, and honestly most of her classes. Looking around for a seat she didn't really see anyone she recognized, Sephia was here but she was sitting with someone else and Krysthane didn't want to intrude so she found a seat by herself and set up her desk for the lesson, notebook already out, the music incident already forgotten.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Skyra sat up directly facing Mokuren. "You are pretty unique, yeah. To be honest, at first I thought of you as a pretty strange girl. I couldn't figure you out, but that was exactly what was intriguing for me. Until now, I was always able to figure people out, just by looking at them, but you're different. When I saw you the first time, I felt the need to explore you, to get to know you because you were different. That's why I even noticed you in the mass of people. Up to this day, I still don't understand you, but that is okay, we don't know each other very well." Yawning loudly Skyra stretched herself showing the entire extent of her flexibility and fitness. "Emotions are something awesome, aren't they? And you never really know what emotion it is exactly. Is it just friendship or is it love, is it just disdain or hate and so on. That's the appeal I feel towards emotions. But at the same time, I try to hide them from others, you know. To not be found out that my perceived bashfulness is not really all that real and stuff. That I might be a lot more girly than I let pass." She giggled. "Especially when I'm with you, I feel a lot more girly." A hearty laugh escaped Skyra's lips and she gave a quick hug to Moku again. "I think we should head back for classes again, shouldn't we?"</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom @Plank Sinatra @Krayzikk Sangue Naga - Math > History Sangue Naga blinked. Perhaps it was best to move Amaranth to a safer location. Maybe the infirmary would do, since a reason would probably be needed to skip classes. The problem was the some people needed to take notes, and she might have been better off staying awake in History class than Math. And she also found this a clever way to give her team leader a break as well, seeing how he had nearly fallen in battle against the dozens of ones and zeros. "The infirmary... It may be a good place to take her. If not, then maybe... a bench. Or any quiet place... would be good if you can explain things to the teachers." The red-haired woman packed her things as she turned to Lauren and Ben. "I will take notes in the next class. So don't... mind taking time in helping her." Sangue glanced at Amy one last time before walking to her next class. Her expression may have been idle, but her eyes had an obvious glint of concern for the Faunus's health.</s>	<\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren listened to Skyra, and felt her heart tighten with strange, alien emotions. She wasn't their biggest fan, and so she sprouted out a line that sounded perfectly fine in her head. "I don't like you" Mokuren then smiled softly, not having the faintest clue that she had put her foot in it, big time. She simply hugged Skyra back, and shrugged nonchalantly, feeling her insides swell with wonder at the laugh from Skyra. "Class is mostly just people speaking. Speaking is great for people who can speak, but all I can do is talk, so I don't see much point in it. Still, I should go. They get all hissy cat when I avoid to many of them" Mokuren stood, brushed off her nice ass, and then looked to Skyra, waiting for her to get ready.</s>
<\|description\|>Mokuren Sabella Age:21 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass. Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to. Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example. Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone. Color: Magnolia. Emblem: Uniquely, none. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Aura Control Class Advanced manipulation of one's soul, huh? To extend one's own self away from their very body to strike at the enemy, it was honestly a pretty snazzy, yet also incredibly intriguing, manner of combat. What would overexertion do to how someone perceived themselves? How would it affect their personality? It was really some food for thought, and the metaphysics that lied behind it all could be staggering. How did it all work? Why did they have souls? Why could they do the really cool 武术 with them? It was so strange. Yet also so incredibly awesome. Taidan thoughtlessly blew a long strand of pinkish-brown hair away from his eyes, reaching out with a delicate hand to brush his bangs to the side. His cheery, purple eyes ambled across the room, watching his fellow classmates partner up and get to work with testing out what Teach' had just showed them. It was fun, seeing how everyone's aura worked. The sparks and bright lights of people's souls drew quiet "oohs" and "aahs" from his mouth, his curiosity absolutely transfixed by the sights. It looked really fun, though everyone seemed to have already partnered up, like Boss V with that lynx girl (Jasmine, his mind supplied). Was nobody free? Naoko over there seemed a bit aimless. Maybe he should intervene. Large eyes transfixing themselves at the back of the other boy's head, Taidan's Semblance arm detached from his body, the intangible, invisible essence travelling down the rows of seats towards his fellow member in Team KNVS. It solidified at the hand, and gently began to ruffle at Naoko's greying hair.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – VGNB – History Class Vega arrived inside history class to seeing most of the seats had been filled. Looking around, she could not find Gratia or Napoli. Napoli most likely skipped class and Gratia picking up the new teammate as the replacement for Bianca. So, she sat down in the back of the class and opened up her scroll to messaging. She sent a text to Gratia. I'm in history class. Are bringing our new teammate? What's the person name? With that, Vega then focused on listening to Professor Oobleck speaking about history. -- Sarina Tala Dei – JSSC – Aura Control Class Pinpoint counter…hm as Vanhomrigh and Iderson demonstrated. The concept of Aura control was not foreign to Sarina. She experimented with her aura as a weapon before attaining Arbiter/Tormento and her semblance which seemed so long ago though. Pinpoint counter was an interesting concept and she could apply to her semblance defensive capabilities. Her class then went into partners for practicing pinpoint counter. Sarina didn't have any partner as she looked around. Banks had paired up with Gilver and her other teammates were not around. Sarina had a deep curiosity for Varius as she briefly looked at him. When she transferred to Beacon during her 3rd year, other students compared her to him as being similar and some people pressuring her to date Varius and go into relationship with him which she ignored. Either way, Sarina had some interest in knowing more about him since they are part of the same graduating class as she waited for a partner reclining near a wall.</s> <\|message\|>Valin Nash Valin - Midnight Squad Warehouse Valin made his way to the cardboard box, the thought of causing chaos was something that warmed his heart, confusion was just something that he excelled at doing! He lightly placed the tip of his shoe onto the edge of the box, and bent forward to grab one of the mask. He pulled out a reinforced clown mask, and he chuckled at the sight of the intimidating thing. "This will mask, this will do." Valin strapped it onto his face, this is actually a pretty well made mask, he might keep it after this heist, he could use some more clown mask. His attention soon turned towards the boy named Amber. Again, Valin didn't think much of the kid, it was just another person trying to hide themselves when they should be doing the opposite, youth is always the time to express one self. Guess Amber didn't really get it, but, Valin will learn his secrets and spread them to the world, then he can't hide anything anymore! Valin snickered under his mask as Amber asked the question if Violet would go on a date with her. He knew it was a long shot, but it was still funny seeing people flail around. True, Valin did hit on her, but that was more to get a response. And low and behold, he was shot down. Valin backed away from the cardboard box as Violet got near, raising his hands in the air like he was just about to be arrested. After she left, the grimy boy looked at Amber with a grin under his mask. He made a pistol with his fingers, and then fired it adding a sound effect into the taunt, "Call me on the radio when you need me to start, lover boy." Valin exited the warehouse, finally obtaining some fresh air compared to the burnt air inside of the stuffy building. He pulled off his mask, shoving into his backpack for later use and started to make his way to the hospital area to start some disorder in the streets.</s> <\|message\|>Naoko Kuma Naoko was completely unaware when something ruffled between his hair. He whipped around to see Taidan with his arm extended, seemingly using his signature semblance that Naoko never got quite used to. jokingly rolled his eyes as he walked over to his teammate. "You had any luck yet?" He asked. "I can't seem to focus it enough." Naoko explained. He then took a battle ready stance. "Shall we give it a go?" He asked, with a small grin on his face. "Want to try repelling first?"</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan Taidan leaned back into his chair, arms crossed behind his head. He shot his teammate a beaming smile, eyes clearly filled with his intent to attempt what the teachers had showed them. With Naoko's attention now on him, this was going all exactly to plan. "Of course!" he declared, before abruptly popping out of his chair, dropping himself into a defensive stance. He could feel his own aura already beginning to flow around him, its warmth both inspiring and comforting at the same time. It was like a low flame, burning slowly until time called for it to become a roaring tempest, the climax of a crescendo. Of course, here he would be repelling Naoko's aura, rather than becoming the very embodiment of a firestorm. Taidan's defensive capabilities weren't something he'd really explored a lot, but it should be fine, right? It wasn't as if he was going to take an Atlesian cannon straight to the face, after all. It was just a pal's aura. "Hit me with your best shot, Nao!"</s> <\|message\|>Grane Blauer Grane Blauer "A party? Damn bro, You just want me to violate parole huh?" Grane picked out a business card from his stack. It seemed professionally made, something he hadn't expected, but, what the hell. At least he was getting a party! sort of. It didn't seem as if class was starting anytime soon, the professor was MIA as far as he knew, so it was a perfect time to invite everyone. Grane began tossing cards on the desks of students present in history class. "Party coming up. Call my man Gren for more details!" He haphazardly threw cards and people, as if they were singles and he was the richest guy to have ever lived. "It'll be great! Booze, noodles, steak, blackjack, hookers, we're going to have it all! Grane soon had cards on everyone's desk, and took his own seat to prepare for class.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate If Doctor Oobleck noticed the ubiquitous business cards, the tangible tension between some of the students, or the drowsiness of a one-armed redhead, he took no notice. After appearing seemingly out of nowhere in a characteristic burst of speed, he wasted no time launching into a lecture concerning some of the earliest civilizations to have ever populated Remnant. He glossed over their societal norms, art, architecture, and accomplishments, peppering his conversation with questions to the students -often specifically, to keep some of the less-interested teens involved- and trying to narrow down potential thousands of years of history into clear and precise analysis. To be sure, those without drive to learn and discover would doubtlessly find his instruction yawn-inducing, but any student in their right mind would have to admit that this topic was fascinating. To look back across the ages and discover the roots of not only modern society and culture, but thought itself, was a valuable and insightful pursuit. Plus, to any still plagued by the thought of the silenced singer brought in earlier, a new topic might be a welcome distraction. It did not, however, last forever. Even as Oobleck drilled into the vaults of history, time itself ticked by, and before too long the class found the passing bell ringing through the halls again. With Combat, Math, and History out of today's way, there came again that magical time of day for all to rest and refuel, even if only for a little while: lunch. The cafeteria was open as usual, but after an installation during the weekend, a brand-new on-campus eatery called Deli N'Doul was open for business as well. Today's dishes in the cafeteria were fish fillets, two varieties of pizza, peas with carrot, buttery potato slices, corn-on-the-cob, macaroni, and the obligatory salad bar. Though one of the first ones into the huge room, Abel did not immediately make for any place in particular. He wanted to stick with his teammates or, if they'd already made plans for lunch as well as after school, wait for an informative message to pop up on his scroll. His head was still buzzing from all the history injected into it, but it wasn't a painful sensation. On his mind right now were two things: how exactly ancient cultures' ideas about the world might feed into contemporary ones, and trying to make himself seem cool and casual should Krysanthe appear. -=-=- food time has arrived. Enjoy!</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta-Lunch Cobalt calmly got out of his seat, with a little difficulty due to his size, and walked out of the room and to Deli N'Doul. He had heard some students talking about it as he walked through the halls, it sounded fairly alright. He questioned when they had went to it and decided they probably skipped on history. Cobalt pondered why anyone would skip such a delightful class and shrugged. Some people weren't that smart. He arrived at the Deli and ordered a table for four. He got out his scroll and texted his teammates to come on by if they wanted a free meal. Unfortunately he realized he had no idea what their numbers were. Oh wait, they were already in the scroll. Thank god the school gave him his teammates numbers, it would've been embarrassing if he had ordered a table for four and nobody showed up. He ordered some salad on the side and to drink he wanted a glass of water. He decided to hold off on the main course until everyone else got here.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Eyes wide open Skyra stared at Mokuren. She actually never heard what Mokuren said after the 'I don't like you' thing. Completely overwhelmed by Moku's statement Skyra sat there and just stared before, completely unwillingly a few tears escaped her eyes. No those weren't tears. A Skyra doesn't cry. The air was just way too dry... "You don't like me? Why are you sticking around me then?", she managed to croak out of her throat, her usual raspy voice making it sound a lot more hurt. "Are you just playing with me? I liked you..." Suddenly the barriers broke and Skyra down. "Every time I try to make friends this happens...", she whispered her crying face in her lap, knees kept tight to her chest.</s>	<\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren was unsure what was going ot happen after she admitted her true feelings. Super Sad Crying Skyra, was not on her list of possiblities though, and she was caught sorely off guard by the tears and hysterics. "Umm....I think I may have said that wrong. I don't like, what you do to me. Before you, life was simple. Just, 'wake up, hate people, eat cheese, go to bed'. But, you have propogated all these strange feelings and emotions in me and I don't understnad them. I don't know what to do with them, or if I will ever fail to return the way you feel about me because of my ineptitude with the whole thing. And, that, is why I said, what I said. In a very untactful manner. You make my life complicated and confusing" Mokuren finished, before wrapping her rather strong arms around Skyra. "If you want to leave me now, knowing I'll probably never be able to feel for you like you do for me, I'll understand. But, if you want to stick around and help me deal with this new life, then I would be most happy"</s>
<\|description\|>Mokuren Sabella Age:21 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass. Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to. Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example. Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone. Color: Magnolia. Emblem: Uniquely, none. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Cafeteria, Lone Table Venetia was certainly irritated today, if she was already resorting to cheap "wit" in order to response to whatever had bruised her ego (in this case, Gratia's laconic manner and abrasive tendencies). An obvious side effect of flying all the fucking way back to the motherland. Why did she even go back? What the hell could have needed their leader's presence on a school day? Gratia couldn't think of a single fucking thing. The huntress chewed away at her roll again, an aura of utter nonchalance and impassivity surrounding her and the table she was sitting at. The irksome chit chatter of the student masses around her seemed to flow away from the lone teenage girl. She was completely, utterly, alone. Gratia shot off a reply to Vignoble's leader. >What crawled up your cunt today that has you bitchier than a mongrel in heat? And she returned once more to her lunch.</s> <\|message\|>Naoko Kuma Naoko Kuma- Naoko looked at Taidan and gave him a sly smile. "If you say so T." He had a tendency of calling his teammates the first letter of their names. Just a little quirk he had. Then, without warning, Naoko went for Taidan. He attacked with his right fist with a single spear strike. Hopefully, creating a smaller surface area would make it more difficult for Taidan to focus his aura to reflect the attack. Although, if he could, Naoko would sure as hell squeeze every bit of information that allowed his partner to deflect the attack.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Fallout Groaning at the suddenly booming group of people, Oswald delivered a lopsided smile to Gren's announcement. While he enjoyed the trip to Sapphire's uncle's bar, he was neither up for a rerun, or for any other recreational activities that night. Turning to Shirou and Gren, Oswald shook his head. "I'll have to skip out on this one. Got my share of song and booze last night." Turning to Sapphire, he couldn't help but laugh a bit. "Looks like you're in over your head with this one." Diamond's response to the situation with Cobalt was...to be expected. He was a bit surprised at the venom with which she spoke, but they'd hardly met on good terms. He understood the girl's reluctance to blindly follow another person after their mission. "She might be able to use a little restraint and tact as well....but she isn't wrong. One errant shell got a few dozen people killed. The members who are no longer here killed all but one of them, I believe. Diamond kept her hands clean of it all, as she was on reconnaissance when the first shot went out." Sighing at the realization that he wasn't going to escape that line of thought any time soon, he leaned back in his chair. "That's why. I don't know exactly what living on the streets was like for her, but the prickly pears tend to have reasons for their thorns. It just takes a careful hand to avoid getting stabbed."</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Lunch "..." Sangue observed Lauren carefully, then decided to keep silent. She gave a small nod at Lauren's statement, and though she wanted to cheer her up somehow, Sangue had to keep in mind that cheering people up was the last thing her confidence could drive her to do well in. The red-haired swordswoman looked up to her side, only to find her team leader, Benjamin Lloyd, sitting next to them. "Hello, Ben," Sangue greeted, her idle tone never fazing. She did feel happy that her team leader popped up. The more teammates that were around her, the better she felt, for some reason; especially of the leader himself was around, as that meant the team would be more prepared for sudden situations that occur out-of-the-blue. Hearing that Amaranth was doing well, Sangue's concern for Amaranth's health turned into a longing to see the Faunus. Though Sangue did not know much about Amaranth aside from knowledge she acquired from brief conversations between her teammates, she still considered her teammates' healthy conditions to be a higher priority over any mission. It was a shame that she did not know how to transfer the thought into a message without making it sound like a formal speech. The red-haired woman glanced at Ben's food, then at her food. Then she took a look at Lauren's food, then at Ben's food, and then her own again. "..." Sangue carefully took another bite out of her pizza. @Plank Sinatra</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta Cobalt sighed and tossed his wallet on the table. He cursed lightly under his breath and began to speak. "Pay for whoever needs to be payed for Oswald. I have to go take care of this." He had fully expected something like this to happen, but not in front of so many people. This was going to take some work to fix. Cobalt pushed his chair out and walked towards where Diamond had run off to. It took a little running but he caught up to her quickly. "Is there any particular problem you have with me? I get it, I fucked up last night. I'm trying to fix it okay! I payed for like, five people just now so I could try and make up for my mistake!" He was yelling now and getting quite frustrated. He took a deep breath and sighed. "I didn't ask to be the leader you know, if I had been listening when Headmaster Ozpin said I was then I sure as hell would've declined. Do you want to be leader or something? I can make that happen. Probably." He wasn't too sure about that last part actually. He would have to talk to Headmaster Ozpin about that one. "Oswald told me the whole story. I'm not gonna claim I'm any better or worse than your last teammate. I'm going to be the best that I can though. But I can't be that best unless I have a team to back me up. I'm not asking to be friends, although I do want to be. I'm asking for another chance. So can we please start over? I'm Cobalt Chideta, it's nice to meet you." Cobalt reached his hand out and smiled.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Outside the Deli To be honest, Diamond did not expect Cobalt to to try and fix this in any way at all. She was surprised he did, and so quickly - so far he struck her as the type that would be silently brooding over his failure. Alright, plus point for you. the girl thought, stopping to actually listen. She swiveled slightly away as Cobalt yelled his frustration out, but kept a straight face despite thinking it rude and not exactly the proper tone to use when 'trying to fix it'. She was a little conflicted about the next part. It made her feel a little bad about herself for snapping at Cobalt like she did when he didn't even want the position, and yet she felt justified, hearing as he didn't even paid enough attention to the headmaster himself, missing a rather critical information. Her composure broke when Cobalt asked her if she wanted the leadership, her eyebrows shooting up. Sighing, Diamond hung her head and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Look... For what it's worth, I'm sorry for snapping at you at public. Maybe a learning point for both of us to have these conversations behind closed doors next time. And no, this isn't a power struggle or some shit like that. I have been relying on only myself right up to starting my studies here. It is... hard to trust someone to make decisions for me. Including the headmaster making one about who's going to be the man making them for me. That doesn't mean I feel qualified to make them for others myself, quite the opposite. But I meant what I said - if you can convince me you have what it takes, I will follow you to battle regardless of what I might personally think of you, so consider yourself still on the first chance in that area." Diamond explained. She didn't take the offered hand though. "But as far as personal things go? I'd rather be actually shot at than just stare down the barrel of a gun, even more so when I'm home, wearing bloody pajamas. You don't even realize how lucky you are you managed to scare me frozen. I would have likely hurt you right there on instinct." Diamond said in an angered tone, her arm flying up to Cobalt, and all of a sudden the man had the blade of a jet-black knife pointing at his stomach to prove her point. Dissolving the weapon back into her own shadow, she looked away: "That's nightmare fuel I won't soon forget. So I'm sorry, but I don't feel like being buddies, or even too comfortable being around you if you have that little impulse control." she finished and started walking again.</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Aura Control Class What was aura? The lifeblood of all beings, the power of the soul that every creature but the terrible Grimm possessed within them? For all that humanity relied upon it, there was so much that they had yet to learn, so much that waited out there for them to delve deep into. The amount of potential knowledge was so vast, but in the end, here, at this very moment, Taidan cared little for what the mysteries of aura could offer him except for what pertained to his current interest. That was, of course, blocking Naoko's attack. Aura always seemed as if it could do anything, a powerful form of energy that could be manipulated by people for all sorts of purposes. But there were limits; it was the power of the soul after all, and so it would be the owner of that soul who would decide what their aura could do. A relaxed dude and dudette would have a pretty flowing, untouchable type of aura, and they'd probably wouldn't have a hard, rocky wall of immense defensive power that maybe a stubborn workaholic cop could utilise. He himself, as a cute, fiery guy, wouldn't have had any of that. He was fiesty, energetic, burning like the sun that gave them all life! Even as he breathed and cycled his aura around his body, he could feel the sparks, the crescendo of heat and fun in his blood that was so utterly him. Though that did bring into question the matter of how static his soul was. What if he, the ancestors forbid, became a boring, lazy husk of a person? Besides being yuck and horrifying, what would it do to his aura? It did stem from his soul after all, but how malleable was the soul by the stuff he did in life? How much of his personality was influenced by it? Where did nature end and nurture begin? Was he always going to be such a cuddly guy? Would he one day no longer be the raging firestorm? His aura spiked, energy seemingly rolling of him in waves as he met Naoko's attack with a finger. The fire in his blood screamed, rushing towards that single point and condensing into a visible, golden-orange glow. This was Taidan's soul. A scorching power that found Naoko's fist exactly.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn "Nooooooooo!", Skyra flailed and fake-shouted. "Not my tomboy image!" Another fit of laughter arrived and shook her tiny body. It took a while for this fit to cede and after that Skyra looked right into Mokuren's eyes and with a serious, but still somewhere joking, voice she stated: "I already wear a skirt in combat... and here in school, too, with that uniform. I don't need no dress!" While still that close, Skyra breathed in and caught a whiff of Moku's lovely, foxy smell. How did she manage to smell that nice all the time? That thought, though, was for another time, since her scroll beeped. "Huh... Krys is inviting me for lunch... to this new deli place or something...", she looked up from her scroll and sized up Mokuren for a minute until she, suddenly excited again, spurted out: "Wanna come with me? Eat a nice lunch? Don't worry about the money, I'll invite you."</s>	<\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren watched Skyra flail as her tom-boy image was mercilessly destroyed, and twirlied an invisible mustache, laughing evily out loud. "HahaHAhaha" However, all joking and laughing aside, she managed to retain some shread of sanity when Skyra spoke. "Ohh, a skirt is no good. It has to be a beautiful dress, one that flows and makes you look so beautiful" Mokuren explained, her nose bleeding as the prospect of such an attractive sight. Then, on a stray bit of wind, Mokuren caught Skyra's scent in full, and it made her happy. This girl, this faunus, smelled so good, for whatever reason it was, Mokuren wasn't about to complain. What she did do, however, was advance on the girl and nuzzle her neck, but only for a few seconds, since she was interupted by bleeping. "Die foul bleeping thing!" She exzclaimed, before Skyra dealt with it. Apparently, it was an invite to lunch, with Skyra. Skyra inviting to lunch. Skyra Lunch! Swiftly imitating a tomato in colour, Mokuren bit her lip hesitently for a few seconds, and then nodded. "I...like that idea. It's a date!" She declared with great vigor, only to freeze when she heard what she had actually said, and remain stiff, awaiting the judgement of Skyra.</s>
<\|description\|>Priscilla Montgomery Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Priscilla's weapon is called _Beauty's Thorn_. It's a very simple weapon that transforms into three kind of styles. Big Hammer Mode, Katana Mode and her all time favorite, the rifle. There isn't much information about the weapon but that it's just bad as, seriously. Specialty: Priscilla is all about aiding her team and sometimes doing the plans. She isn't the BEST fighter of the team BUT the girl can fight. Priscilla mainly is to protect her teammates with upcoming attacks, like for example by putting up a force field around her teammate, or taking the hit for her team. That's what Priscilla's role is about, aiding her team, other words the defense. Oh she is also good at medical, doesn't have healing powers but she could make someone feel good by actually using medical items. Semblance: Priscilla's semblance is a more defensive semblance. She uses pink colored force fields to shield her team or deflect attacks. At times this power could also be offensive but she barely uses this semblance as offensive. At times she could but only in emergencies or when herself or her team are in big trouble. This force field offensive attack is actually sending a force field flying towards the enemy, making that enemy fly away or trapped inside the force field. Personality: Priscilla is the sweetest and kindest girl a person could meet. She is extremely loyal and will always protect those who she loves. She is very loud and outgoing, loves to run around and be active. At times Priscilla can be a downer and usually not be the person that she is, and that is because at times, She thinks that with her personality she may bother some people and they calling her an annoying girl. It has happened before. Priscilla can be shy and quiet around people she doesn't know OR in a big crowd. But other than that, she is helpful to her friends. Will do anything to help them out and protect them at any cause and she will always be there for them if they need her. Oh! And Priscilla is a very brave girl when it comes to fighting, her personality is still the same, happy and laughter but in combat she focuses to get things done. Color: Pink Emblem: Priscilla's emblem is plain and simple. It's a pink heart with a katana marked in the middle. Simple right?</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren's mental durability was snapped at the hearing of her nickname 'moku-moku'. Her future meal was babbling, but by now she couldn't even understand what he was trying to say. "Isn't a nickname supposed to be shorter, or easier to say than the original name?" she muttered out loud, before looking to the other man. "You are crazy, and you speak out of your ass" She stated bluntly, before turning to walk off. "i'm going into town now, there are things I need to do" She told the group, turning and stiffly walking away. The craziness of this group was going to be the death of them. She wasn't sure she could handle then even when she wasn't fighting the urge to kill them.</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni sighed dreamily as Mokuren walked away angrily. He was defiantly into her, he liked the angry, I wanna kill you now types. Unfortunately, Geni had a feeling that if she had not left, something bad may have happened. Geni had a knack for doing stuff like that, pushing people over the edge, but nothing had ever sent shivers down his spine. He would have to work on that, find away to get past that hard exterior and find away into that soft interiorof hers, if she had one. Geni had to wonder what she was going into town though, were they not supposed to get ready for bed? It was getting pretty late. But if anything happened, Geni knew that she could handle it, she had handled the Salamander Nest fine, so anything in the city would be like child's play for her, at least that's what he hoped. "Bye beautiful!" He yelled as she disappeared for view. "Im going to head for the dorms, long day tomorrow." He said to the rest of his teammates as he walked away, tomorrow would defiantly be a long day, for his fellow students.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren finished his long winded speech by putting away the snacks he had brought. It was getting late, and no doubt Kuhaku and Sapphire needed to recover still. Sapphire seems to be in a slightly better temperament, but more improvement could always be done. But not today. As he was going to help up he saw Kuhaku drop his cake, his napkin dramatically shattering on the floor somehow. "Shiro?" Gren walked towards his partner who was cowering on the floor. This was obviously not good, less so when Shiro started to arm himself. He was in no condition to leave seeing that he was still mentally disturbed. "Shiro, please hold on...." And that's when Kuhaku flung himself out of the window that Gren had used to enter. Sapphire tried to give chase but her injuries prevented her from doing so. She handed Gren a syringe full of sedative, which Gren was hesitant to accept. He had no idea what sort of dosage was needed for it to work on Kuhaku, and he knew if he used too much... Kuhaku may never wake up. But he did take it as a last resort. "I'll keep in touch." And than Gren threw himself out of the window as well, with much less grace than Kuhaku did. He simply landed on his feet, burying himself knee deep into the ground. But he didn't let that stop him as he pulled his feet out and hunted down Kuhaku. Luckily for Gren all he needed to do was follow Kuhaku's path of destruction. He must have gotten tunnel vision from how narrow his path was. Gren activated his Semblance to reduce the friction underneath his feet once he got his momentum and more-or-less slide after Kuhaku. Crushed grass and the sound of snoring was all Gren needed to find his partner asleep in the grass. His face was concerned, but also serious. He dared not wake Kuhaku up. Who knows what sort of thing he might do. Seeing that his partner was armed where Gren wasn't however, all he could do was put his helmet on in the even Kuhaku tries to hit him in the face or something. Than gently, Gren tried to pick up Kuhaku and bring him back to their dormitories. He'll need Abel to watch over him while Gren gets the medical equipment to ensure Kuhaku makes a full recover. Whatever was in those IV's must have been keeping him sane, and if he needed that oxygen mask he just have lost control of his lungs at some point too. Gren sighed as he tried to think what other measures he'd have to take to ensure that Kuhaku doesn't inadvertently endanger himself.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku felt himself be lifted off of the ground, being carried away. Opening his eyes slightly he tried to see who it was, too exhausted and drained of strength to be able to struggle and fight. In an odd state between wakefulness and slumber, he was able to open his eyes enough to see Gren's face. His face coming through clearly against the still-blurred background of his partially-impaired vision. A slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips, he reached a paw out and placed it right on Gren's face. In his sleep-drunken stupor, his glazed eyes seemed to recognize him. "Gren.." his smile grew wider. He seemed to recall something funny and laughed weakly. "Dat figh...in da tun...nel...'swas fun, innit?" He sighed and closed his eyes, words slurring slightly. "We ok...dun fel ba..d..." He laughed musically and patted the front of Gren's face, his paw still on it. "Saphy...she..." His words trailed off, unfinished. With the flip of a coin, his mood changed. His face twisted in agony as he clutched at his chest with his other paw, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. "I'm sorry..." he sniffled, choking out the words. "I forgot you all." Sniffling, he removed his paw from Gren's face. Just as quickly as his mood changed, it changed once more. Ears flattening, tail curling around his own leg, he balled himself up and pressed himself closely against Gren for warmth. Making a grumpy sound and frowning, he muttered "You're cold. Not very..warm" He then yawned, quickly falling back into a deep sleep. Snoring lightly, his body eventually relaxed. A playful smile on his face he uttered one last comment, "'Swas fun..."</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate As soon as Shiro began to move, Abel stood up, and not just to avoid the shards of cheap china and splatter of cake. Of course, he wanted to help, but he had never experienced anyone with this problem before. Back at the edge of Vale, on the walls near the town of Palisade, people with mental problems were few and far between. Abel had always avoided them; it was easier to simply ignore those unfortunate souls and let the more qualified attend to them, rather than try to get involved and expose himself to helpless worry. A couple courses of action flitted through his mind: he could shout really loudly, or strike Shiro, to jar him to his senses., or he could restrain him or try to talk him down. When the faunus grabbed his weapons, Abel wisely decided that taking physical action probably wasn't a good idea. Looking all the world like a terrified animal, Shiro jumped straight out the window. Abel took an instinctive step to stop him, but the faunus was already through the aperture before the guardian could lay a hand on him. His frown deepened, and he allowed Sapphire to push past him to get at the window. She's not seriously thinking about jumping...? he wondered, incredulous. Forgetting his unhappiness with the girl, he reached forward to grab her if she attempted it, but she quickly turned away. Sapphire was the last person that Abel expected to start taking charge of the situation, but for the first time since they met, she did her job. Relieved that the girl might not be a lost cause after all, Abel crossed his arms and listened to her with his signature serious expression. As she outlined her plan, Abel considered Shiro a little more. Was he losing his mind, or was this simply an unavoidable side effect of his semblance? If the latter was the case, Abel was truly sorry. Such a power was more a curse than a blessing. The obvious conclusion, however, was that Shiro used his semblance knowing what it would do to him, because he cared about his teammates. That was something Abel would have to work hard to repay. When Sapphire was done, and Gren had defenestrated himself, Abel nodded to her and dived out the window headfirst. While plummeting, he swung his mass around in a crude somersault. The landing strategy was simply, but for almost anyone else, it would have been very painful. Abel hit the ground with his upper shoulders force, turning the impact into a roll that put most of the force on his broad back. There was a popping sound, but it was nothing more than that, a pop. Anything truly threatening was shielded by his aura, and as he brought himself to his feet, Abel could feel the electric tingling moving through him. He paused momentarily to get his bearings, during which he noticed the holes in the ground where Gren had partially embedded himself. Heavy man, even without armor. Then, he took off, moving with strides large enough to keep pace with smaller, technically faster hunters. Without a friction-controlling semblance, he had a harder time navigating the area. By the time he spotted his target, Shiro was already held over the shoulder of Gren. Relieved to have found him so quickly, Abel pulled out his scroll and dialed Sapphire. "Gren found him. We're coming back now to put him to bed." He paused. It didn't seem like he was doing enough to help. Then he remembered. "Rather, we're taking him back to the room. Forgot about the whole phobia thing you mentioned. See you tomorrow, I guess." With Gren by his side, he reentered the main building, holding the door open. As Gren passed, Abel got a close-up look at Shiro's face. There was a strangely peaceful smile there. Though it didn't make the guardian smile in return, it gratified him to finally know for sure that everything was going to be okay. "Poor fellow," he remarked, and the small group trekked to the official Team Swansong dorm.</s>	<\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery Priscilla looked at Robert as she smiled at him when he gave her the piece of cookie. She gladly grabbed the other half of the cookie and dipped it slowly into the milk, ofcourse because she was gentle. The milk didn't spurt out like he did earlier on. As they continued to eat their food, she saw that Robert actually wanted to leave. It made her a bit sad because she wanted to spend time with him, but they did need to go back to the dorms to see what was up for tomorrow. As they finished eating, Priscilla nodded at Robert. "Sure. Let's bring them some hamburgers with fries, since that's what boys usually like right? I mean, I'm just saying. Or Pizza. There's pizza there. I should bring an apple for myself." she said standing up and throwing away her food on the garbage and walking back towards Robert, smiling at him. "Off we go, Leader." giggle.</s>
<\|description\|>Priscilla Montgomery Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Priscilla's weapon is called _Beauty's Thorn_. It's a very simple weapon that transforms into three kind of styles. Big Hammer Mode, Katana Mode and her all time favorite, the rifle. There isn't much information about the weapon but that it's just bad as, seriously. Specialty: Priscilla is all about aiding her team and sometimes doing the plans. She isn't the BEST fighter of the team BUT the girl can fight. Priscilla mainly is to protect her teammates with upcoming attacks, like for example by putting up a force field around her teammate, or taking the hit for her team. That's what Priscilla's role is about, aiding her team, other words the defense. Oh she is also good at medical, doesn't have healing powers but she could make someone feel good by actually using medical items. Semblance: Priscilla's semblance is a more defensive semblance. She uses pink colored force fields to shield her team or deflect attacks. At times this power could also be offensive but she barely uses this semblance as offensive. At times she could but only in emergencies or when herself or her team are in big trouble. This force field offensive attack is actually sending a force field flying towards the enemy, making that enemy fly away or trapped inside the force field. Personality: Priscilla is the sweetest and kindest girl a person could meet. She is extremely loyal and will always protect those who she loves. She is very loud and outgoing, loves to run around and be active. At times Priscilla can be a downer and usually not be the person that she is, and that is because at times, She thinks that with her personality she may bother some people and they calling her an annoying girl. It has happened before. Priscilla can be shy and quiet around people she doesn't know OR in a big crowd. But other than that, she is helpful to her friends. Will do anything to help them out and protect them at any cause and she will always be there for them if they need her. Oh! And Priscilla is a very brave girl when it comes to fighting, her personality is still the same, happy and laughter but in combat she focuses to get things done. Color: Pink Emblem: Priscilla's emblem is plain and simple. It's a pink heart with a katana marked in the middle. Simple right?</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni's tail flicked around agitatedly, this faunas was kind of weird. Although Geni had made it a rule not to judge people, it was kind of hard to do so when the guys you set next to looked like he wanted to bite the hell out anything that moved. Geni a mental note not to make this guy is mad, it might be the end of him. "Interesting weapon it is." He said nervously. "Your weapon looks like a real killer, mind if I take a swing." He said with a smile. This Tiger Faunas was the first faunas he had a real calm conversation with since the Mokuren incident. He hoped that this conversation would turn out better than the last one. Geni then noticed another faunas in the room, and this time it was a girl. Geni had unusually bad luck with girls, but that did not stop himself from flirting or talking to them. "Excuse me for one moment." He said to the tiger faunas before he could respond to his earlier request. He stood up and walked over to the woman's table. She was an unusual faunas, she was kind of like a bird, that was different, and she was dressed well for a student. "Hello, my name is Geni, but you can call me Genie." He said holding his hand out for her to shake. "Your a new student, huh, well, I guess a new, new student." He said jokingly.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson She said yes! She said yes! Robert had to use all of his self-control to keep himself from jumping up and down in excitement, and verbally expressing it as well. He almost couldn't believe it. The only physical sign of his almost overwhelming joy was the ridiculous grin he had on his face. As Priscilla wrapped her arm around him he wrapped his arm around her with his free hand, since he was still holding his uneaten food. Robert then noticed that Priscilla was eyeing his food. He offered it to her, but not without spinning a joke out of the situation. "Here, take what you want, Ms. I'm-so-angry-that-I'm-going-to-throw-all-of-my-food-away-in-a-fit-of-rage." He laughed just to make sure that she knew he was teasing her and not making fun of her. The bell suddenly rang, the noise so loud that it cut off any thought that Robert was having of saying another bad joke. "Please tell me you have Grimm Studies with Mr. Port, too. I'd hate to have to walk their alone," he said, his tone sounding like a mixture of forced sadness and suppressed laughter. Never mind, it appears that nothing can stop Robert from expressing his horrible sense of humor.</s> <\|message\|>Victor Glade Noticing that no one seemed to be burning bridges Victor relaxed a little, "Sure, I guess I can forgive you but I don't know about Victor, he's probably hurt after you offended his great captain." Victor had to raise an eyebrow at Rayna's retort and had to cover a laugh with a cough when she winked at him. Returning Rayna's food to her Victor was almost offended that she had to ask if he had her food "Of course I do, I wouldn't be doing a good job of guarding your stuff if I had left it unguarded would I? Anyway, if I can speak frankly, maybe we should avoid poking the wasp nest for a while? Give it some time let the little storm blow over and then we can repair bridges... although there is something to be said about rivalries and grudges." Returning to the lunch table Victor sat down next to Rayna and started eating. He was getting a bit annoyed since he didn't want to eat with his robotic arm, he just had to clean it later. After ten minutes of relative silence and a lesson in annoyance Rayna spoke up "Do you think that gung-ho Rampaged leader has a thing for Priscilla?" "I don't know, probably? It's interesting, but of no immediate use to us as far as I can tell." grabbing a napkin Victor started meticulously cleaning his prosthetic arm. "I'm so glad that I have Armory next, they'll have proper maintenance tools, right?" as he asked this the bell rang for the next class. Standing up Victor stretched "Well off we go. Hopefully I can fix what I need to." pausing Victor looked around and asked his teammates "Where are you all heading next?" Victor waited, not wanting to be rude and feeling that they should go together when they could.</s> <\|message\|>Merlin "Tarot" Taupe Merlin quickly inhaled the last bit of food that was left in his tray in completely silence. He didn't find himself particularly interested in the conversations around him and found no real reason to interject any of them. He did, however, give a small smile as Ivan got 'told' and stormed out. Merlin looked at the time and found he had plenty of time left to meander about. He stood up, walked to a trash can, and tossed whatever inedible object that were left on his tray away. He then walked out of the cafeteria and took a nice walk. It had been forever since Merlin had been so relaxed. He let out a long sigh of relief. He hasn't really had anytime to relax lately. Nobody to blame but himself, he has spent many of his waking hours practicing and studying to enhance his abilities even farther. Combat isn't something that comes naturally to him, and he has to spend a lot of time theorizing, practicing, and implementing it. Merlin continued to live in his own head as he walk the grounds of Beacon. It wasn't until he heard the bell in the background, signalling the end of lunch, that he snapped out of it. He pulled out his scroll and searched for the name and location of his next class. "Grimm Studies, huh? Well, I hope there are live specimens for us to examine." He said with a hint of excitement in his voice. He then put his scroll away and zoomed off to his next class. He walked into the classroom and noticed that not everyone has arrived. This left quite a few open seats to choose from. Merlin gave off a small smile as he walked though the sea of desks. He decided to stop and sit at a desk that had two openings on both ends. He took off his cloak and laid it behind him. He then leaned back and waited for class to start.</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson groaned a little seeing how he just asked Pricilla out of the blue right after she got upset. Damn It! Greyson was a little angry not knowing that it was that easy to do it! Greyson took a breath and finished his food calming down slightly so the others wouldn't notice, right now Greyson needed to get to the next class which was grimm studies hoping against hope that Pricilla will be their with him without Robert but it was unlikely considering that their were only two classes to take for 4th period and Greyson didn't see any reason to go and be in the Armory class when his blade was badass all on its own. When Greyson heard that Robert was going to grimm studies though his hope fell right down the toilet. Greyson sighed a little and put on a smile "well guys I think we should be heading to class, by the way Robert I got grimm studies to so why don't we head their?" Greyson said hoping he will get Robert away from Pricilla at least for a little bit by trying to get him away from Pricilla, Greyson felt like he loved Pricilla but Damn it if Greyson wasn't a coward when it came to women. He could take on that giant bull with a laugh and a smile but when it came to women he froze in his tracks, damn that was sad...</s> <\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein "No problem. That is quite a youth." Marcus commented as he grabbed a sandwich off his plate. He nodded towards the others. "Excuse me, I need to take a different route to class." he apologised and left in a different direction. Armory class was situated next to the large general purpose shooting range. This had a few benefits that ranged from a good view outside to a place to try out new creations somewhat safely. Most importantly for Marcus the classroom had a large hangar door that lead to said shooting range. The normally ferocious roar of Unsubtle's engine was reduced to a deeper, throaty growl as he slowly guided it across the grounds. Marcus stood upright in the turret, poking his head out of the top hatch as he rode. The doors were technically large enough to fit through but on either side there would be barely a hand's width to spare. Only once he was parked inside and no longer threatening to run over important things like walls or other students did he take a good look around. He was at one end of a massive room, with a set of workbenches between Unsubtle and the classroom proper. At the classroom end he could spot Oswald, Geni, and several others. Notable surprises were Shiro and some new girl with a rather interesting choice of clothes. He busied himself with clambering out before his stare could be interpreted as rude. Taking the seat next to Shiro that was not yet occupied he nodded towards the faunus. "G'day. Interesting weapon set, they combine?" he said by way of opening. Slots in the shield appeared a match for several bumps in the non bladed edge of the sword, however Marcus would need to get a look at the internals to figure out the exact mechanism.</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren waltzed into the Armory class, quite literally. She liked dancing, almost as much as she liked stalking her prey before devouring them entirely. This class, while nothing to her usually, was where Geni was learning how to stave off death for another day. Mokuren didn't need to learn about armory, she had Sarasagi and it was a perfect weapon, for slicing up irritating people who was so stupid and pampered. She entered the room, spotted her target, and stalked up to him with as much feline grace as a Fox could muster. She swished her tail a bit after she arrived, and stared at him. Her tail was so adorable that it would distract anyone who cared to stare deep into it's furry beauty for any longer than a moment. Brandishing Sarasagi very obviously, she spoke. "Good morning Geni. How are you?" She asked, like a fox asked a chicken before the chase began.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd The thoughts that passed through Ben's head could best be termed as dull bemusement. He had been settling into his seat and digging out something to take notes on when Sangue appeared, taking a seat right next to him. Without much warning, or comment. The team leader was still a moment. Then he blinked, and his normal behavior resumed, almost as though nothing was even remotely unusual. He set his notebook on his desk and glanced at Sangue, nodding. "That's part of its purpose. Don't remember how the course descriptor said it, but it's supposed to teach us to understand what it is we're supposed to fight." Scrawling the date in the upper right of his notebook he paused again, giving her a slight grin. "You're Sangue, right? I don't think we've been introduced, formally, at least." "Hey Trad." He raised a hand in greeting at the second member of BAST, smiling cheerfully. He was, to be honest, pretty aware of what was going through Trad's head. Were it Amy, or anyone else really, he might have made a joke along the same lines. But, unexpected though it was, this was the first time Sangue had really spoken to any of them all day. Probably the best opportunity to establish a relationship he'd get.</s>	<\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery Priscilla totally knew that Robert was happy and that he wanted to jump up and down from excitement but by the way he looks, he was controlling it. It was a disappointment because she wanted to see how he reacted, probably was adorable or something. But she wouldn't worry, he is gonna have to show her his adorable side sooner or later. So that reaction that he was holding within, it had to be let out. Yeah, Priscilla was hungry, hello she raged and threw away her food. Very regretful. "Hey! I was only raging because of what she said. No no no, it wasn't because of what she said. I just didn't want to see her...! For godsakes, Robert my underwear was showing! Half of the people saw it, I think." her panties were colored pink, clearly because she loved that color. As they were walking, she reached for an apple from Robert's tray and as soon as she placed it on her mouth, the bell rang. Crap...she took a bite out of it, turning her head and seeing Greyson there. "Hey Grey! Yeah, I have Grimm Studies as well. So we all go! Come on!" Priscilla nodded taking another bite as she winked at Robert, now walking ahead of them to her classroom.</s>
<\|description\|>Daniel Day Dalton Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: - Dragon's Fang: a straight double-edged short sword. The blade is black, with a white line in the middle. The blade can be set ablaze, which also causes the white line to turn red. The blade can also launch the flames from the blade as a fireball, which consequently extinguishes the blade, but it can easily be reignited. - Dragon's Claw: Also a black blade with a white line in the middle, and can be set ablaze, but this blade is a hand and a half sword, single-edged and curved. Like the short sword, its white line turns red when set ablaze and can shoot fire, but unlike the short sword, it shoots the fire as a flamethrower. Both are capable of absorbing flames, whether from each other, an explosion, etc. The stronger the flame, the more power it absorbs, and vice versa. Specialty: Holds the short sword in his left hand and the longsword in the right. Barrages the enemy with the short sword with fast pierces and slashes, using the longsword to deliver the final blow. Deals a high amount of damage very quickly, using both swords and flames (usually at the same time), but not really one to take as many blows. It won't stop him from charing in head first though. Semblance: Inferno: Engulfs himself with fire (does not burn himself or whatever he's touching unless he wants it to get burned) and increases his physical abilites (mainly strength and speed). Doing so will turn his hair from black to blonde, though why it does this is unknown. He can also just engulf one part of his body (an arm, a leg, etc) rather than his entire body (his hair will not turn blonde this way, unless the flames engulf his head). The flames can be absorbed by his own blades, but doing so tires him out quicker. Personality: He's hot headed for sure. Very easy to anger and very easy to excite. Get on his bad side, he'll demand a fight and you'll probably be lucky if all he does is burn off your hair. Get on his good side, well, it's handy to have a human torch on your side. He believes that just about every solution to a problem involves fire or explosions. Surprisingly enough, it's worked well enough in the past, although most of those events were really solved due to luck. He also tends to be rather overconfident during fights, and gets insulted easily during fights. Color: Light orange. Emblem: The symbol for fire, and his two blades crossed in front of it. The fire will be orange, and the swords are entirely black (blade, hilt, everything). Here for reference. Appearance: This guy. Also come here if you prefer. This is also a really good picture.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson "Wow, leader. Who woulda thought?" Robert said to himself out loud, playing with the idea in his head. "Well now that I think about it, we did talk about it back at the airships. Being the first to finish does give you a lot of time to talk about stuff." Robert stopped daydreaming to notice that the auditorium was starting to get empty pretty quickly. He looked down into his hand to see a piece of paper with instructions on how to get to their team's room. One of the faculty must have given it to him when he had been staring off into nothing like a goof. "Alright team! To our room!" he shouted, pointing and then making his way to the nearest exit. As he walked to the room, he would occasionally check behind him to make sure he didn't lose track of anyone. That would be a pretty bad mistake to make right after becoming the official leader of team RPDG. As they traversed the hallways of Beacon, Robert turned and began walking backwards, occasionally looking forwards again to make sure he didn't bump into anything or get them lost. He did this so that he could face his teammates while speaking to them. "So what should our first order of business be when we get to our room?" he asked.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Infirmary Beep... Sapphire tossed in her sleep like she was having a horrible dream. "The tunnel's collapsing, everyone get out!" "Sapphire what did you do?" "They're not going to make it?" Voices echoed inside Sapphire's mind causing her to shake her head violently in her sleep in a subconscious effort to get rid of them. Then one cut cleanly through all the rest. "Shameful Miss Rode, a cave in of that size takes time. You surely would have the opportunity to escape if you'd moved faster. Perhaps this will teach you a lesson." "Dad, no, please. DAD!" Sapphire shouted in her sleep. She felt a sharp pain on her right arm which moved with painful slowness towards the center of her palm. "DAD!" Beep... Sapphire sat straight up, her breath was coming in raggedly and she was sobbing. She was not wearing what she usually did, instead she was dressed in clean, white, sterile hospital cloths. Her gloves were gone, the scars running over her hands clearly visible. Sapphire was still panicking but even in her state of agitation the adrenaline in her system was starting to break down and as it did pain coursed through her chest. Sapphire lay back down slowly, she pushed up her hospital shirt and and probed the pain stricken area with her fingers. It was slightly swollen, and looking at it deeply bruised. Based on the pain she was feeling Sapphire decided it was a broken rib. Slowly so as not to agitate it Sapphire inventory of her surroundings. She was in a hospital, an infirmary obviously. The Infirmary at Beacon Academy. Now Sapphire remembered, fighting the automated combat mech. The explosions from her 'teammates' attacks. The state of the tunnel. She'd seen the decay and damage caused by the fight and she'd taken her shot, she'd destroyed the mech and it would have been a bloodless fight if not for that bumbling fool. He'd screwed up her exit. Now she remembered, her injuries had been caused by the tunnel collapse. Thankfully she'd been close enough to the exit so not as much debris had fallen on her compared to the mech otherwise she'd be dead. It was then that Sapphire became fully aware of exactly where she was. Perhaps her brain had not had time to process what it was seeing before or else it was simply blocking the conclusion from Sapphire's mind but finally it broke. She was in a hospital. Sapphire started to hyperventilate again. The heart monitor cuff around Sapphire's upper arm related a signal to the monitor that caused it to send out a number of very fast beeps. Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, "No no no..." Sapphire said to herself the sound merging into white noise. She held her arms over her ears trying to block out the sound of the heart monitor. Doctor she's lost too much blood. You've done all you can, you saved the baby but her prognosis isn't good. She may not live to see the dawn. You should inform Mrs. Rode's family of her condition. "NO!" Sapphire screamed, she grabbed the IV line in her arm ripping it out violently. A small but steady stream of blood began to flow from the injection point but Sapphire didn't care. Next she tore off the heart monitor cuff shoving the machine back with enough force that it hit a wall with a loud clatter. Sapphire threw off the hospital blankets and hoped onto the floor her panic temporarily nullifying the pain in her chest. When she straightened Sapphire saw her cloths sitting on a chair. There were some scorch marks, and damaged from the debris but it looked like someone had repaired them quite thoroughly. Then on the night stand Sapphire saw something that calmed her wildly beating heart, Morpheus and Phobetor, currently retracted into small boxes strapped to two leather bracelets. Sapphire hurriedly pushed them onto her wrists. The feel of the familiar leather calmed her and she sank into a chair likely meant for visitors. The weight of a million different things crushing her. Sapphire started to cry, her father had always told her crying was a sign of weakness but there was no one around to hear it so Sapphire let the tears run free.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Though he had always been a big guy, it was today that Abel stood tallest. As he stepped off the stage, a rare smile graced his face. He looked around at the other students, just now finishing their heartfelt round of applause, before casting a glance at Gren. To be sure, he had never pictured what sort of man lay beneath the hulking armor, but he hadn't expected an orc. He had no qualms about his new teammate's race—he had already proved himself in battle, and despite their brief confrontation concerning Abel's unscheduled flight from the junkmobile, no hard feelings remained between them. Gren was every inch the warrior that Abel was proud to call his ally. Seeing their faces projected larger than life on the auditorium's screens and the name 'Swansong' formed to christen them cinched it all. As for the others, his joy extended to them as well, though they were not here. Having just half a team onstage while all the others had four (most of them seemingly uninjured, no less) put a small dent in his satisfaction, but the guardian wasn't about to let that get him down. Ozpin choosing Sapphire as leader initially surprised him, but after a few moments of consideration it made sense to him. Kuhaku seemed reckless, Gren a little oblivious, and him...well, leadership didn't exactly suit a defeatist. Abel envisioned a smile spreading across Sapphire's face as he and Gren delivered the news to her hospital bed, not recalling the cold silence and shut-in recalcitrance that she had displayed every second her psyche wasn't occupied by the rush of battle. For a few moments, the speech was thrown off track as Ozpin called out a few seniors for giving another team a rough time. While he initially thought that it was a good thing that the other newbies had been run so ragged, after the girl shouted Abel realized that he was close enough to see her. She and two others stood apart from the other students, in a near-empty circle of open space surrounding them. The mocking face of the boy, the stiff righteousness of the girl, and the scornful, unabashed look on the face of the faunus convinced him that they didn't deserve his sympathy. Now that he thought about it, it almost made him mad to see the faces of senior that had leveled their unfair advantage to bully their soon-to-be peers. When Ozpin continued speaking, Abel was glad for someone else to focus on. Hearing about PHGM didn't surprise him at all. Pan, Hansen, Gretchen, and Mary had seemingly formed a connection long before their cards sealed the deal. The mention of facing an entire den of Itzamna only cemented the fact; Abel had experienced the wrath of those creatures firsthand from atop the walls of the kingdom. Plus, he owed them--before PGHM had happened along, he and Sapphire had been pinned down on a hillside by an Ursa Major. If not for their interference, he and his quiet partner wouldn't have been able to flee into the nearby train tunnel and encounter the remainder of their team. He watched respectfully as the four stood on stage. Mary looked to be as excited as he had been, but took it a step further by exuberantly waving to everyone with both arms, eyes closed in adulation. Before long, he and Gren were on their way. Though not usually the talkative type, Abel couldn't restrain himself. "That was pretty great! Dang shame Ku and Saph couldn't come. Want to visit them in the healing place and tell them the good news?" He brushed a hand against his blue coat, which he had put on specially for the ceremony. Honestly, after seeing it among his things and remembering how much nicer it was than his plaid hoodie, he seriously thought about a permanent wardrobe change.</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren really tried to concentrate on the speech in front of her. But, she couldn't. She was hungry, but she knew she wasn't. It was the kind of hunger a drug addict had, and as much as that addict might try to deny the cravings, they would not go away until sated. And, in this room of so many people, she was going mental. So many people, but she couldn't touch a single one, or they would know. She didn't want anyone to know. Knowing is bad. She heard her name spoken by Ozpin, and the team name of 'Gilgamesh' which was a pretty awesome name. Not that it mattered to her. The fire in her veins wouldn't quit it because of a fancy name. There was only one thing that could quench that fire, and it was not something good, or easily obtained. As she was going though her problems, one of her team mates suggested that they change the name, because of some stupid human reason. Irritated, Mokuren stepped forwards until she was level with his ear, and then spoke. "Shut up, or I'll kill you" She whispered, barely stopping herself from carrying out her threat and then relieving her urge. She would keep it under wraps now, if only for now. This man, with his stupid, pathetic complaint deserved no sympathy from Mokuren, even if he was going to be a team mate from now on.</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery Priscilla was actually relieved that they finally got out of that situation that happened back there in the forest with those creatures. And they were the first one to reunite so that was good too. As they arrived into the auditorium, the professor was speaking about who was going to be the leader of the team. Basically all four of them were going to be in the team for the rest of their Beacon lives. That sounded not to bad actually, she got a good bond with them. They were basically like the fantastic four, as Robert said. That's right, Robert. He was going to be the leader of the team! He actually deserves to be the leader because he is a leader and he acts like on as well. Also he was a big ole nerdy guy like Reed from the Fantastic four, so that was interesting. Priscilla smiled at her team, as they walked to their room. "Well.. we could always..go explore the academy or something?" That was a thought but she actually just wanted to lay down and relax a little, but of course.. the boys probably wouldn't want that. So she decided to do anything they wanted to do. "Eh. Anything you guys want to do. I'll be fine."</s>	<\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel smirked as his name was called. It was only natural that he would pass the initiation. Admittedly it was not what he had expected, but it was exciting, and it actually forced him to work in a team. Admittedly, his teammates came in handy, but he didn't really like being in a team. Oh well, four years wouldn't be too long. His team leader, Robert if he remembered correctly, suddenly decided that they should go to their room. Daniel was about to use his usual, "Who made you boss?" line when he realized how stupid that sounded right now. He glanced at the other teams, then followed Robert to their room. It was smaller than he expected. "OK, let's establish whose beds are whose," Daniel said. "We certainly don't want to mix up our beds and find people sleeping in the wrong beds, now would we? Although... finding a girl sleeping in your bed might not be a bad thing, eh?" He gave a little nudge to Priscilla, then laughed at his own joke.</s>
<\|description\|>Daniel Day Dalton Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: - Dragon's Fang: a straight double-edged short sword. The blade is black, with a white line in the middle. The blade can be set ablaze, which also causes the white line to turn red. The blade can also launch the flames from the blade as a fireball, which consequently extinguishes the blade, but it can easily be reignited. - Dragon's Claw: Also a black blade with a white line in the middle, and can be set ablaze, but this blade is a hand and a half sword, single-edged and curved. Like the short sword, its white line turns red when set ablaze and can shoot fire, but unlike the short sword, it shoots the fire as a flamethrower. Both are capable of absorbing flames, whether from each other, an explosion, etc. The stronger the flame, the more power it absorbs, and vice versa. Specialty: Holds the short sword in his left hand and the longsword in the right. Barrages the enemy with the short sword with fast pierces and slashes, using the longsword to deliver the final blow. Deals a high amount of damage very quickly, using both swords and flames (usually at the same time), but not really one to take as many blows. It won't stop him from charing in head first though. Semblance: Inferno: Engulfs himself with fire (does not burn himself or whatever he's touching unless he wants it to get burned) and increases his physical abilites (mainly strength and speed). Doing so will turn his hair from black to blonde, though why it does this is unknown. He can also just engulf one part of his body (an arm, a leg, etc) rather than his entire body (his hair will not turn blonde this way, unless the flames engulf his head). The flames can be absorbed by his own blades, but doing so tires him out quicker. Personality: He's hot headed for sure. Very easy to anger and very easy to excite. Get on his bad side, he'll demand a fight and you'll probably be lucky if all he does is burn off your hair. Get on his good side, well, it's handy to have a human torch on your side. He believes that just about every solution to a problem involves fire or explosions. Surprisingly enough, it's worked well enough in the past, although most of those events were really solved due to luck. He also tends to be rather overconfident during fights, and gets insulted easily during fights. Color: Light orange. Emblem: The symbol for fire, and his two blades crossed in front of it. The fire will be orange, and the swords are entirely black (blade, hilt, everything). Here for reference. Appearance: This guy. Also come here if you prefer. This is also a really good picture.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald sat at a table, his head down and his fork slowly poking his bowtie pasta. Math had been disastrous. He didn't expect to have to know trigonometry and geometry! He knew what the shapes were, but these weird rules about angles and finding things was melting his brain. He was a Huntsman-in-training, not a mathematician! Sighing, he dropped his fork and buried his head in his arms. It was the first time he felt that he'd truly come up short; this place was weird. "Hey, so....in class....how did you all know what the professors were talking about? That's....not stuff you guys learned, is it? Because.....well.....I never learned any of that." Groaning as he remembered awkwardly explaining to the teacher that he did not, in fact, know the difference between acute and obtuse angles, Oswald stabbed his meal and ate it. "At least the history guy knew what to expect with that slideshow. We're soldiers, not scientists!"</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni snored loudly as he usually did when he slept but slept blissfully. The nurse had forgotten about Geni and left him to map until about half way through history. When she had shook him awake he was having an amazing dream about him chasing as cat with a poptart for a body and farted rainbows through space. He was about to catch the little bugger when the nurse awoke him and told him to get out. Geni grumbled as he had walked out of the infirmary and walked into the hallway were he began to fix up his bandages. They were annoyingly itchy and he scratched them despite the nurses warnings. But Geni had made his way into the history class door and composed himself quickly before walking into the classroom. He slowly made his way up the stairs and took a seat next to Jack. Fortunately, History was one of Geni's favorite classes, and the easiest, so catching up to the lesson was a to easy. Unfortunately, his fun was cut short when the bell for lunch rang. Geni walked out of the room quietly, he was ashamed about his lose, he was leader, and leader don't lose. He made his way into the cafeteria, grabbed his tray and sat at an open table. Geni shook his head a slapped himself a couple times to get himself out of the funk and back into his old self. Now that he was back to normal, or close to it, he began to eat and waited for anyone to start a conversation with, preferably a lady of some sort. Unfortunately, all Geni got was a kid not to far from him who seemed troubled. He had said something about them being soldiers not scientists. "Preposterous, fighting is a science you hooligan." He said sternly, but he could barely contain a laugh.</s> <\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Ivan made his way to the front of the chicken sandwich line through sheer tenacity and stubbornness, refusing to move in the constantly jostling crowd of hungry students. He instantly grabbed two sandwiches with a feral light in his eyes, pausing momentarily to consider his options. After a full second of deliberation, the gunslinger grabbed a third sandwich and a carton of milk, shooting looks around him as if daring any of the surrounding students try and take what he'd rightfully claimed. They'd have to be quick. Like that Oobleck fellow. He frowned as he made his way past the checkout, ignoring the appraising glance the staff member had given him after he'd piled the third sandwich on the counter and paid for it all without a second thought. History wasn't his strong suit, and he seriously doubted he'd really need to reference a book if there were going to be slideshows. The fact that he hadn't actually gotten the assigned history textbook had nothing to do with it. Ah, well. That was a problem for tomorrow's Ivan to sort out. He found a relatively empty table behind the shield wielding man who'd lost to the somberly colored girl in the first match. Acknowledging the man with a nod(He'd proven himself a driven opponent, if nothing else), Ivan unceremoniously dropped his collection of sandwiches on the table, glancing suspiciously around before beginning to chow down, shoveling the food into his maw as fast as he could swallow.</s> <\|message\|>Indigo Kafka Indi sighed to himself as he entered the lunch line. His mind was racing with issues, and his headache wasn't helping. It had at least dropped down to a dull drone of pain so he could focus better. Still, it wasn't that way in math, and he'd spent the entire period staring at a paper doing nothing except cursing himself for wasting all that effort on a damn null game. He was sure if he wasn't on the brink of a brain hemorrhage he'd understand the concepts, but the battle before that class had destroyed him mentally. Then there was the Gren issue. Well, he hadn't been expelled yet, so that was a good sign. Maybe the staff here realized he was a great fighter and, you know, things just got a little out of hand sometimes? Or maybe word simply hadn't gotten to them yet, and Gren was going to level this toward him as a sort of blackmail? As if it wasn't like he already had enough to deal with just to get into this damn school... Indi shook his head and breathed deeply to refocus. Lunch, that's what he was here for. He quickly grabbed some spaghetti, as a sort of joke, and some water. He rarely drunk much other than water, just the occasional glass/carton of milk. Soda's were much to carbonated and sugary, and they made him want to vomit. Fruit juice didn't really grab his attention either; drinks were supposed to wash down a meal, so why have a taste to the drink? Anyways, after grabbing and paying for his food, he stared idly around the cafeteria. Seibs hadn't seated herself yet, and neither had Ineko (they were probably still in the line grabbing food), he decided to take a seat by his new teammate, Ivan. As he placed down his tray next to his obviously very hungry acquaintance, he struck up a conversation. "So, did you get any of the stuff in math class? My mind was just absolutely fried." He said in between slurps of the noodles. They were decent, but the sauce was kinda watery and bland. 6/10. "Oh, and ain't it weird that both of our matches ended in a tie? Our team must be the average-st of the above average or something." He said, waiting for the rest of the team to join them.</s> <\|message\|>Merlin "Tarot" Taupe Watching Merlin burn through the math problems was definitely a spectacle to be seen. He burned through every practice problem and example problem there was in the packet inside the packet within the first 10 minutes of class. These were nothing compared to all the calculations he had to make while he was working at the casino. Almost as soon as he finished the last page with problems on it, he began to take a nap. The battle the class before had worn him out, and he proceeded to sleep until the end of class bell rang. When Merlin finally got the dining hall, he made a bee line toward the chicken sandwiches. He had already grown a large appetite right after the sparring match with Ivan and it only grew from then on. It had gotten to a such a point that, right in the middle of history, Merlin's stomach gave a very audible growl. He picked up nine chicken sandwiches, a large heap of curly fries, and three cartons of milk. The employee at the end of the bar gave Merlin an odd look after sizing up the amount of food he had and comparing it to is body size. Merlin didn't pay any mind to him as he paid for his food and walked away. Finding a seat wasn't too difficult. Merlin walked by Ivan and gave a quick "Sup." before continuing his search for a seat. He decided to take a seat right across from Geni who had made a replying to a boy who had made a comment about the math class earlier. "I see fighting more of an art than a science. I do see the relevance in treating it from more of an analytic point of view though." He said with a smile, "Good show during you match today, Geni." Merlin then looked down at his mountain of food and began the feast.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost The math class was agonizing. With her head still throbbing from whatever it was her opponent... made her do to herself she guessed... trying to process what the professor said was a nightmare. The fact that Diamond never even went to school and what little she knew of sciences she learned herself didn't help at all. The history class wasn't much better, but at least the speeding weirdo in front of the blackboard was ready for them to be indisposed for one reason or the other. At least her head stopped pounding by that time. As the last of the morning classes came to an end, the thug was looking forward to some food. The disappointment at the selection of meals was blatantly obvious from the pout on her face. The closest it got to meat was chicken sandwich, and the wine to go with it she could only imagine. Grabbing two of the sandwiches and piling the rest of the plate full of the fries before finding herself an empty seat. "Hey, so....in class....how did you all know what the professors were talking about? That's....not stuff you guys learned, is it? Because.....well.....I never learned any of that." Oswald dropped, and Diamond grunted with a nod. "Never needed it, never heard of it." she summed up her own education, "The state really takes pathetic care for it's children." she jabbed.</s> <\|message\|>Ineko Irandi The next class was math, something Ineko somewhat enjoyed. The mildly strange Professor Fullbuster had given them work packets, during the lecture Ineko blazed through the packet. Perhaps the Professor had intended some of it to be homework, or some of it classwork, nevertheless he finished most of the entire packet in the length of the class. Most of it was elementary for him. The next class, history, was something Ineko was interested in, but had never before really delved into the subject. Ineko believed that it was Professor Oobleck teaching. He thought it strange that a man would have the name of a non-Newtonian fluid, but dismissed the thought once he began the lesson. Ineko paid extra attention to the lecture. Then it was lunch, solving one mild annoyance, his hunger. He stood in line and picked up a tray, going through the bars he got a couple of things. Two chicken sandwiches, the bowtie pasta didn't look particularly appetizing, a dish of macaroni and two dishes of fries, and a glass of water as a drink. After paying for the lunch, he sent out a drone to look for a place to sit. The drone quickly found two members of Team SIII, sitting at a table. The drone landed on the table, where Ineko would sit, and a short moment later Ineko himself arrived, put the tray down on the table and sat down. "Ivan. Indigo." Ineko greeted, one of these days someone is going to mess up the names he thought to himself. Ineko took off his helmet and gently set it down next to his tray, he took apart the sandwiches and added some fries in the sandwiches before reassembling them. He took a sip of water and began to eat one of his sandwiches. "First day of class gents, and we're not dead yet. I'd say so far it's going pretty good." He said between bites, ignoring the scrapes and grime on his own armor. He would clean it later.</s>	<\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel watched the other fights progress, making notes in his mind about how the others fight. If there was anything he paid attention in, it was in fighting. Mokuren and Diamond's fight was interesting, if a bit fast. Robert and Abel, ehh. In fact, a lot of people's fights were just ehh. Priscilla's fight proved to be stupid, yet a bit entertaining at the same time, especially when she was flipped upside down. Finally, the matches were over, and it was time to move on to other classes. Math, UUGGGGGHHHH. Boring. That was not what Daniel signed up for when he wanted to become a Hunter. History, ehh, at least it was more entertaining than Math. The teacher there was pretty interesting too, especially with the way he zipped around the class so quickly. Then it was lunch time. Grabbing a sandwich, some apple slices, and some apple juice, he then paid for the lunch and moved on to sit with his team. Taking a bite out of his sandwich, he chewed for a second before asking, "So, not bad for the first day, eh?" He then swallowed his food and took another bite.</s>
<\|description\|>Daniel Day Dalton Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: - Dragon's Fang: a straight double-edged short sword. The blade is black, with a white line in the middle. The blade can be set ablaze, which also causes the white line to turn red. The blade can also launch the flames from the blade as a fireball, which consequently extinguishes the blade, but it can easily be reignited. - Dragon's Claw: Also a black blade with a white line in the middle, and can be set ablaze, but this blade is a hand and a half sword, single-edged and curved. Like the short sword, its white line turns red when set ablaze and can shoot fire, but unlike the short sword, it shoots the fire as a flamethrower. Both are capable of absorbing flames, whether from each other, an explosion, etc. The stronger the flame, the more power it absorbs, and vice versa. Specialty: Holds the short sword in his left hand and the longsword in the right. Barrages the enemy with the short sword with fast pierces and slashes, using the longsword to deliver the final blow. Deals a high amount of damage very quickly, using both swords and flames (usually at the same time), but not really one to take as many blows. It won't stop him from charing in head first though. Semblance: Inferno: Engulfs himself with fire (does not burn himself or whatever he's touching unless he wants it to get burned) and increases his physical abilites (mainly strength and speed). Doing so will turn his hair from black to blonde, though why it does this is unknown. He can also just engulf one part of his body (an arm, a leg, etc) rather than his entire body (his hair will not turn blonde this way, unless the flames engulf his head). The flames can be absorbed by his own blades, but doing so tires him out quicker. Personality: He's hot headed for sure. Very easy to anger and very easy to excite. Get on his bad side, he'll demand a fight and you'll probably be lucky if all he does is burn off your hair. Get on his good side, well, it's handy to have a human torch on your side. He believes that just about every solution to a problem involves fire or explosions. Surprisingly enough, it's worked well enough in the past, although most of those events were really solved due to luck. He also tends to be rather overconfident during fights, and gets insulted easily during fights. Color: Light orange. Emblem: The symbol for fire, and his two blades crossed in front of it. The fire will be orange, and the swords are entirely black (blade, hilt, everything). Here for reference. Appearance: This guy. Also come here if you prefer. This is also a really good picture.</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Armory Class: Mokuren Sabella Hearing the loud, firey and proud - at least that is how Mokuren saw it, and was oblivious to how it actually was - Mokuren looked up and saw the man. Tiger, seventeen and with enough courage to exclaim his introduction to the entire class with great and furious volume. It was this kind of person that Mokuren was looking for. This kind of person she wanted to be friends with. And by friend she meant not eating him unless there was no other way. Mokuren then felt her hackles rise as the other girl claimed he had 'penetrating brain trauma' from the spar and he needed to go to the doctor's office. Such a statement was obviously untrue but there was nothing anyone could do about it, so Mokuren stood and smiled broadly. If she could not help her Tiger over-rule this claim, she would at least escort him so they could talk in private. She knew so much about him, thanks to his outburst, but he knew nothing about her. About her abilities, and about her skills. "Teacher, I will escort Shiro to the nurses office. If he has damaged something, it would not do for him to be alone in transit" Mokuren offered, swishing her tail absently.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd (Grimm Studies) Ben flashed his teammates an almost casual grin as he slid his chair back, leaving his pen on the desk in front of him. The easy, relaxed expression covered up the preparatory tightening of his muscles and the quickening of his heart. It only took him a moment to reach the room's clear floor, obviously prepared for this very occasion, and he moved to take a position opposite the cage. Port was addressing the class as a whole, but Ben wasn't really listening to it. He didn't need to. All eyes, at that moment, were on him. Hs teammates', his classmates', the professor's, they were all paying attention. Ready to evaluate his performance. Evaluate him. This was his only chance for a first impression. If, and he hated himself for indulging the hypothetical, he failed, he'd do harm to his reputation. Failure to pass the exam already marred his reputation. He needed to make up for that. No pressure. He thought dryly, reaching to his belt. Time to show them why we're here. With practiced ease he pulled his tonfa from his belt, one in either hand. Lawnslot his left, Artorius his right. He pulled his shoulders back and held the position, the stretch loosening up his shoulders. With a deft flick of each wrist he flipped his tonfa out from his arms, facing the points forward, before bringing them back. Their spines ran along the bone of his forearm, cool even through the sleeves of his shirt. The shotgun barrels were loaded only with a shot or two each, things he'd prefer to avoid using in the classroom if he could. Granted, the classroom was set up so as to minimize the danger to observers. It wasn't likely to be an issue. He could act without too much worry for restraint. Sinking into a light-footed stance, left foot and arm leading his guard with the right towards the rear, he waited. A single nod to Port confirmed his readiness. And a single move from the professor released his opponent. The beast was only a cub, he knew, but that didn't make it any less inherently unnerving to have a wendigo charging at you. Thousand of years of human evolution, hardwired deep into the fabric of his being, kicked in. The first urge was to get out of the way, and this time, Benjamin obliged it. He stepped to his right, pivoting on the spot to keep his left forearm between him and the Grimm. He was rewarded, almost instantly, with the sound and feeling of claws raking down Lawnslot's length, kept from his arm only by a few inches of metal. Bastion's leader didn't waste time, flipping Artorius' tip forward with a flick of his wrist and driving it towards the wendigo's exposed flank. The blade glanced along the beast's side, but missed its mark as the Grimm lunged aside. It was now that Ben got his first real look at the creature. A Wendigo, one of the more menacing creatures that roamed the land. It was only a cub but it still stood as tall as, even slightly taller than, his waist. Its long scythe-like tail twitched, a low, quiet sign of the black beast's rage. Its flanks were free from scars, save his own blow, unlike its fully grown kin; a fully grown Wendigo, a voice in the back of his head reminded him, would be both as large as a horse and criss-crossed with scars from previous wounds. They had an ability to heal, and each scar was a badge of honor. Proof of a fight survived. Ben had retreated a few steps, putting a little distance between him and the beast. The Wendigo didn't contest the move, lips curled back in a silent snarl under cruelly intelligent red eyes. Stillness, for a moment, pervaded the room like an oppressive blanket. Nothing moved, not the Grimm, not Ben, and not the class. A low, hair-raising howl split the silence, growing in volume severity as it issued forth from the cub's throat. It lunged without further warning, all four paws leaving the floor as it hurled itself at Ben with hatred in its eyes. The huntsman in training sidestepped again, and the Wendigo landed smoothly… Only to lash out with its tail, the scythe intercepted in the nick of time by Lawnslot. But the natural, curved blade, rather than being deflected, grabbed the weapon, yanking it down and aside while the Wendigo stabbed its claws for Ben's unprotected gut. He batted its forearm aside with Artorius, but none too soon. One of its claws cut the side of his shirt, not far from his own side. This move, however, had forced the Grimm into an untenable position with a foreleg too far extended, and its second primary weapon occupied with Lawnslot. A fact that was soon demonstrated quite clearly when Ben planted his foot in its underside, causing it to stumble back with an angry growl. Wendigo, as far as Grimm go, are pretty smart. They learn. But… Means they can be tricked. The beast sensed weakness. It had found a chink in the armor, a flaw in the defenses, and it wasted no time in exploiting it, advancing with another swing of its tail. But this time Ben was ready. He blocked easily with Artorius, stopping the Grimm's scythe easily. Blocking with the right, rather than the left, permitted the force to be distributed throughout his stance. Lawnslot's blade lashed out, cleanly removing the scythe from its owner. The Wendigo shrieked in rage and pain, and Ben felt his blood chill at the sound, but it would not be deterred. It wasn't as smart as older Grimm, and it threw caution to the wind with its rage, hurling itself at Ben with the intent to sink its teeth into his throat. But its jaws closed, instead, around Lawnslot's blade and spine, stopped half a foot from his neck. A close call, at first glance. But the distance was intentional. His right leg was a half-step back, providing a bracing point to maintain his position, as well as enable him to step into his next strike. Ben flicked his wrist, realigning Artorius' blade forward, also realigning its shotgun barrel to point back along his forearm. His right foot took a step forward, forcing the beast back on its hindlegs, exposing its underside as well as granting extra power to the thrust of his weapon that followed. He triggered the firearm even as he struck, the recoil combining with the strength of his arm to bury the blade deep in the Wendigo's torso. The beast gave one last growl, more spiteful than menacing now, before petering off as the Grimm dissolved away to nothing. Bastion's leader could feel the exhilaration of the fight rushing through his veins, good old fashioned adrenaline, and could feel his heart pumping rhythmically in his chest. Nothing got the ticker pumping like a brawl, and he knew it would be a moment before it started to settle to its normal resting pulse. Almost idly, he glanced at the tear the Grimm had left in his clothes. "Damn. I kinda liked this shirt."</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - 4th Period, Armory Class Exhausted from having expended all of his nervous energy at once, he felt worlds better. As a result, he collapsed into a slump at his desk and set his furry little head down for a brief rest. Sighing contentedly, he temporarily shut the world out for a moment as his mind 'rebooted' itself. For anyone who would come to know him, his outburst was a rather normal method for him to expel any anxiety, stress or nervousness. It's an odd phenomenon, to be sure. But, it worked for him. No longer with a worry or care in the world, he basked in the afterglow of his outburst. Mind devoid of any stressors, he hadn't noticed Marcus distancing himself. He barely noticed Sapphire coming near him and speaking to the teacher. "Oh, right Sapphire. She's probably furious at me." His white ears relaxed as they lay on his head, his tail lazily sweeping back and forth behind him. He quietly yawned and blinked repeatedly. Sniffing once, he shook his head and returned to his senses. "Oh. Right. Sapphire..." He mentally repeated himself. Tuning in during the middle of Sapphire's speech, he frowned as he realized that she was requesting that Shiro be excused to the Infirmary. "What? But, I'm fine. During my spar with Daniel, he never hit me in the head." Shiro turned and looked at Daniel, who was in the class with them. "Right? You only burned me a couple times." Scratching at his cheek, he tried his best to recall his fight. Not once did he ever remember sustaining a head injury of any sort. His white eyebrows furrowed as he went deep into thought. Did Sapphire honestly care for him and thought he was still hurt? How sweet of her. Smiling, Shiro opened his mouth to thank Sapphire for her concern and that he was really fine, but then Mokuren stood and offered to escort him to the nurse's. He didn't understand why he would need an escort for a nurse visit, much less why her of all people would want to escort little ol' him.. "Though, if the teacher still believes I need to be checked out, I wouldn't mind.." His face started to flush bright red again. Before he allowed his thoughts to run away from him, he turned to the teacher and assured him. "Sir, I'm fine really. I don't need to go to the nurse's, I can continue with class." he grinned widely, as if to affirm he was indeed okay. It broke his heart a little to have to miss out on a chance to have a nice stroll with... In any case, Shiro was really itching to get to working on his equipment. Nurses and crushes could wait, his gear demanded maintenance and tinkering.</s>	<\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel - Armory Class As the teacher arrived and gawked at the tank, he then had everyone make their introductions. Daniel was certainly interested in the tank, too, but there were things that were more important than staring at a tank. Everyone then began making their introductions, including Shiro and his somewhat... loud intro. He chuckled when Sapphire mentioned Shiro's brain damage, which Daniel wouldn't really put past him. When Shiro objected and tried to go to Daniel for support, Daniel looked up innocently at the ceiling and said, "Oh, I dunno, maybe in all the excitement you did suffer some brain damage from the lack of oxygen. You know, because the flames ate it all." He then got up himself and made his introduction as well. "My name's Daniel," he said, scratching the back of his head. "I may not look it, but I'm actually pretty good at making a few things. Explosives, mainly, but I'm working on some others." Satisfied with that, he sat back down and got himself comfortable again. He supposed he had to thank his adoptive father for what skill he had in this.</s>
<\|description\|>Daniel Day Dalton Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: - Dragon's Fang: a straight double-edged short sword. The blade is black, with a white line in the middle. The blade can be set ablaze, which also causes the white line to turn red. The blade can also launch the flames from the blade as a fireball, which consequently extinguishes the blade, but it can easily be reignited. - Dragon's Claw: Also a black blade with a white line in the middle, and can be set ablaze, but this blade is a hand and a half sword, single-edged and curved. Like the short sword, its white line turns red when set ablaze and can shoot fire, but unlike the short sword, it shoots the fire as a flamethrower. Both are capable of absorbing flames, whether from each other, an explosion, etc. The stronger the flame, the more power it absorbs, and vice versa. Specialty: Holds the short sword in his left hand and the longsword in the right. Barrages the enemy with the short sword with fast pierces and slashes, using the longsword to deliver the final blow. Deals a high amount of damage very quickly, using both swords and flames (usually at the same time), but not really one to take as many blows. It won't stop him from charing in head first though. Semblance: Inferno: Engulfs himself with fire (does not burn himself or whatever he's touching unless he wants it to get burned) and increases his physical abilites (mainly strength and speed). Doing so will turn his hair from black to blonde, though why it does this is unknown. He can also just engulf one part of his body (an arm, a leg, etc) rather than his entire body (his hair will not turn blonde this way, unless the flames engulf his head). The flames can be absorbed by his own blades, but doing so tires him out quicker. Personality: He's hot headed for sure. Very easy to anger and very easy to excite. Get on his bad side, he'll demand a fight and you'll probably be lucky if all he does is burn off your hair. Get on his good side, well, it's handy to have a human torch on your side. He believes that just about every solution to a problem involves fire or explosions. Surprisingly enough, it's worked well enough in the past, although most of those events were really solved due to luck. He also tends to be rather overconfident during fights, and gets insulted easily during fights. Color: Light orange. Emblem: The symbol for fire, and his two blades crossed in front of it. The fire will be orange, and the swords are entirely black (blade, hilt, everything). Here for reference. Appearance: This guy. Also come here if you prefer. This is also a really good picture.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Survival As most of the students went off on their own, Oswald nodded towards Ineko, hoping the suited boy would follow him. "I'll get the wood, you watch our surroundings. I don't like to be caught off guard by Grimm." With his temporary partner hopefully covering him, Oswald made his way around the river, taking care to observe the life in the water. He noticed a few fish, as well as a few patches of moss, and some aquatic plants, filing away the information in his mind. When he had gotten sufficiently into the forest, Oswald set about collecting fuel for their campfire. Making sure to gather enough small sticks and twigs to start the fire, he found a spot near the other students to start piling his collection. He cleared a radius around his pile to make sure the fire didn't spread, and made a circle using some nearby rocks before making a quick second trip to gather larger logs of wood as major fuel sources once the fire had started. When he had gathered a sufficient amount of wood to keep a fire going for at least a small time, Oswald got to the dirty work. Looking at his hands, he sighed and chuckled. He could always wash them off later. Digging a small pit into the ground with his bare hands, Oswald tossed the tinder in first. He followed his tinder with the smaller branches, forming a pyramid with the wood before stepping back and drawing his sword. Carefully grabbing a red dust crystal from his pocket, he loaded it into the hilt of his weapon, pointing the sword at his pile of wood. Pressing a small button hidden on the side of his handguard with his thumb, Oswald smirked as a beam of energy instantly set the wood ablaze. After returning the dust crystal to his pouch and sheathing his sword, Oswald took a moment to relax and look around when Abel burst into the clearing, a Grimm following shortly thereafter. Oswald's eyes widened a bit as he realized that he was looking at an Ankou. What in the hell kind of place where they that such a monster would just casually come across a group of students making campfires? Well...this certainly isn't boring. The firey breath was enough to terrify most civilians, and he'd known plenty of trainees who shuddered at the mere description of the creatures. Oswald was among those people, he was ashamed to admit. Taking a deep breath as he moved into a combat stance and drew his sword, Oswald cursed when he realized he'd already put his dust away. Gren and Daniel were already under attack, and he was in no position to get between the Ankou and his fellow students with his broken wrist. Instead, he hoped to distract it, instantly transporting himself to its side and taking a wide slash at its flank, which was deflected by the Grimm's scaled arm. Leaping a few feet backwards, Oswald tried to grab his enemy's attention, his eyes narrowing and a guttural growl coming from deep in his chest.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid Gren had managed to gather some more tinder for himself after finding some logs to dry. He had formed it into a quaint teepee and had a nice fire going. He was thinking that he should try to find some mushrooms to roast, or maybe even forest creatures. Surely the God Eater was a bit too... Much to do something like that. He may need to resort to trapping. Looking around Gren wondered where Abel had went. He figured he could work with his teammate to hunt or gather food. He wasn't here however, and Gren figured he had simply went to gather more wood himself. Fine by him, there were plenty of others to work with. His eyes fell on a girl named Sangue Naga. He wasn't sure what about her caught his attention. Perhaps it was because her hair glowed with the same radiance of her flame. Either way Gren went over to her. "Excuse me, do you have a moment? My name is Gren Orchid. I was thinking that, now that we have a fire going, we should see about collecting some supplies. I'm fairly decent at identifying wild plants and fungi. However I feel that my weapons are also inappropriate to hunt. I was thinking you and I should work together to hunt and gather food. What do you think?" Gren didn't get his answer however. Soon Abel came back with a guest: a young Ankou. Gren cursed under his breath: He didn't have his weapon. But he couldn't let this thing cause too much trouble. He had no doubts that everyone here could easily slay this grimm, but they worked so hard making their fire! Gren decided it was time he showed the fire within him. And that wouldn't have been hard since the creature charged at him. ""Hmm! Looks like the prey has come to me!" Bracing himself Gren was steadfast as the massive beast plowed into him. His feet dragged against the dirt but he did not falter. Nay, instead he had grab hold of the beast, wrapping his arms around it's maw so that it could not breath fire all over the forest. It's own smaller arms clawed at Gren's arm, but could hardly put a scratch on him. And as it reared it's front arms to thrash Gren, he grabbed hold of it's head to assist in throwing the beast over his shoulder, on it's back, and onto the ground before Sangue. He continued to keep the grimm pinned, to allow other hunters to finish it off.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Survival The red-haired woman who stood still in front of her fire soon woke up from her aloof trance as she turned to a man who went up to her. Interestingly enough, the man claimed that his weapons were inappropriate for hunting. A bit ironic, considering how her weapons were specifically designed to hunt different kinds of things, but she decided not to think too much of it for the sake of being respectful to the man known as Gren Orchid. "...Sangue," she spoke softly. Before she was even able to accept his offer, however, someone interrupted her. Actually, something interrupted her. An... Ankou popped out. Sangue's open eye squinted at the sight of Grimm within the class. Though it was to be expected that Grimm would eventually show up, she preferred not to have one appear right before her. Thankfully, not only was the Grimm alone, but every other hunter seemed capable of apprehending it. Gren, for example, immediately entered a wrestling match with the creature. Sangue did not want to leave him wrestling with the creature, however, so she unsheathed her blade. With the katana in hand, the woman violently threw her Apophis Claw at the Ankou, letting the claw forcefully smash itself against the Grimm's belly. With light scars caused by the claw, Sangue twisted herself around before slashing at the wounds she inflicted, cutting open the Grimm before raising her blade. Using the strength she could muster up for one arm, the woman drove the katana down on the Ankou's head, twisting it twice to ensure that it would no longer cause much of a problem for the man who wrestled it. Though she let the blade barely miss Gren, everything she did was intentional. She knew that she would not miss, so she felt quite confident that she would not make an amateur mistake of accidentally stabbing random strangers. The woman took her katana out of the Ankou, wondering if the job was done. "..." Sangue remained still, now wondering if they could just cook the Grimm like a chicken or something. Weird thoughts were, perhaps, one of Sangue's hidden specialties.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate No amount of developing forehead armor could protect the young Ankou from the blade stabbed through its jaw. Though mortally wounded, the creature still struggled, its frantic slashes and spurts of flame growing weaker until the creature was still. It lay with its various limbs in disarray, as if it had been in the middle of an intense fight and suddenly dropped dead. The tension in the clearing dispelled, sliding out of the various students after being so suddenly stoked by the monstrous Riesen's unexpected appearance. Abel poked one of its hind legs with his Ampere, wondering if he ought to apologize for leading the creature here, or remain silent. He had just about made up his mind when the voice of professor Vorosky, not yet devoid of urgency, broke the silence. "What are you doing?" He asked. From any other teacher, such a statement might have seemed demanding and highly critical, but Vorosky seemed oddly content. Before a single soul could respond to his rhetorical question, he continued as if he were giving a classroom lesson. "Can you not see the beast is not melting? Cut its throat, before--!" As if on cue, the subdued Ankou let loose a skull-rattling screech. Evidently it had stopped fighting to save up enough energy to do so. Immediately afterward, the Grimm began to dissolve into smoke around Sangue's katana, but the damage was done. Abel groaned ominously, but he let the professor cheerfully explain what was in store. "The cries of the Ankou call other reptile Grimm to their aid. In moments we will be surrounded by Itzamna, and after come the Salamanders. It will be a good lesson in survival!" A few moments raced by, with several students scrambling to make preparations for the incoming assault. While not very threatening, Itzamna were often deadly in large packs, and in this unidentified forest only Vorosky had an estimate of how many there would be. Fishing poles, crackling campfires, and marshmellows were either forgotten or quickly put to use as the steady tramp-tramp-tramp of many feet brushing through underbrush grew louder. All the while, the professor was happy to toss around some advice. "Don't let one clamp down on a limb! It will start pulling, and just like that, others will clamp down on other limbs and do the same. Make clean strikes with weapons! If your weapon sticks in one and it jumps away, you will be facing its brothers and sisters unarmed. Stay with the others! Even if you are not teammates, the person at your side might save your life." The woods turned eerily quiet. Abel stood behind his campfire, Ampere in staff mode ready to electrocute the firs.t raptor he saw. Other students had assumed similarly defensive positions. There came a sound like the call of a sore-throated bird, and at once around twenty Itzamna appeared. The first wave rushed each student in twos and threes, but it was obvious by the now-constant noises among the trees that there were more waiting in reserve.</s>	<\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel wondered what he should do now that he managed to create a fire. The answer came in the form of an uninvited Ankou that came bursting through from the forest, breathing fire and charging straight for him. Daniel was not in high alert, pushing himself off the ground and away from the Grimm. Fire was something he could handle, but not the resulting smoke. "Jeez, why'd you have to bring this thing to us!?" Daniel yelled out to Abel as he landed, not sounding angry at all, but rather pleased. "Now we gotta kill it!" Daniel never managed to do anything useful or exciting in his previous period, and now it was time to make up for it. Daniel drew his two blades, which then started to absorb nearby flames being spewed by the Ankou, minimizing the damage to the area while increasing the power of his blades. Before he could deal any blows himself, however, others had managed to beat him to it, ruining the fun for him. "Dammit you guys, save a bit for me next time," Daniel said as the Ankou went down. However, it seemed the Ankou still had a trick up its sleeve, screeching its throat out before dying for real. As Abel described what was about to happen, Daniel's grin came back. Turns out he would have a bit of fun after all. As the first several Itzamma charged out of the forest to attack everyone, Daniel shot out a fireball from his short sword, burning down one of the Itzamma charging at him, and spun to slash at the other as it opened its jaw to bite Daniel. Daniel's longsword sliced through the Itzamma's jaw, slicing off the top part of its head, and the rest of the Itzamma's body collapsed past Daniel, quickly dissolving away into nothingness.</s>
<\|description\|>Daniel Day Dalton Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: - Dragon's Fang: a straight double-edged short sword. The blade is black, with a white line in the middle. The blade can be set ablaze, which also causes the white line to turn red. The blade can also launch the flames from the blade as a fireball, which consequently extinguishes the blade, but it can easily be reignited. - Dragon's Claw: Also a black blade with a white line in the middle, and can be set ablaze, but this blade is a hand and a half sword, single-edged and curved. Like the short sword, its white line turns red when set ablaze and can shoot fire, but unlike the short sword, it shoots the fire as a flamethrower. Both are capable of absorbing flames, whether from each other, an explosion, etc. The stronger the flame, the more power it absorbs, and vice versa. Specialty: Holds the short sword in his left hand and the longsword in the right. Barrages the enemy with the short sword with fast pierces and slashes, using the longsword to deliver the final blow. Deals a high amount of damage very quickly, using both swords and flames (usually at the same time), but not really one to take as many blows. It won't stop him from charing in head first though. Semblance: Inferno: Engulfs himself with fire (does not burn himself or whatever he's touching unless he wants it to get burned) and increases his physical abilites (mainly strength and speed). Doing so will turn his hair from black to blonde, though why it does this is unknown. He can also just engulf one part of his body (an arm, a leg, etc) rather than his entire body (his hair will not turn blonde this way, unless the flames engulf his head). The flames can be absorbed by his own blades, but doing so tires him out quicker. Personality: He's hot headed for sure. Very easy to anger and very easy to excite. Get on his bad side, he'll demand a fight and you'll probably be lucky if all he does is burn off your hair. Get on his good side, well, it's handy to have a human torch on your side. He believes that just about every solution to a problem involves fire or explosions. Surprisingly enough, it's worked well enough in the past, although most of those events were really solved due to luck. He also tends to be rather overconfident during fights, and gets insulted easily during fights. Color: Light orange. Emblem: The symbol for fire, and his two blades crossed in front of it. The fire will be orange, and the swords are entirely black (blade, hilt, everything). Here for reference. Appearance: This guy. Also come here if you prefer. This is also a really good picture.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Survival Sangue coughed when the Itzamnas stopped pulling on her claw. Her grip on her blade loosening when Sarina helped her, the red-haired woman shakily stood up, giving the helpful woman a respectful nod. Suddenly, the woman saw something fly straight towards her, causing the swordswoman to jerk her head and barely dodge a fistful of venom. Glaring at the skies, she frowned. A salamander had decided to bully her by preparing to send another streak of venom. Fortunately, fire could not fight easily against fire. Sangue's semblance, after all, would be useful against Salamanders. Flailing her claw up in front of her, Sangue loosely defended herself from another streak of acid, coating the Apophis Claw with venom. The Apophis Claw seemed to keep the venom sticking to itself, though it was evident that the poison would only be used in a few attacks before vanishing. And even if she got hit, the venom would heal her. ...She would probably be unable to keep up with the Salamanders due to her lack of proper far-ranged weapons, however. While she was paying attention, several more Itzamnas appeared and headed for both her and Sarina. Her open eye squinting at the sight of Grimm surrounding everyone, Sangue whispered to the dark-haired woman, "Please take care of the beast in the skies. I will cover you as much as possible." The red-haired woman prepped her blade by her waist before slashing through an Itzamna that got too close to her by itself. There were approximately four Itzamnas headed for Sangue, and one Salamander and several other Itzamnas apparently deciding on whether to attack Sarina or Sangue. She decided to save the Apophis Claw's newly coated venom when she was given the chance to face other Salamanders that decided to attack her.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Practice Robert continued standing at attention, waiting for the other students of the class to get to the range so Ms. Vanhomrigh could start the next part of the class. He was slowly getting impatient though. At first, he started rapidly tapping his foot on the ground. Then he began rocking back-and-forth on the soles of his feet. After a while, Robert decided that he'd risk getting in trouble with Ms. Vanhomrigh, if only to give himself something to do. He'd talk to one of his classmates. "I wonder how the guys in Survival class are doing. Probably something boring like learning how to build fires and pitch tents and stuff," Robert said to no one in particular. He hoped someone would still hear him even though everyone had their ear protection already on.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Survival For a good portion of this fight, Jack was absent. In fact he was coming out of the woods, with a bundle of sticks, announcing his return, before he realized he was tailed by a bunch of Itzanmas. He turned as they charged him, and in that split second that would normally force anyone to block or even just take the hit, Jack was fast enough to weave to the side. With an unchanging expression he dropped the sticks and drew a single blade all in one movement, before plunging it down the neck of the Itzanma that dared charge him, beheading it. As he side stepped the Itzanma, he out of the corner of his eyes saw the other two, and the moment he confirmed the hit on the first one, already made use of his Semblance to zip around and strike the other two. Finishing that, he turned to the clearing, where the camp was... And... "Okay, so-... I guess everyone's kind of busy...", and had it under control too. That was until he saw the Salamander join in from the other end of the camp. "Yep. Definitely busy". He was a little elated, a new opponent oh boy, enough that he charged the Salamander instantly. The other students only saw a blue lightning and what seemed to be multiple strikes upon the Salamander from multiple directions. The trees in the area let him use his Lightning Rod special move, but that extra speed meant nothing in the face of the Salamander's armour, his strikes barely did any damage. After several strikes upon multiple parts of the armour, he dashed back to a sliding halt alongside the other students. There were also a bunch of Itzanmas too on the way. Hmmm... Should he dispatch the Itzanmas and let everyone else handle the Salamander? Or should he try and get the Salamander's attention and try and keep it from moving too much so the others can take it down...? After a moment he came to a decision. He announced to the others, "Don't worry about the Itzanmas. You guys just handle the Salamander", and with that he was off. In a blue flash one was cut down as he passed by it with his Semblance, before coming down on another from above by jumping directly out of his dash. He decided he will hold back the Itzanmas, try as they might, these raptor Grimm weren't going to catch him under normal circumstances.</s> <\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Amy turned toward Diamond, her eyes falling from the medallion to the other girl's face, then to the grappling hooks on the ground. Her arms and legs were on fire, having pushed herself as hard as she could already. "I'm excellent with a grappling hook, but… Not gonna be much use in the condition I'm in. Care to help a girl out?" The theatrical way in which the new obstacle was revealed made Diamond roll her eyes, however the task didn't seem to be that hard, not with her actually saving her strength despite what the teacher wanted. She considered that a sound tactical decision right now. The desired object was hanging by the ceiling. If she put what she had left into it, she could probably form platforms with her semblance to get that high before she completely exhausted herself, but the teacher didn't want that and she doubted she could cheat stealthily enough, although she wasn't above cheating if she could get away with it. Fortunately the help needed appeared by itself. "Certainly. A recovery of a lost item from a safe location. Just like old times." the ex-thief grinned, eyeballing their options. She could see herself with the grappling hook, but just thinking of pulling up another person made her arms numb. The blocks around of various size and weights would chisel a good bit off of that distance, but stacking them up seemed stupidly dangerous. Of course, she could wrap her shadow around to strengthen the construct, but the teacher frowned upon using semblances in his class to Diamond's great displeasure. Her mind wisely chose not to consider the poles and pogo sticks. Snapping her fingers and pointing to one of the bigger boxes, she whispered: "Let's try stacking something on that one?" she didn't want anyone else to overhear. Old habits died hard, and her mind was going with the thief analogy. And Diamond couldn't let anyone get first to what she was stealing. Amy nodded, moving toward the large box Diamond had indicated, gaze focusing on the gold medallion tied to the ceiling. "So… That box, plus another, smaller one? If we get close enough, we could jump and touch it… Or use a grappling hook to swing toward it, I suppose." She glanced at Diamond, her eyes looking the other girl up and down. "What are you planning?" "Like something you see?" Diamond couldn't help herself when her thief eyes noticed Amy's all over her. Thinking over the suggestions Amy brought up, Diamond wasn't entirely sold. "Jumping smells of broken legs, not all of us come with feathers," she smirked, "The grapple sounds doable, or we could use one for stability while climbing a higher stack." she said as she scratched her chin. Of course she pulled jobs where she had to get to high places, but that was usually when her semblance came to aid. But other than that, she was certainly more comfortable using a length of rope than relying on her body alone. The thug didn't have doubt she could jump that high from the boxes, but she drawn blanks when she thought of how to land with the grace of something else than a brick. Using a rope for balance while they climbed the stack seemed the least physically exerting and above all else, both could reach that the same time. As the ex-thief was heavier, anything else would have her supporting the lighter girl, and she prefered sharing the profit to letting someone else get the loot. Amy smirked slightly. "The stability idea sounds the best… I don't want broken bones anymore than you do. So… Just stack this stuff as high as we can, then climb it? Okay…" Amy leaned over to push the box Diamond had indicated, starting to push the box. She looked over her shoulder at Diamond, making sure the other girl got a very nice view of her butt, then barely winked at her before she moved the box to the best spot to start a stack. "Find a box, put it on the stack. Your turn." "Much appreciated." Diamond said, her hand instinctively flying up to tip her hat only to grasp empty air. Measuring the boxes available with her gaze, she found a few that looked sturdy enough and would get them there. On her way to fetch the next one, she also grabbed a length of rope with the hook tied to the end. Pushing the box to the first one wasn't a problem, but getting it up there took some effort. She went off to get two of the vaulting poles and made a sort of inclined plane along which she slid the box up. "What, two more? The lighter ones should do now." Diamond said, dropping the rope near the boxes. Amy nodded, picking up a box–God, did her arms hurt–and put it on top of the lower box, then pulled herself on top of the lower of the two and put it on the higher one. "Hand me another one. No reason to climb back down so long as I'm here. Particularly because I pretty much can't feel anything from my arms except pain." "Ow, my poor baby. Perhaps you should stop by after classes. See if I picked up something from those golden hands of yours?" Diamond grinned, waving her fingers. She picked up the rope and handed it over to Amy: "See if you can get it up, it's getting wobbly up there." Afterwards she turned around and dragged the last box to their stack. Pushing it up before following onto the first box, she carefully stepped on the next one to keep the tower in balance. "Maybe so." Amy's smirk never left her face as she picked up the rope, and with practiced ease threw it over a girder near the medallion. She pulled some of her weight onto the rope, letting the boxes restabilize as Diamond climbed up them. "Okay, so… We're both gonna climb the rope at the same time? To both the victors go the spoils?" Looking around to check their competition, diamond was happy to see no one was as far - well, high - as they were. She praised herself for saving her energy. "That's the idea, unless you intend to be a backstabbing find and throw me off at the last moment." Diamond smiled, reaching for the rope to help drag herself up the last, dodgy block. She was glad for the support, otherwise she was certain she would have lost balance a long time ago. Wrapping the rope around her right hand, she offered her left to the other girl to help pull her up. Once there, she looked up at the trinket now within their reach. "On three?" "On three. One, two, three–" And their hands both touched the medallion at the same time, whatever surprise the PE teacher had planned undoubtedly happening. Though, Amy reflected, the PE teacher likely wasn't going to give them anything. Sadist.</s>	<\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel rolled to the side to avoid a lunging Itzanma. The Itzanma turned to lunge at him again, but Daniel was quicker to retaliate, stabbing it in its chest. Jumping back as the corpse disintegrated, Daniel yelled out happily, "This is too easy!" Unfortunately for him, those words would come back to bite him in the ass. Salamanders were firing shots of acid, which were coming down on him and the other students, forcing Daniel to keep moving to avoid getting hit. Daniel shot one fireball at the trees where an acid shot had come from, but it did next to nothing to even lessen the amount of shots. One shot managed to hit his short sword, and Daniel threw it to the side out of instinct. Great, now he was one weapon short. With only one sword left and no way to fight back against the Salamanders, Daniel decided that he might as well just fight the things he could fight. Right now, that was the Itzanmas. Slicing through an Itzanma as he ran, he jumped and cleaved through another Itzanma that was lunging toward Oswald. Grinning, he turned toward Oswald and said, "You owe me one now!" before running off towards the others.</s>
<\|description\|>Daniel Day Dalton Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: - Dragon's Fang: a straight double-edged short sword. The blade is black, with a white line in the middle. The blade can be set ablaze, which also causes the white line to turn red. The blade can also launch the flames from the blade as a fireball, which consequently extinguishes the blade, but it can easily be reignited. - Dragon's Claw: Also a black blade with a white line in the middle, and can be set ablaze, but this blade is a hand and a half sword, single-edged and curved. Like the short sword, its white line turns red when set ablaze and can shoot fire, but unlike the short sword, it shoots the fire as a flamethrower. Both are capable of absorbing flames, whether from each other, an explosion, etc. The stronger the flame, the more power it absorbs, and vice versa. Specialty: Holds the short sword in his left hand and the longsword in the right. Barrages the enemy with the short sword with fast pierces and slashes, using the longsword to deliver the final blow. Deals a high amount of damage very quickly, using both swords and flames (usually at the same time), but not really one to take as many blows. It won't stop him from charing in head first though. Semblance: Inferno: Engulfs himself with fire (does not burn himself or whatever he's touching unless he wants it to get burned) and increases his physical abilites (mainly strength and speed). Doing so will turn his hair from black to blonde, though why it does this is unknown. He can also just engulf one part of his body (an arm, a leg, etc) rather than his entire body (his hair will not turn blonde this way, unless the flames engulf his head). The flames can be absorbed by his own blades, but doing so tires him out quicker. Personality: He's hot headed for sure. Very easy to anger and very easy to excite. Get on his bad side, he'll demand a fight and you'll probably be lucky if all he does is burn off your hair. Get on his good side, well, it's handy to have a human torch on your side. He believes that just about every solution to a problem involves fire or explosions. Surprisingly enough, it's worked well enough in the past, although most of those events were really solved due to luck. He also tends to be rather overconfident during fights, and gets insulted easily during fights. Color: Light orange. Emblem: The symbol for fire, and his two blades crossed in front of it. The fire will be orange, and the swords are entirely black (blade, hilt, everything). Here for reference. Appearance: This guy. Also come here if you prefer. This is also a really good picture.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz-- Red Pill Oh you've gotta be kidding me! This was too much! Making him look like an enemy was one thing, but blaming him for his own fictional death and telling her to kill him for it? Ignoring the dull ache on his arm as the burns receded in both coverage and severity, the outermost regions now little more than an angry red, he clenched an inflamed fist. "Don't you listen to her! There's no way I could kill me that easily!" he roared, pointing an accusatory finger at Morgan with this non-injured hand. "She's a liar! You're being deceived, Ciel! Snap out of it!" Punctuating the sentence with a grabbed barstool flung at the space a few feet above Ciel's head, and not Ciel herself, Luke used the momentary distraction for every drop that it was worth, charging Morgan directly.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Dragon's Den TRACK: Rapid Fire "Oshi-", Jack made the most wide-eyed expression of surprise before darting to the side, and out of the line of fire. While the gunfire was dying down, he looked down to his coat and saw a few holes in it... "And that was my favourite coat...", as the gunfire died down, he peeked over the side for a moment, only to be met with gunfire, forcing him back into cover. "Can't flank them, can't go straight ahead... I guess I should try smoking them out...", he thought to himself. He couldn't do a Lightning Rod thing, that took setup, setup that would take longer than it took a bullet to meet him... Maybe if he had numerous of daggers with similar properties to his, he could, or if there were a lot of poles inside the room, he could... But neither were available to him, so he had to try a different approach. He couldn't count how many clones there were, but there were upward 4 from the glimpse and gunfire. It looked like this was a panic room or something, instead of an escape route like he had thought. What with all the running, he figured his opponent would run, but it was more like he sought a better vantage point to fight from. Though, this room appeared to have no exit, other than the one he was standing beside... This meant, an explosive or a way to smoke them out, was their worst enemy, something he didn't have in his semblance, so he couldn't rely on it. He surveyed the room... Let's see... It was mostly bare, and the only other cover seemed to be a bar and stools. There appeared to be shelves of alcohol stacked there... Alcohol. On it's own, the only thing it was useful for was forgetting things. He needed to make sure though... He grabbed his dagger and imbued it, then scraped it across the ground once, sparks flew. "Well, let's see how this turns out...". Meanwhile within the panic room, the Clown would notice that there hasn't been activity for a fair bit of time... Before he could decide on a new plan of action, one of the clones was suddenly splattered with his favourite beverage and glass, and soon many more types followed. Glass flew everywhere as Jack darted around the outside, lobbing bottles of alcohol into the panic room, the clones would attempt to fire, but they would miss. With the space he had out there, no amount of bullet-based firepower would catch him. Maybe explosives, but not bullets. After awhile, he would disappear, and in a satisfying straight cascade, a trail of alcohol and shattered glass was made, leading out, before a violent blue flash scraped the ground, causing sparks to fly into the trail of alcohol. Rapidly, the fire would spread, and soon the room was an inferno, with the clown panicking and coming out with fire all over his clothes and mask. As the clown stumbled out of the furnace that Jack had created, he was met with a punch from one hand, while the other ripped the mask off. Though Jack wasn't without mercy. He did a rapid spinning double kick, tripping him, and then the last strike sending him rolling across the ground and into a wall, dousing the fire essentially with a forced stop drop and roll.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Caravan Mission When Oswald came in, there were indeed eyes on him. Men armed with pick axes, in various states of tattered. Beyond them was pitch black. The fear in their eyes were evident however, and they knew they were trapped. But for the short while that Oswald was there, he would hear something. Voices. Words. In an entirely different language. "Fru ec ra? Fryd tuac ra fyhd?" "Rana'c hud rana du gemm ic, ec ra?" "Tytto, bmayca cyja sa!" There was a started shout when he vanished, leaving only the note. One of the men crept forward and looked at the note, unfamiliar with the words written on it. There was some hushed chatting amongst the men to try to figure out who amongst them knew the language. An elderly woman stepped forward and took the note in her hand. Electrical sparks jumped from her fingers and burned the paper. "Hmph. Hunters. Damned fools don't even have half the story..." Meanwhile topside, the head guardsman still looked stern and ready for violence, though the rest of his guards seemed rather revealed that for once, no one was trying to kill them. There wasn't really anywhere to rest however, and the best they could do was find a shaded area tn sit down. The head guardsman went up to Marcus. "Do you really think those animals are going to listen? No matter how this ends up, they're as good as dead. It was because of them that this camp is in this sorry state! If we don't kill them, they'll be executed or imprisoned for siding with the fang. You trap a animal in a corner and it will die fighting. And I don't know about you, but I rather not give them the chance to bear their claws." Eventually however someone does come up. It was only one, but a female faunas arrived with a piece of paper. But as soon as she saw the tank she couldn't take another step forward. She just fell to her knees and started crying, clutching the paper tightly. Before anyone else could come out an older man came from the cave and put his arms around her, trying to both comfort the crying girl and shield her from Team MODA and the others, despite how fruitless such an endeavor would be. The guardsmen were stirred back and the head guardsman was thinking about taking a shot, but looked over to Marcus. "I don't know what you sent to them, but I seriously doubt that a show of force is suppose to make them comply. It certainly didn't when we tried." "Fryd yna oui fyedehk vun, oui pycdyntc! Lusa yht gemm ic ev oui ryda ic cu silr, un nayt drec yht cyja ic! Lusa uh, zicd tu ed!" The man at the entrance of the mine started shouting at the others in his language, seeming quite angry and passionate. He took the paper from the girl's hand and waved it in the air. There was some sort of writing on it. On a piece of cloth scratchily written with what seems to be coal as the following written: I am the radio jamer. I not stop until we saved. We know that you wil kill us ifw leave. We do not control bugs. They kill us to. There was a message on the other side of the note as well. Fat human said he help and this hapen. We do not trust you do right thing. All you humans kill like monsters. Is that you will do anyways? @Agent B52@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN Patrol Mission "You assholes! You don't care about this city at all, just want to flaunt your dick and stick your head up your ass!" The anchor girl shouted at Ebon and Skyra. The leader of the gang placed a hand on the Anchor girl, who quickly than began to heal from her injuries. "Shush. Let them do what they want. We still have work to do ourselves. Don't worry, I doubt they could help even if they did know what's going on." The leader said quietly. The gang of girls departed shortly after, vanishing around the corner. At the Horn of Plenty district, things were just as bustling before, but without merchants trying to get in everyone's way. Instead various food kiosk stood at each corner and on the side of the room, trying to sell their wares. Dango in sweet sauce, grilled meat on sticks, there was one stall selling burgers that used hand-man doughnuts instead of buns, watermelons, and even one selling a strange blue drink, claiming that it can give you nightvision. There were also robots moving around, picking up trash, offering directions, and cleaning messes. Not too far away from the entrance of the Horn of plenty however was a crime scene; there was police tape blocking the area around a gas station, with a bunch of broken windows scattered about. A human officer was on standby and when she noticed Skyra and Ebon she waved them down. "Hey! You're the hunters, right?" Over at the Land of Walt the manager of the Ursa game seemed unsurprised that Krysthane tried to kick the target herself. Her attack did cause a bit of damage, knocking over a table from the force of her blow... And got to 77%. The Ursa did bend at the force of her attack, but it did not break. The manager simply sighed and spoke out. "And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why you need the right tools for the job! That was an impressive kick young lady, but unfortunately it just didn't cut it. Points for trying though! Here, have a sundae." Two knights arrived on the scene expecting a fight, but when they saw it was just Krysthane trying to hit the ursa they relaxed. "Another hunter huh? You'd think they would know how to hit an ursa for maximum damage!" One of the knights said. The other knight just laughed and noticed Sepia. There was a nudge between the two, a couple of hand motions, and one of the knights approached the absent-minded huntress. He leaned in closely and whispered something into Sepia's ears. "Psst, hey. The sweet spot on the ursa isn't on it's head. Well, not on it's face. It's actually right underneath it's chin. Most people do an overhead smash, but what you actually need to do it do an underhand swing. That'll give you at least 50%, so if you put some power into it you can hit a hundred easy." @SevenStormStyle@PyroDash888@Ryonara</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Emerald's ears perked up as Vega addressed her. She was actually talking to her! Yay! She sat up straight in her chair a bounced in it a bit, as if there was something inside her that made it impossible to hold still. "Well, I like to eat ice cream...watch movies...play games...get into foodfights...jump off cliffs...catch bugs...climb trees...snowball fights...avoid yellow snow...practice with my weapons...practice with my weapons on grimm...see how long I can hold my breath...stare at fish in aquariums..." She paused. "There's a lot more, but I'm getting tired of talking."</s>	<\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel was relaxing on one of the hospital beds, having been dragged here due to his wound. Apparently, the bullet had gone through his body, so there wasn't any need for surgery to extract any bullets. However, the wound was still quite severe, so he had been forced to stay at the infirmary. Needless to say, Daniel was not pleased, but there was nothing he could do about it. The recovery time was not given to him, which made waiting even worse for him. Robert and Priscilla were uninjured, but Greyson took even worse of a hit than Daniel did. It wasn't pretty at all. Daniel looked at everyone, then realized how silent the group was at the moment. Daniel was considering which joke to use in the current atmosphere, and was about to say something, when Abel and Sapphire came in. Guess a few of the others were returning from their missions too. Then the small talk began. "An understatement for sure," Daniel agreed with Robert. "Especially considering what Ms. Popular's going through," referring to Priscilla. "As for the mission, lemme tell ya, getting shot is not fun." Then came a mention of a ferret. Daniel decided to shut up for once and listen to this story. It wasn't every day you'd hear about a ferret, after all.</s>
<\|description\|>Daniel Day Dalton Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: - Dragon's Fang: a straight double-edged short sword. The blade is black, with a white line in the middle. The blade can be set ablaze, which also causes the white line to turn red. The blade can also launch the flames from the blade as a fireball, which consequently extinguishes the blade, but it can easily be reignited. - Dragon's Claw: Also a black blade with a white line in the middle, and can be set ablaze, but this blade is a hand and a half sword, single-edged and curved. Like the short sword, its white line turns red when set ablaze and can shoot fire, but unlike the short sword, it shoots the fire as a flamethrower. Both are capable of absorbing flames, whether from each other, an explosion, etc. The stronger the flame, the more power it absorbs, and vice versa. Specialty: Holds the short sword in his left hand and the longsword in the right. Barrages the enemy with the short sword with fast pierces and slashes, using the longsword to deliver the final blow. Deals a high amount of damage very quickly, using both swords and flames (usually at the same time), but not really one to take as many blows. It won't stop him from charing in head first though. Semblance: Inferno: Engulfs himself with fire (does not burn himself or whatever he's touching unless he wants it to get burned) and increases his physical abilites (mainly strength and speed). Doing so will turn his hair from black to blonde, though why it does this is unknown. He can also just engulf one part of his body (an arm, a leg, etc) rather than his entire body (his hair will not turn blonde this way, unless the flames engulf his head). The flames can be absorbed by his own blades, but doing so tires him out quicker. Personality: He's hot headed for sure. Very easy to anger and very easy to excite. Get on his bad side, he'll demand a fight and you'll probably be lucky if all he does is burn off your hair. Get on his good side, well, it's handy to have a human torch on your side. He believes that just about every solution to a problem involves fire or explosions. Surprisingly enough, it's worked well enough in the past, although most of those events were really solved due to luck. He also tends to be rather overconfident during fights, and gets insulted easily during fights. Color: Light orange. Emblem: The symbol for fire, and his two blades crossed in front of it. The fire will be orange, and the swords are entirely black (blade, hilt, everything). Here for reference. Appearance: This guy. Also come here if you prefer. This is also a really good picture.</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel's thoughts were interrupted by someone asking him a question. Daniel turned around and saw Greyson offering him some cards to play. Daniel took them, then said, "I never learned how to play card games. Never had the time for them, and no one ever wanted to teach me. So, I'll probably do terribly on this." Whether or not that was true, Daniel had no idea, but there was only one way to find out. "You can go first," Daniel said while listening in the background for the ferret story.</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson nodded at him and decided to talk while they played " I used to play a lot of card games by myself when I was younger it was nice sometimes and lonely other times". Greyson said as he looked at his cards and put down some cards "two 4's" Greyson said and waiting to see if Daniel would want to call him on it and say BS. This game was the only game Greyson knew to play with others, most of the time he would play solitaire or 21 by himself. It was nice to have someone to play against even if they were in better shape then Greyson was and would probably leave earlier then him...</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane brightened up, actually this gave her the perfect chance to began questioning. "No sir, we're here for a mission actually. As you probably know a bunch of police officers are down with the flu right now so my team was called in to temporarily assist and keep an eye out. Right now we're attempting to investigate some reports on vandals in the area causing some problems in the area, do you know anything about that? Oh and also, I know it sounds silly but have you had any Grimm sightings in the area recently?" Krysthane inquired, all business now that her playtime was done. Hopefully these knights would have something more concrete to work on, so far it seemed the Grimm sighting were nothing serious.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Ciel - Resolute "I am still unsure on all of this something smells foul about all of this" Ciel spoke up stating her own opinions on the matter at hand. While it was true that these people weren't the strongest minus her minor effort of fear and getting caught in the illusion. "I do think that it could be a front and perhaps we were meant to find these but this could just be me being overly cautious." She continued as she turned briefly to face her team mates. Maybe it was just her but she did believe that despite everything that happened that it was to easy to grab said information they were practically screaming their colors for the world to see. Still she supposed Jack could be right and they were mere peons in the scheme of things rather than anything else. Beyond that though they completed the mission and to her that was what mattered more it showcased to her at least her faults and she was going to become stronger or have a way to make sure she won't fall for such illusions again.</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel watched as Greyson put two cards face down and declare, "Two fours." If Daniel understood correctly, he needed to put cards face down as well and tell his opponent what they were. Sounded simple. A little too simple, perhaps. Well, he'd learn the rules as he went. Daniel took one card from his hand and placed it face down, saying, "One 5."</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega I say your bluffing" Greyson said with a small smile wondering if he was right, it was a small thrill thinking he could be right or wrong on this. Not fighting for your life kind of thrill but it was so much better then sitting in bed waiting for his wound to heal. If Greyson was right about Daniel's bluff then Daniel would have to take all the cards currently on the pile the name of the game was to empty the hand and if they had most of the cards in the deck they would end up loosing the game. Greyson wondered how Robert and Priscilla were doing as they talked about a pet having a semblance or something. Greyson didn't think it was odd since the Faunus were part animals why wouldn't a real animal have one? That was just Greyson's opinion however...</s>	<\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton "I say you're bluffing," Greyson said. Daniel raised an eyebrow. Now there's the catch in this game, Daniel thought. So the objective was to lie about the cards they were placing down, and without getting caught, probably. Unfortunately for Greyson, Daniel had not been lying about the card, and Daniel flipped the card over, revealing it to be the 5 of clubs. "Sorry, man, this is a five," Daniel said, grinning. "So, what happens if you get it wrong?"</s>
<\|description\|>Victor Glade Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: A Prosthetic right arm that can be removed. His combat arm is highly durable with immense grip strength. If grabbed by the wrist and a hidden switch pressed it detaches and transforms into a classical Long sword. When Victor presses his left fist into the right palm and twists the mechanical fingers clamp down and the prosthetic right arm covers his left, creating a Megaman style buster cannon (likes to keep this as a hidden surprise). Specialty: A showy front-line brawler that punishes anyone foolish enough to ignore him. While using his prosthetic arm Victor uses a high-flying grappler fighting style similar to a Luchadore. Using the Longsword Victor uses a high momentum style, using centrifugal force to add power to his slashes since he can't use his other arm to add cutting strength. Using the Mega Buster, Victor is less balanced than normal and as such tries to brace himself as much as possible. Victor can adjust the power and recoil of the buster, but he needs to be braced against something to use it's full power due to the recoil. Semblance: Personal Space Projects a bubble of aura that grants Victor complete awareness of everything within it, allowing instantaneous reactions. Personality: Victor is a cheery guy who has trouble accepting help from others. He is friendly and socialises, but will never ask for help. He has a bit of a complex about proving that he is capable of doing things on his own due to his need for a prosthetic arm and having been pitied for it since he was young. Color: Vermilion Emblem: A shooting star Appearance: 170 cm with a runner's athletic build. Sandy blond hair that is pulled back into a small ponytail to keep it out of his green eyes. Favors wearing t-shirts, usually a peachy orange, to give him easy access to his mechanical right arm. His mechanical arm is a matte red with polished silver joints that catch the light. Navy-blue jeans, white belt, and orange sneakers complete his ensemble.</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren really tried to concentrate on the speech in front of her. But, she couldn't. She was hungry, but she knew she wasn't. It was the kind of hunger a drug addict had, and as much as that addict might try to deny the cravings, they would not go away until sated. And, in this room of so many people, she was going mental. So many people, but she couldn't touch a single one, or they would know. She didn't want anyone to know. Knowing is bad. She heard her name spoken by Ozpin, and the team name of 'Gilgamesh' which was a pretty awesome name. Not that it mattered to her. The fire in her veins wouldn't quit it because of a fancy name. There was only one thing that could quench that fire, and it was not something good, or easily obtained. As she was going though her problems, one of her team mates suggested that they change the name, because of some stupid human reason. Irritated, Mokuren stepped forwards until she was level with his ear, and then spoke. "Shut up, or I'll kill you" She whispered, barely stopping herself from carrying out her threat and then relieving her urge. She would keep it under wraps now, if only for now. This man, with his stupid, pathetic complaint deserved no sympathy from Mokuren, even if he was going to be a team mate from now on.</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery Priscilla was actually relieved that they finally got out of that situation that happened back there in the forest with those creatures. And they were the first one to reunite so that was good too. As they arrived into the auditorium, the professor was speaking about who was going to be the leader of the team. Basically all four of them were going to be in the team for the rest of their Beacon lives. That sounded not to bad actually, she got a good bond with them. They were basically like the fantastic four, as Robert said. That's right, Robert. He was going to be the leader of the team! He actually deserves to be the leader because he is a leader and he acts like on as well. Also he was a big ole nerdy guy like Reed from the Fantastic four, so that was interesting. Priscilla smiled at her team, as they walked to their room. "Well.. we could always..go explore the academy or something?" That was a thought but she actually just wanted to lay down and relax a little, but of course.. the boys probably wouldn't want that. So she decided to do anything they wanted to do. "Eh. Anything you guys want to do. I'll be fine."</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel smirked as his name was called. It was only natural that he would pass the initiation. Admittedly it was not what he had expected, but it was exciting, and it actually forced him to work in a team. Admittedly, his teammates came in handy, but he didn't really like being in a team. Oh well, four years wouldn't be too long. His team leader, Robert if he remembered correctly, suddenly decided that they should go to their room. Daniel was about to use his usual, "Who made you boss?" line when he realized how stupid that sounded right now. He glanced at the other teams, then followed Robert to their room. It was smaller than he expected. "OK, let's establish whose beds are whose," Daniel said. "We certainly don't want to mix up our beds and find people sleeping in the wrong beds, now would we? Although... finding a girl sleeping in your bed might not be a bad thing, eh?" He gave a little nudge to Priscilla, then laughed at his own joke.</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni raised an eyebrow as the beautiful fox faunas turn towards him and whispered into his ear a death threat. Even though he had received many death threats in his life time, he had never felt the way he did when he heard this one. Geni was immediately attracted to the woman, although the woman probably despised him, he would find a way to get on her good side. Geni had kind off hoped that she would be the kind type but this would work out, they would need the badass chick to complete the groups awesomeness. But Geni had to wonder why she was so mean, all he wanted was a cool team name that would complement the true nature of the team itself. Unfortunately someone did not like that idea and decided to convey that dislike through the form of a death threat. Although the woman had established her own opinion on the matter, still had 2 more voters left. Unfortunately, he knew that this was not a democracy and it was probably not up to him, but it was a good conversation starter. "Look lady, we're not gonna get all gladiatorial on each other. Not gonna happen. But I would love to get to know you more. Kuren right?" He said with a grin on his face. Geni was not sure if that was the girl's name, it was kinda hard to catch the name of your teammate when your fighting for your life, and that same teammate decides the threaten you.</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson smiled as he followed Robert to their new room, Greyson was a little disappointed that he couldn't be leader but it was probably for the best anyways if anything Greyson would make battle plans for the team instead. Right now Greyson just wanted to lay down and relax knowing they would be starting the real school stuff soon so Greyson wanted to just relax for a few moments before going off to do whatever they decided on. For once it was a good thing that Greyson wasn't the only high strong person they had in their team compared to Daniel. "first order of business should be personalizing our spaces so that we know who's bed belongs to who." Greyson said smiling since they all had their own beds and small area they should start decorating accordingly ask they wouldn't get confused as to who sleeps where. Greyson was glad he had a team like this and could rely on them like their battle with the giant bull with a huge attitude</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren's eyes blazed as her team mate was quickly devolving into 'most recent fix'. He said they where not going to go at it gladiatorial style, and even got her name wrong. She herself wasn't listening to Ozpin and so didn't know her target's name, but there was quite a good reason for that. This human on the other hand didn't seem to have anything wrong with him, except his brain. That thing was clearly damaged if he thought to complain at something as minute and meaningless as a team name. He was even grinning. If Mokuren tried to grin right now, she'd terrify any onlooker that cared to onlook. It grated her nerves, and those where already under a lot of strain. She gripped the sword at her side tightly for a few seconds, before letting it go and swishing her tail erratically. "No, we aren't going at it gladiatorial style. That would imply you have a fair chance, and as such would be stupid. But if you do want to know more about me, then maybe you can get a better set of priorities. The name of our team is fleeting and has no grasp on the mortal realm. And I really don't see what problem you have with Gilgamesh anyway. He sounds like an interesting person" Mokuren replied, trying not to bare her teeth at him. In such a situation, the sharp, carnivorous fangs probably wouldn't be taken the right way. "And if you wish for my name, then you should have listened to the professor"</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert took note of Priscilla's request to explore the campus, and was about to ask Greyson and Daniel when he realized that they had arrived at their room. He turned back around, used one of the keys that had been folded into the instructions to open the door, and then handed the remaining three to Priscilla, Greyson, and Daniel. It was then that Greyson and Daniel answered Robert's question. It was also then that Robert suddenly changed his care-free mood, to one easily described as 'hidden anger.' While both of their suggestions sounded reasonable, it was Daniel's second comment that had the effect on Robert's mood. It wasn't just the fact that Robert had feelings for Priscilla, that was bad enough. It was the fact that Daniel had said that last part in such a... perverted way. That was what suddenly pissed Robert off, though you wouldn't have been able to tell just by looking at him. "Alright everyone, just pick your bed then," he said. He purposefully waited for Priscilla to choose he bed before quickly choosing the one he felt was closest to hers. No way was he letting Daniel get near her, now. For a moment he wondered if he might have been overreacting though, but the idea was quickly dismissed. Once everyone had picked their beds, Robert stood back up and spoke. "So, you guys want to organize the room and stuff. Right?" he said, pointing to Greyson and Daniel. "And you want to go exploring the campus," he now said this while pointing at Priscilla. He then looked down at the foot of his bed where he would have temporarily left his belongings, if he had any. "Well, I'm all unpacked... and I'm not too big on decorating, so if you want to go exploring, I'm all ready to go," he said to Priscilla. He then moved towards the exit, stopped, turned, and leaned against the wall next to it. "You guys wanna come?" he asked politely.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro "Dad, no, please. DAD! DAD!" a female voice shouted, grabbing Kuhaku from his dream and jerking him back to reality. Eyes slowly opening, his white ears twitched and swiveled searching for the source of the shouting that woke him up. Carefully, he sat up in his hospital bed. Rubbing his eyes, he yawned. Looking at his hands, he sat there in silence wondering if he just imagined the shouting. How long had he been sleeping for? "NO!" the same voice from earlier screamed, startling Kuhaku and making him jump. He definitely didn't imagine the voice. There was a ruckus, a short commotion. Was someone hurt? What was going on? Remaining still, he listened carefully. Someone was crying. Looking at the medical equipment he was connected to, he moved quickly. He pulled out the IV drip, removed the oxygen mask from his face, the heart rate monitor, and anything else he was attached to. As the heart rate monitor flatlined and droned on after being disconnected from him, he pulled it closer and switched it off. Grabbing onto the sides of the medical bed, he swung his legs from underneath the blankets and stood. Wincing, his muscles ached and his bones groaned at him. But, he was okay. More importantly, someone in the infirmary with him seemed to be in distress. Throwing open his privacy curtains, he used his hearing to pinpoint the source of the crying. As he stood in front of the patient's privacy curtain, he spoke up and announced himself. It was only polite. "H-...Hello? Hey, are you alright? Is everything okay in there? I heard some shouting and crying and I wanted to come check up on you. Is it alright if I come in?" He reached in and parted the curtains just ever so slightly, just enough to poke one white tiger ear in along with his tail. It was his odd way of showing who he was to test the waters incase it was someone who knew him or he knew.</s>	<\|message\|>Victor Glade Victor was more tired than he had felt in a long time. He was bruised and battered, his left eye throbbing, a bandaged cut on his left forearm and his right leg supporting all his weight. Despite all that he had a grin on his face. I won, that cat lady got me good with her tail, but I'm standing here! Victorious!. Hearing the yell of "Kaput!" Victor looked over and saw three angry faces glaring back. Well they are already angry... no harm in a bit of taunting Waving back at the angry trio, Victor blew a kiss in their direction. While making a 'call me' hand with his prosthetic Victor yelled "Robo-Kitten! Call me! We can discuss maintenance tips!" turning his attention back to the professor he heard that Rayna would be the leader of the newly christened Jormungandr. It makes sense that I'm not the leader, I currently lack the qualities a leader needs, although I do have an iron fist. Chuckling at his own joke, Victor looked out the corner of his eyes and smiled "I'll be sure to learn everything I can from you Miss Rayna. Please show me what makes a good leader" I'll need to know if I'm going take back my place at home</s>
<\|description\|>Victor Glade Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: A Prosthetic right arm that can be removed. His combat arm is highly durable with immense grip strength. If grabbed by the wrist and a hidden switch pressed it detaches and transforms into a classical Long sword. When Victor presses his left fist into the right palm and twists the mechanical fingers clamp down and the prosthetic right arm covers his left, creating a Megaman style buster cannon (likes to keep this as a hidden surprise). Specialty: A showy front-line brawler that punishes anyone foolish enough to ignore him. While using his prosthetic arm Victor uses a high-flying grappler fighting style similar to a Luchadore. Using the Longsword Victor uses a high momentum style, using centrifugal force to add power to his slashes since he can't use his other arm to add cutting strength. Using the Mega Buster, Victor is less balanced than normal and as such tries to brace himself as much as possible. Victor can adjust the power and recoil of the buster, but he needs to be braced against something to use it's full power due to the recoil. Semblance: Personal Space Projects a bubble of aura that grants Victor complete awareness of everything within it, allowing instantaneous reactions. Personality: Victor is a cheery guy who has trouble accepting help from others. He is friendly and socialises, but will never ask for help. He has a bit of a complex about proving that he is capable of doing things on his own due to his need for a prosthetic arm and having been pitied for it since he was young. Color: Vermilion Emblem: A shooting star Appearance: 170 cm with a runner's athletic build. Sandy blond hair that is pulled back into a small ponytail to keep it out of his green eyes. Favors wearing t-shirts, usually a peachy orange, to give him easy access to his mechanical right arm. His mechanical arm is a matte red with polished silver joints that catch the light. Navy-blue jeans, white belt, and orange sneakers complete his ensemble.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond gave a dismissive grunt as she thrown her coat on the remaining corner bed to the far right. The cold wall would be a nice creature comfort in the summers. she noticed their luggage has been delivered to the room by the school's staff - how nice of them! - and she went for her bag, digging out a towel, a black nightgown and a bag of toiletries. She had an experience of having roommates, and she knew it always ended in the last guy having no hot water left for them. "Dibs on the shower. Enter at your own peril." she challenged with a seductive smile. One very relieving shower later Diamond lumbered back into the room, the hat seemingly never leaving her head if not for the fact it was dry. She even tried not to be wasting too much of their time and water, but they didn't need to know that. "Hey boss, when's the wake up call?" she asked, checking if the scrolls had an alarm clock app to them or if she'd have to use her watch. One look at the large bag and she decided that shelving her stuff could wait for tomorrow. Shoving it under the bed she lied down, sliding the hat to cover her face for the night.</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery As they walked around the hall, now making their way towards the cafeteria where the lunch would be at. Now arriving there, they made the huge line waiting for the food. Hopefully there would be some good food there because she was not going to make this big line for no reason and then the food tasting disgusting, oh no! Priscilla stretched letting go of Robert's arm and now picking out her food. "Mmmm! All looks so delicious!" Priscilla turned to Robert grabbing his food. Men love to eat! So she did the same and picked out her food, BUT it was totally different from Robert. Instead of a burger, she picked up a tray full of salad with the dressing and white chicken cut in small half slices. As they sat down on the table, she began to eat her food while staring at Robert eating. He was so cute eating. "Uhh.. My food? It taste good, hah. It's just salad. I had a craving for it!"</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro As Ms. Rode took her slice of cake, she dropped it shortly after upon hearing Gren's words. However, she was able to react quickly enough to twist and catch it. Kuhaku's ears and tail perked up, he was impressed by her reflexes. It wasn't often you saw a human with quick reflexes like that. She looked to be in pain as she stood up slowly. He frowned and looked down at his body as he ate his slice of cake. Aside from a few scratches, cuts, and bruises that were nearly completely healed, he looked and felt fine. Whatever happened between the four of them, he apparently made it out in a lot better shape than Ms. Rode. Sure, he was a little achy and sore, but he wasn't in outright pain like she was. Despite how Kuhaku may look, he is a scrappy and tough individual. "Excuse me?" her voice tinged with disbelief. "We passed? But that battle was a complete disaster, by all rights half the team should be dead." "Battle?..." Kuhaku blinked. "Relax. You're still injured, but you're also alive. I'll explain what had happened the best I can." the armored creature said. The Creature walked over to Kuhaku's bed and neatened it for him, pulling the IV close to him. He looked up at the armored creature, looking a bit lost. Did he intend for him to lay back down and put the IV back in? The creature did the same for Ms. Rode, finally pulling up a chair to sit down to explain what happened. "First, I'll start my reintroducing myself and each other. It seems that Shiro has... Forgotten, so forgive me for speaking about anything redundant." Kuhaku's vision started to fade in and out. A gradually intensifying high-pitched whine irritating him, his ears twitching furiously. "I am Gren Orchid, boar faunas, also known as a-..." "Gren...? His head started to ache. The whining sound deafened him, his hearing going in and out. Allowing him to only hear bits and pieces of what Gren was saying. "...we later met with Abel Fulgurate..." "Abel..." As Gren continued explaining what happened before, Kuhaku's condition deteriorated. His vision failed him, becoming partially blind. His golden hazel eyes glazed over. The incessant high-pitched whine deafened him completely. His head felt as though it were in tightening vice grip, feeling as though it were splitting apart. Placing a hand on his forehead, he closed his eyes. "Ugh..." Unable to finish the remainder of his cake, he carefully set his fork down onto the plate and looked over at the nearby nightstand. Lifting his shaking hands, he reached over to try and set it aside. "...Shiro's semblance. He had used it to help me..." "...So I did use it..." His shaking became uncontrollable, the plate of cake slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground. The plate shattered, the fork clattered musically against the ground. Something willed him to move. He suddenly had an intense urge to leave the infirmary, not that he enjoyed his time there. Uncurling his legs, he stood and instantly crumpled to the ground with a thud. Reaching up, he grabbed the side of the bed and pulled himself up. "I have to leave.." He dragged himself around the bed. With his sense of smell still fully functioning, he located his belongings set neatly on the other side. The image of his sword and shield stood out clearly in the background of his heavily-blurred vision. "Kladenets...Perun..." Reaching out towards his weapons, his paw (hand) touched the face of the shield and a small amount of relief washed over him. Though made of cold metal, it radiated a faint warmth to Kuhaku. "I can't stay here." He pulled the sword and shield close to his chest, embracing them. "I'll lose everything. I have to-...while I can still move..." He shook his head, but that made things worse. The room felt as though it were spinning, making him feel sick. Noticing the bandages on his arms, he began to growl softly. Letting go to look at his hands, the weapons fell clanging loudly against the ground. "What am I wearing?" He looked at his body and pulled at the hospital clothing he had on. "Where...am I?" He looked around at the room, eyes still glazed over and partially blind. The deafening ringing in his ears driving him mad. He was wearing hospital clothes. It smelled like a hospital. He strongly dislikes hospitals. They reminded him too much of the time when he was found. The chemical smells and bright lights. The sterility of it all. "I have to hurry. I have to get out of here." Growling, he tore off the hospital clothing that was given to him, throwing it against the wall. Grabbing at the neatly folded pile of his clothing, he was amazingly able to somehow redress himself. Snatching up the fallen weapons, he rammed the sword into a compartment within the shield and sheathed it. The sword locked into place in the shield with a click-click. Slinging the combined pair onto his back, he stumbled to his feet. Slamming into the nearest wall, he stood for a moment leaning against it. "Wait, I made a mess right? I need to clean it u-" The high-pitched whining grew louder, his head feeling as though it were fit to burst. Shutting his eyes tight, he placed his hands on his head and gritted his fangs (teeth). He slid to the ground, on his knees. "M-my name is Kuhaku Shiro. I am 17 years old. I am a White Tiger Faunus. My parents were legendary Hunters. My mother's sword is Kladenets. My father's shield is Perun..." He repeated over and over in his head, clinging to his thoughts to prevent them from running away from him. Slowly, as the pain subsided slightly, he opened his eyes and froze in fear at what he saw. They were people. No, they were shadows. They were something. Sapphire, Gren, and Abel were gone. In their place were what Kuhaku called the Shadow Men, and they chased him ever since he was little. Following him, invading his nightmares, always there. Always just watching. He never knew what they were or what they wanted from him. They were looking at him, though not really. They had no eyes or any other physical features. Just thick, black clouds that vaguely resembled a person. They were whispering something to him or at him, but he couldn't understand what they were saying. They always appeared whenever he lost more of his memory. Just exactly how many times did he use his Semblance? He always thought the Shadow Men were the things that took his precious memories from them. All he knew was that he was scared of them. Scrambling backwards, he tried to press his body into the wall his back was against. He looked at their large forms with absolute terror and horror as they came closer to him. That's right, they were why he got the feeling that he needed to leave. They were coming for him. Eyes wide, chest heaving as he panted raggedly, he desperately sought an escape. But, he was trapped in a room with them now. They'll get him now. They'll steal more of his beloved memories. Sniffing, he smelled the clean outside air. Focusing on that scent, he blinked furiously. In a moment of clarity, he saw his way out. An open window. Bringing in his knees to press against the wall, he went for it. With one powerful heave, he lunged towards the window and cleared it. Crashing into the ground and vegetation, he rolled and tumbled a small distance. Shaking dirt and leaves from his white fur (hair) he looked up to see the Shadow Men at the window. He gave them a look of fear as he turned away from them. On all fours, he broke into a sprint. Running as far and as fast as he could, to get away. He tore through the school's campus, his vision degraded into a narrow tunnel. As he ran, tears streamed from his eyes. He blinked furiously to clear them away. "Don't forget. Don't forget. Don't forget..." he repeated to himself quietly in between breaths as he bounded away from the Shadow Men. "I must've seemed so weak." As he ran, he was confused as to why that thought creeped into his pounding mind. After a few minutes of sprinting, his healing body could take no more and he crashed into some shrubs. Breathing hard, he looked over his shoulder. No Shadow Men. He could see the building he was in off in the distance. Unmoving, he decided the ground was comfortable enough for a short break. Calming his breathing, he closed his eyes. His head still buzzed painfully. He decided he would rest here, wherever he was. He quickly fell asleep, hidden there in the greenery.</s>	<\|message\|>Victor Glade Hearing his new fearless leader say that he looked like crap he had to smile. Well she isn't wrong and stumbled after the group I hope this won't become a theme. Just walking was pain Kitty, I'm better pay you back for spearing my leg, everyone else was more or less settled by the time Victor entered the room. With a weary smile he made his way to a free bed. Instead of climbing into bed, Victor fell in the general direction of his bed, hitting the ground hard and dragging himself halfway back up before succumbing to sleep. ::FEW HOURS LATER:: It was a different dream each night for Victor, but they all end the same way, him losing his arm. Tonight he was before a Queen dressed in blue ordering it removed. Being dragged in a spiral downward into the depths of a castle Victor was unresisting as his arm was placed in some kind of guillotine, aimed to cut through his shoulder. As the blade fell it made a shrieking noise woke Victor. Rayna was standing proud armed with a whistle and launched into a speech. Attempting to lift himself up Victor went to put his weight on his right arm... and nothing was there. Falling with all the grace of a one armed man Victor slowly picked himself up and sat on the end of his bed. Utterly confused Victor started looking around for his arm. It shouldn't be hard to find, it's the size of an arm and is red with shiny parts. It doesn't exactly blend in... how did it come off? It's supposed to be battle ready... Hearing Rayna say that "We next find those Catapult scum and throw stuff at their windows" Victor had to wonder Are Catapult petty enough to steal my arm? Well they were pretty angry... damn those bastards. Grabbing some clean clothes out of his bag took longer than Victor expected, he continued trying to use his right arm. Finally dressed in a bright orange t-shirt and pale blue shorts Victor caught up to the rest of his team muttering to himself "Those bastards probably think that I can't fight without it, won't they be in for a shock when I get my hand on them!" Tugging at his empty right sleeve Victor felt unbalanced and annoyed. With frustration rising he had to speak up "Hey fearless leader! Any chance we can find Catapult any sooner? I have some things I want to ask them!"</s>
<\|description\|>Victor Glade Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: A Prosthetic right arm that can be removed. His combat arm is highly durable with immense grip strength. If grabbed by the wrist and a hidden switch pressed it detaches and transforms into a classical Long sword. When Victor presses his left fist into the right palm and twists the mechanical fingers clamp down and the prosthetic right arm covers his left, creating a Megaman style buster cannon (likes to keep this as a hidden surprise). Specialty: A showy front-line brawler that punishes anyone foolish enough to ignore him. While using his prosthetic arm Victor uses a high-flying grappler fighting style similar to a Luchadore. Using the Longsword Victor uses a high momentum style, using centrifugal force to add power to his slashes since he can't use his other arm to add cutting strength. Using the Mega Buster, Victor is less balanced than normal and as such tries to brace himself as much as possible. Victor can adjust the power and recoil of the buster, but he needs to be braced against something to use it's full power due to the recoil. Semblance: Personal Space Projects a bubble of aura that grants Victor complete awareness of everything within it, allowing instantaneous reactions. Personality: Victor is a cheery guy who has trouble accepting help from others. He is friendly and socialises, but will never ask for help. He has a bit of a complex about proving that he is capable of doing things on his own due to his need for a prosthetic arm and having been pitied for it since he was young. Color: Vermilion Emblem: A shooting star Appearance: 170 cm with a runner's athletic build. Sandy blond hair that is pulled back into a small ponytail to keep it out of his green eyes. Favors wearing t-shirts, usually a peachy orange, to give him easy access to his mechanical right arm. His mechanical arm is a matte red with polished silver joints that catch the light. Navy-blue jeans, white belt, and orange sneakers complete his ensemble.</s> <\|message\|>Ineko Irandi "Hey kid," Ineko heard, and felt a tapping on his shoulder, he glanced up to the blue haired girl "Are you stupid or just plain simple? Of course we need to know how to fight humans. The Hunters aren't the only ones with semblance or the power of aura and not everyone uses that ability for good. What happens when we have to face off against a group like the White Fang or a criminal organization of aura users. If you don't know how to fight your fellow humans you won't last day." Ineko thought for a second about what she said, and nodded slightly in agreement. Before he could reply, a number of things happened. Another girl interjected with her own opinion of the subject. Ivan stood up and gave the blue haired girl a piece of his own mind, defending Ineko, much to his worry. Concerned of escalation, Ineko got up too and placed his hand gently on Ivan's shoulder, "Ivan, no need to defend me, I am not offended." Ineko turned to Sapphire, the girl who had lectured him. Before be said anything, somehow pieces of food and milk had landed on Damascus. He sighed softly, looking down at the mess on him, he looked back up to Sapphire, who now would have a much better look at his cybernetic jaw and throat. "My apologies for my ignorance, my mind was on other things, and I hadn't thought that far in regards to the possible opponents I would have." He spoke, his mouth didn't move as the words came out, it was like a speaker had been installed and the voice was coming through that. "Now, I should get myself cleaned off." Gesturing to the mess on his armor. He turned back towards his table and put his helmet back on, after a quick check of the time, he determined that he would be able to get a quick shower in too. He left the cafeteria and headed towards the nearest shower.</s> <\|message\|>Indigo Kafka Indigo sat surprisingly quietly through all of the conversation, simply nodding along and eating. This was kind of out of character for him, but people were making points, be they good or bad, and he wanted to hear them. Even though Ineko sounded wise, someone, Safire maybe? Had shout him down pretty quickly. Oddly enough though, Ivan immediately jumped to his defense. It made sense technically; Ineko probably wasn't one to defend himself, and Sappy or whatever her name was had insulted him thoroughly in her rebuttal. But it was Ivan doing the defending, which didn't make much sense. Then some dude slammed himself into the table like an idiot, almost coating Indi in a layer of noodles and sauce. He had played this game before though, and he was quick on the barrier draw. As he stared at his now wasted lunch, a slow rage started building as he stared up at the person who launched himself at their table. The person explained that there was food over at team Swansong's table, oddly absent of their leader. Indi's mood switched. Meat? Yes, so much yes. He heard out what the others had to say before leaving though. Sappy insulted someone yet again, and Ineko left. "Well since everyone who's not an asshole left the table, I might as well remove a dick from the situation." He said as he got up and walked over to Gren and Abel. "Hey Gren! Hey... other guy? Abel? Was it Abel? It was Abel, right?" Indi asked as he sat down next to Gren. He decided to kill two birds with one stone. "Hey, sorry about your hand dude. I know it's gonna be a little harder to entertain yourself for a bit. Hehe." He joked. How Gren responded to that icebreaker would be a good indicator of if it was used against him.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert was surprised at first that Priscilla would ever think that he would laugh at her misfortune. That would be unbelievably rude of him to do. He didn't care if other people laughed at him, he had gotten used to it with the amount of times he made a fool of himself, but he'd do whatever was in his power to keep that from happening to Priscilla. He was about to tell her all of that as well as answer her truthfully that he had purposefully refused to look when her undergarments were showing, but the bell suddenly cut him off before he got the chance, and he lost sight of Priscilla in the mass migration of students. "Remember Robert, tell her exactly all of that next time you get the chance. Don't forget a word," he said to himself as he walked to his next class. "Math. Why did it have to be math?" Robert thought out loud as Prof. Fullbuster passed out the work that he wanted everyone was to do in class. He tried his best at each problem, but found that a majority of the time he would have to skip it because he knew nothing about how it was supposed to be done. Once he had done what he could, he quickly checked the time, only to find out that only half the period had gone by. "This sucks," he said aloud before slumping in his chair. He then looked around the room to find that most of the other students were still working on their packets. Robert let out a heavy sigh before trying to find miscellaneous ways to waste time. Now history, that was something Robert was good at. Actually, a better word would have been "excelled at." When he was a small child, he would oftentimes read the local library's history books for fun. He found an odd sense of enjoyment from reading these stories of different civilizations. So, when Prof. Oobleck presented a slideshow to the class, it was mostly just review for him. Still, he enjoyed it nonetheless. Finally, Lunch came around. Unsurprisingly though, Robert had the misfortune to be at the very back of the line. He watched as everyone he knew grabbed their own lunches and began to socialize and eat, only making him more bored and more hungry. As the line got smaller and smaller, Robert could see his prize come closer and closer. The last chicken sandwich. He guessed by the fact that almost everyone had chosen it that it had to be the best item on the menu. He began to reach for it when the smell of Gren's steaks caught his attention. He turned around to try and find where the smell was coming from, but couldn't place it among the crowd. When he turned back toward the chicken sandwich, it was gone. When he was distracted someone had grabbed it right from under his nose. "Dang, I didn't want pasta." As Robert reached the front of the line, a sudden realization hit him. "I don't have any money. How am I going to pay for this food? I'm starving already, I couldn't possibly go the rest of the day without food. Oh, well. Maybe I can just feign ignorance and get a free pass this time?" he said aloud. When he gave his information to the woman working the lunch line though, she just let him pass, saying that there was more than enough money already on his account. Only one way that could have happened, Robert's old pal had bailed him out again. "I'll have to remember to go see him tomorrow, if I can't today." As Robert approached the table that Priscilla, Daniel, and Greyson were sitting, he noticed Rayna standing nearby. "Is she apologizing to Priscilla again?" Robert first thought. As he got closer though, he picked up some of what she said. "-orms of our fighting. Your weakne- you worry about how -ink of you. I took advantag- and I destroyed your will to resis-." The conversations of other students made it difficult for Robert to hear every word, but he had heard enough. She wasn't apologizing, she was making fun of her further. Or at least, that's what Robert thought. He didn't realize that Rayna's intention was to give Priscilla advice. "Hey, haven't you done enough already?" Robert asked Rayna angrily.</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni had listened attentively to Merlin's explanation of Dust. For such a small and insignificant item, it packed a large amount of power. "I could just sprinkle it on my blade, but that would eliminate the possibility and constant use. Once I used it over." Geni debated to himself in his head. The gears in his head wear turning, he thought they were turning so fast that everyone at the table to hear it. Calculations, design ideas, implications, all being imagined and planned our in his head. Each idea was neatly stored in his brain filing cabinet to be used for later. Geni looked back up at Merlin once he had snapped out of his dust induced trance. "No I don't need any help, it won't be for Ragnorock, it's for something else, if you can keep a secret, I'll tell you." He said slyly, still not sure if he was really going to tell him the truth. Then Geni listened to Merlin second comment, "You could be a much scary man if you wanted to." Geni said sarcastically, but playfully. Geni then turned to the woman who had authenticated Merlin's explanation, she might have left for another conversation, but that did not stop him from thanking her. Thank you for your help, umm, mind telling me your name." He said with a grin on his face, but he was cut short by a flying abject, that was actually a body. The other girl and instantly whipped out her weapons and was about to dice the kid, but apparently she knew him. "I though only birds flew, definitely not tigers." He sad sarcastically. He was not mad at the kid, it was not like he was eating his food or anything .</s>	<\|message\|>Victor Glade Since he hadn't really been paying attention to the clock Victor was slightly surprised when it came time for the next set of classes. Still feeling the strain of his spar, coupled with the injuries suffered during his trial, a restless night and a highly active scavenger hunt, Victor was exhausted. With the appearance of a dead man walking Victor entered the Maths classroom. Sitting down next to Rayna Victor payed the utmost attention to the lesson, he was more adept at the economic side of mathematics, but found that the basic skills were largely transferable and had little trouble keeping up. Victor didn't blaze through the assigned work like others seemed able to, but he took his time, making certain he had made no errors and that he understood it completely and then continued. As long as it continued to make sense to him, Victor continued with the work, stopping occasionally to ask Mr Fullbuster for an explanation. Eventually he stopped, not because he had trouble understanding, but because he saw Rayna occasionally struggling. Victor hated to see that his Captain was having trouble and went about explaining the parts that had tripped her up. Conveniently it was good practice for him as well, since being able to teach the work meant that he completely understood it, which gave Victor some satisfaction. By the time class had ended Victor felt somewhat refreshed. He had a little more spring in his step and he didn't have the face of a man on death row. Entering History class Victor was almost immediately exhausted again. Just watching the energetic Mr Oobleck was tiring. The history that was taught gave Victor a new insight into the past. Victor now learned that he was taught a history from a different perspective. Everyone here seemed to know history based on select key moments and politics, Victor was taught history from how money changed hands. How trade empires managed to prevent wars by denying aggressive countries enough supplies to stage a war effort, or how a city became strategically indefensible due to a single new trade route. There was some useful overlap, but a surprising amount of this knowledge was relatively new. I'm going to have to do a lot of reading, I doubt I will pass any tests if I answer my way. History done Victor made his way to lunch where Rayna decided to pay for Lunch hinting that she had a decent amount of funds. Well it is nice to be served I suppose, but isn't it improper for who is basically my superior office to do such a thing? Well all I can do is remember this debt I suppose. Let's see what she brought. Chicken and fries? Not bad, but what else was there... apple? Hmmm... "Guard my stuff, Victor, I have something to do." "Okay, go do what you have to Captain." while that was happening Victor helped himself to one of Rayna's apple slices and slumped down in his seat That was disappointing. They aren't as sweet as I'd hoped. This day is just full of disappointments isn't it? still slumped Victor craned his neck to see how Rayna was doing. Well no one is metaphorically biting her head off which is a plus. as he thought this another member of team Rampaged arrived and immediately started metaphorically biting Rayna's head off. That didn't last long... a Captain should show strength at times like this. If I go over now and try to help would I be insubordinate? Rayna did tell me to guard her stuff... I wonder how proactive I can get away with "guarding"? standing up Victor picked up Rayna's stuff with his right arm and did a slow walk around the lunch room ending up behind the aggressor. Leaning in Victor whispered in the kindest voice he could manage. "Please treat Captain Rayna with respect, sir."</s>
<\|description\|>Victor Glade Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: A Prosthetic right arm that can be removed. His combat arm is highly durable with immense grip strength. If grabbed by the wrist and a hidden switch pressed it detaches and transforms into a classical Long sword. When Victor presses his left fist into the right palm and twists the mechanical fingers clamp down and the prosthetic right arm covers his left, creating a Megaman style buster cannon (likes to keep this as a hidden surprise). Specialty: A showy front-line brawler that punishes anyone foolish enough to ignore him. While using his prosthetic arm Victor uses a high-flying grappler fighting style similar to a Luchadore. Using the Longsword Victor uses a high momentum style, using centrifugal force to add power to his slashes since he can't use his other arm to add cutting strength. Using the Mega Buster, Victor is less balanced than normal and as such tries to brace himself as much as possible. Victor can adjust the power and recoil of the buster, but he needs to be braced against something to use it's full power due to the recoil. Semblance: Personal Space Projects a bubble of aura that grants Victor complete awareness of everything within it, allowing instantaneous reactions. Personality: Victor is a cheery guy who has trouble accepting help from others. He is friendly and socialises, but will never ask for help. He has a bit of a complex about proving that he is capable of doing things on his own due to his need for a prosthetic arm and having been pitied for it since he was young. Color: Vermilion Emblem: A shooting star Appearance: 170 cm with a runner's athletic build. Sandy blond hair that is pulled back into a small ponytail to keep it out of his green eyes. Favors wearing t-shirts, usually a peachy orange, to give him easy access to his mechanical right arm. His mechanical arm is a matte red with polished silver joints that catch the light. Navy-blue jeans, white belt, and orange sneakers complete his ensemble.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert walked happily with his teammates to the Grimm Studies class, completely oblivious to Greyson's jealousy. Robert made sure that, when they arrived at the classroom, he would sit right next to those he knew, specifically Priscilla. After taking his seat he realized that the teacher was the same one that had administered the Beacon entrance exam. And sure enough, he had a long, boring, egotistical story about himself to share with the rest of the class. After the long waste of time Prof. Port spent telling the days of his youth, Robert spotted the cage that held the dangerous,young Grimm. When asked for volunteers, he thought about the decision carefully. "I still feel a bit sore from that sparring match with Abel, but it'd be a great way to show off more for Priscilla," Robert said aloud at a barely audible whisper. "I'll do it!" he shouted, hand held high above his head.</s> <\|message\|>Jayden "Jay" Xiang-Delacroix It wasn't much too difficult to pass through unnoticed, despite his daunting height and cumbersome form. Jayden held an agile grace about him that his stature didn't quite represent well, if not entirely debunked the idea, but alas, Jayden often found himself more surefooted than most. So, finding a way to slip through the crowd of students, lunch in hand and a wary feature set, Jayden through to the courtyard of Beacon, sat quiet upon a ledge to eat in peace. Of course, team bonding was at the top priority it was still technically their first casual day together. They'd set up a system in the heat of battle, sure, but Jayden in combat and Jayden in everyday life were two separate entities and it, though it came hard to admit, Jayden lacked the confidence he showed in himself outside of the field of battle. Tedious conversations and mishaps seemed far too trivial to take part in, or in reality, it put far too much pressure on Jayden than he knew he was used to or knew he could handle, for that matter. Quiet courtyards, sparse of any distractions aside from those wanted (birds, bugs, and the breeze) provided a better environment for Jayden to relax in. His battle, unfortunately, subsided promptly and came more as a shock than anything else—uneventful, to say the least, and maybe just a tad bit disappointing. Jayden refused to put up a fuss, however, and accepted the far too easy win in lieu of further moments to himself and the prospect of having those moments in solitude. Rayna and Victor would certainly be able to do without him and his stalwart figure, not to mention unassuming rabbit ears. Plus, Jayden was far too hungry and he'd suspected that if hadn't taken the chance to leave, he might not have had the opportunity to eat. Lunch times in any kind of educational system didn't really provide the time for their children to eat. More so, the students didn't provide themselves any time to eat—high hormone levels and puberty tended to raise priority on antics over that of getting food in one's stomach, at least from Jayden's perspective. With the bell tone ringing in his ears, Jayden stood from his perch on the low wall to dispose of the food he hadn't eaten and the tray within the cafeteria before promptly making his way toward his next class. Grimm Studies, something Jayden took delight in, though not necessarily for the reason of defeating them in numerous, creative ways. He refused to voice his opinions and his delight in studying Grimm in a more scientific way rather than combative, as Beacon didn't necessarily nurture that in their students, or at least that's what most students would assume. Such a thought urged Jayden to take the furthest seat in the back, away from all the other students and for more reasons than he had a different opinion than them. Most people didn't take to faunus lightly and Jayden's ears were a glowing beacon for people to comment on. They were large, occasionally floppy, and most of all, they were a stark tinge of black, with a base of largely white, and speckles of dark green scattered about that stood out most definitely against the backdrop of his own jet black hair. Hands folded along the desk, highest and furthest back, Jayden paid close attention to the students of the classroom, though kept most of his focus on his teacher and what he had to say. Of course, he wasn't exactly expecting for the first class to be so... hands on and the query for volunteers flared Jayden's anxiety tenfold. Ears folding downward in an attempt to shrink, Jayden leaned back into his chair, hands sinking into his lap as his eyes scanned the room in antiipation. "You realize it's your job to assist students with behavioral issues, right?" Ahriman's hands flicked over his roster, leaning informally against Solomon's desk with little concern for the man fussing over coffee in the corner of his office. Why he wouldn't just head over to the break room for freshly brewed coffee amazed Ahriman, but he wouldn't bring it up. With Solomon's ailment, having things he needed or wanted within reach was far simpler. With a frustrated sigh, Solomon slammed his personal coffee mug down and spun to face Ahriman. "And you realize you're wasting your prep time making googly eyes at another teacher," he retorted before returning to fixing his coffee machine. A light haze floated along Ahriman's features, promptly followed by a quiet grumble only the stag faunus' ears could quite catch. A small smile lit Ahriman's lips as he pushed off from the desk. "Jealous of a piece of paper," he stated, "how very like you." "Not jealous," Solomon's responded, quiet as the coffee machine finally whirred to life, "just frustrated—by other means, of course. Children are... difficult. Remind me not to convince you to get one." "Duly noted," Ahriman spoke, grinning as he moved into Solomon's space, placing a light peck on the man's stubbled cheek. "Don't forget to pick up your mail. There's quite a few important things that require your attention, from Ozpin, I suspect. Or Goodwitch, both are rather important," Ahriman huffed, hushed as he laid another chaste kiss on Solomon's cheek, "I'll see you later tonight; don't stress yourself out, this time. I'd like someone to actually eat the dinner I make." "I'll try not to if you promise not to kill any kids this year," Solomon shot, turning to face a retreating Ahriman as he moved to exit the office. "Your miscreants left, by the way," Ahriman called back, "And it was his fault for not telling me he required an inhaler beforehand." "Did you seriously—" "No, just... mild brain damage." "Because brain damage can be considered mild, right."</s> <\|message\|>Merlin "Tarot" Taupe Merlin nearly fell asleep as Prof. Port expertly told his story. He began to wonder if this is what people are like when they get old. Do they live so much in the past that they must always tell it to someone, or is it a way to get people to pay attention to them? Merlin pondered both scenarios in his head. He could understand both, the first would be that someone who has aged considerable may want to escape to the past that they have had, when they were younger and full of life. The second scenario is a lot more saddening. The person who has aged may feel like that life around them has begun to move forward, and they are not along for the ride; therefor, they remind those that left them behind that they still exist. Merlin didn't have such a luxury like living in the past. Just thinking about his past life made his skin crawl. He hated it, and he was going to make sure nothing like that would happen to him again. Merlin continued to think of things like this until Prof. Port finally moved away from the story and transitioned into a challenge to the newer generation. The prospect of fighting a Grimm in front of an audience excited Merlin. Without even giving it a second thought, Merlin raised his hand, leaned back, and waited for the teachers decision. "This ought to be a good show. The suspense is killing me, hehehe" He said with grin. He wasn't one to shy away from a challenge, and he also loved to entertain the audience. An opportunity that combined both of those aspects presented itself, and Merlin wasn't going to let it pass by without at least being considered for it.</s> <\|message\|>Ineko Irandi Period 4, Armory Class Ineko quickly jogged to the Armory class. That shower took longer than expected. Damn the hot water for feeling so comfortable. He thought to himself. His armor was still wet from the quick cleaning he gave it. He opened the door to the Armory class quietly and the first thing he noticed was the classroom itself. It was like stepping into the iron amazon forest, and then he felt the gaze of something powerful. Ineko glanced to it, and found the metal beast parked inside of the classroom, a tank. Like an apex predator it seemed to watch his every move, and Damascus was certainly not completely comfortable either. Shaking it off, he noticed that there were a couple of conversations going, he used this background noise to, surprisingly stealthily, find a seat. Finding that seat next to Indigo, who was sitting next to Ivan. Right after, Ivan stood up and introduced himself. Then Indigo introduced himself. Not wanting to break the stride, Ineko stood up. "I'm... Ineko Irandi. I like to do robotics and armor." The armored student said somewhat awkwardly, his robot-esque voice was a little garbled due to the moisture of the shower he took earlier. He stood there for a second before slowly sitting back down. Once he did, he leaned in towards Indigo and whispered, "I've missed something haven't I?" He glanced back to the tank again, just to make sure it hadn't moved.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Happy to see more volunteers than in the morning class, the professor nodded. "Do not worry, everyone will get a chance to prove themselves, even if not today. Whether they like it or not." he said, giving a glance to the few that seemed downright opposed to the idea of raising a hand. Looking at the volunteers, he noticed that among the first were the members of team Bastion. He remembered their story from the faculty meeting and realized full well they would want to prove themselves. Very well, if the headmaster believed they deserved the chance, he would be all too happy to see what was in this year's crop of adventurous blokes. "Mister Lloyd, why don't you show us how it's done?" he said, waving his arm in the boy's direction. "And do not worry, we have time for more matches today and there are plenty grimm where this one came from. In the meantime, I want the rest of you to observe. Identify the creature. Find it in your books and as the fight progresses, compare the weaknesses of the cub to those of the adult." the professor instructed as he waited for Ben to get ready. When it was time, his rifle-axe struck the lock and released the monster. It was angry. They caught it. They kept it in an agonizing hunger. They were going to pay. It would feast on their blood today. There was a source of anxiety right in front of it that drawn it like a magical lure. Someone who wasn't sure they belonged. Well, the wendigo would gladly relieve the human of his peril. Snarling, the creature charged at the boy.</s>	<\|message\|>Victor Glade "Wait... you did whatto her?" Victor eyes almost popped out of his head hearing how Rayna won her fight. "I had no idea... I was trying to fix my arm for my own fight. I didn't watch anyone elses. Sorry. Well it does explain the hostility." With the conversation progressing along Victor was surprised how happy he felt knowing that his leader would be in the Armory class with him "Well isn't that a happy happenstance? I understand although to be fair so far our inter-team issues seem to be limited to Rampaged. Well either way it shouldn't be a boring class with you around... Captain." the last word had more of a smile in it than usual. Victor walked at a leisurely pace, allowing himself to be led by Rayna. ARMORY Entering Armory along side Rayna, Victor rubbed his eyes to make sure they weren't playing tricks on him. Well... that's a tank alright. Is that a showpiece or- "Who owns the tank?"The sudden exclamation by the Armory teacher interrupted Victor's train of thought "A damn fine piece of engineering! I expect big things from you, Mr Goldstein. Big things indeed." So a student owns it. No kill like overkill I suppose gently leading Rayna by the arm Victor found them both a relatively empty spot to sit down. As a large textbook slammed down in front of him Victor jumped back slightly. Victor started leafing through it absentmindedly listening to the speech by this strangely charismatic teacher. "Right! I need to see what sort of playing field we're all on so it's time to tell everyone who you are and what you can do!" Victor didn't particularly feel like being the first to stand up, thankfully there were others that took the initiative. Listening to each person's introduction Victor busied himself familiarising himself with the work bench and the surrounding tools. When there was a suitable gap in introductions, Victor stood up for his turn. "Hi everyone, my name is Victor and this weapon making engineering topic? Well it's kind of a way of life" lifting his prosthetic to demonstrate his point "I mean it in more the sense that being bad at this makes life a bit more difficult for me rather than an obsession and learning as much as possible now nears necessity. Sooo... yeah. I can fix my arm and I can probably build another one if needed. That's it." sitting down Victor glanced at Rayna with a face that said 'How do you think I did?'</s>
<\|description\|>Rayna Bryson Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Chaotic Order (2x) Whenever she left Atlas and abandoned her father's dreams of her becoming an officer one day, she thought it would only add salt to the wound if she took the family weapon as well - she had younger siblings who might have chose a different path than her. Some might have wanted the weapon to fight for Atlas. So, finding herself without any weapons, Rayna set about trying to change that. What she came up with was a sword that had specially modified to double up as a shotgun, of sorts. Of course, one was just too little so she had to make a second one just in case! Eventually, she started dual-wielding the gunblades though. Specialty: A frontline warrior/tank that dishes out heavy damage and keeps an enemy's concentration on her to prevent it from focusing other teammates. Not very well armoured but makes up for it in damage. Semblance: Spectral Chains: Rayna has the strange ability to manifest her aura into physical chains which can implant themselves in targets or objects and be used for movement or impressive combo-attacks. She has direct control of the chains but they only have a short durability and due to the fact that she has to swing about on them with heavy weapons and armour, they can tire her quite extensively. Personality: Being the little girl who had more cuts and bruises than she could count usually caused a great disdain with her mother but no punishment could ever deter her from going out and finding another (usually disastrous) adventure. She carried that same mentality as she grew up but eventually, as her sense of fair-play and the heretical desire to protect the innocent kicked in, Rayna took her skills from spending a childhood fighting and turned them into something she truly desired - to be a hero. Not just a normal hero; no, she wanted to be the proud flag-bearer of freedom. Nothing held her back - her father was a well-regarded Atlas General and his prestige carried on in his daughter's fighting skill, not to mention the fact that his rank automatically rewarded her with a place in Atlas' top academies. Eventually, under the strict militaristic teachings from the Atlas academies, Rayna became a hardened, well-disciplined fighter who could and would go through anything to guarantee the lives of others. She was a soldier, essentially, a damn good soldier but there was a problem with that - soldiers follow too many orders. It's not the place of a soldier to question morality or judgement; they just do as their told. That's not what she wanted - she wanted the freedom to make choices, to be able to stand for what she believes, not what her leaders believe. So, although it broke her father's heart and it shattered her loyalty, she decided that Beacon would serve her cause much better. Just because she's turned her back on the Atlas military, however, doesn't mean she doesn't carry similar principles. Essentially, she believes that every stride should be taken to ensure that the guilty are suitably punished and the innocent are protected. Her sense of protection can border on motherly, which would make her an awkwardly clingy leader, and similarly, if you threaten one of those she 'protects', Rayna will hurt you in places you didn't know could experience pain. What she makes up for in strength, loyalty and perseverance, she lacks in basic common sense. To put it simply, Rayna has 'blond moments' regularly and although this never affects her actual fighting, it can prove to be a bit embarrassing when she just pops out with something that sounds ridiculous when examined later - she's more of a shoot-first, ask questions later sort of girl. Anyhow, despite her flaws, you couldn't hope to find anyone so steadfast and loyal. At the end of the day, she'll lay her life down for you and not think twice for a single moment about said decision. Color: Rich Black Emblem: A white owl against a backdrop of a ruby-red rising-sun. Appearance: (Note: This is what the weapons look like more - the blade is more katana-like in appearance and the shotguns better resemble flintlock pistols) With a measly height of five foot, two inches, paired with her baby-blue hair, Rayna doesn't look exactly like she could split you from end to end. Don't be fooled, however, because that is precisely what she can do if given the opportunity to. It's almost an edge she has - her general light humour and young looks make others believe that she isn't particularly capable of much. Also packs a pretty mean roundhouse-kick.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Infirmary The sound of footsteps caused Sapphire to freeze. Her heart jumped into her throat. How could she have been so stupid? Of course there were other people in this ward or by the sound of the footstep one other person. The racket she'd made getting up must have been enough to wake the dead. Sapphire had just assumed everyone would be at the presentation of teams ceremony. At the thought she inwardly groaned. Her own performance had been a spectacular failure. If that had been a real combat situation without the protection of the school she and those other three fighters would all be dead. Sapphire quickly straightened her clothes, and dried her eyes on her sleeve. It would be apparent to anyone from her red puffy eyes that she'd been crying but it didn't mean she had to acknowledge it. She looked around her little space which until very recently had been neat and orderly. Now the blankets crumpled on the floor, her heart monitor was flat lining quietly in the background and the needle was slowly dripping IV solution on the floor. Sapphire stood slowly to avoid disturbing her broken rib. It had been expertly set already and more than likely would be heal within a week or two but it was best she didn't make it worse. Sapphire shook out her hair, made one last futile attempt to dry her eyes and walked closer with a little bit of difficulty due to the many bumps and bruises she was currently sporting, to the curtain's parting seam. Just as she reached it whoever was on the other side began to speak asking permission to come in. Then the curtain parted ever so slightly revealing one white tiger ear and a similarly white tail. Sapphire groaned none too quietly. It was the Faunus who'd nearly gotten her killed when the tunnel of collapsing. Of course he'd be here too he'd also had a tunnel dropped on his head. Sapphire took hold of the curtain and swung it back with force not really caring if it whipped the Faunus or not. Now despite what her father had tried to teach her Sapphire had never seen a distinct difference between the Faunus and the regular humans, the distinction between human and faunus were effectively skin deep no matter how unusual that skin appeared. However Sapphire preferred keeping her own company which inevitably meant scaring or pissing off some of the world's more friendly inhabitants. With humans she usually had to find a sore point to prod at. It often escalated into a fight but after that the person didn't bother Sapphire again. With Faunus it was much easier. Most of them seemed to have at least some societal issues regarding being part animal and if Sapphire mocked it long enough they generally left her alone. "Brilliant," Sapphire said in a condescending and slightly bored tone, "Of all the infirmaries of all the schools in all the world and you had to be assigned to mine. Hope your happy fuzzball, we missed the ceremony cause of you." Sapphire decided that she wouldn't make a reference to having been crying unless he specifically mentioned it first.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku waited, hearing a groan. He worried about the lack of an immediate response. Maybe he should peek in to see if everything was alright. Just as he started to lean in a little more, he heard the sound of approaching footsteps as the curtains were thrown open rather forcefully. Startled from the sudden event, he took a step or two back and put up his paws, crouching slightly. Why he took a combative stance, he didn't fully understand. He was there to check on the well-being of someone else, not to fight. They were back at Beacon after all, they should all be allies here. Safe and sound, for the most part. Chuckling nervously, he straightened up and scratched the back of his head. A nervous tic of his. Looking at the girl with shockingly bright blue hair, he caught sight of her red and puffy eyes. She was definitely the one he heard crying. From her eyes, he glanced at her arms and saw the scars that lined them. Seeing them made him touch at his bandaged arms. He really wanted his elbow-length gloves back. "Brilliant," the lady said in a condescending and slightly bored tone, "Of all the infirmaries of all the schools in all the world and you had to be assigned to mine. Hope your happy fuzzball, we missed the ceremony cause of you." "Fuzzball? Well, that's a little unnecessary." He frowned at that remark. He'd heard worse 'insults', if you could even call it that. But, he quickly shook off the comment and brightly smiled. She seemed to recognize and know him. His tail swayed energetically behind him. Though, she seemed to have a negative impression of him. Did he mess up or something? "Oh, good. You're okay. I was sleeping and heard a bunch of noise. I was worried someone might've had an accident and gotten hurt." He glanced at her arms and then looked her directly in the eyes. "Oh, well...I said you're okay but you might not actually be. I...guess I should've asked if you were, haha...Uhm...Are you? I heard crying earlier and your eyes..." He stopped, not finishing his words. He figured if she were crying, she wouldn't be comfortable discussing why to a complete stranger. She probably just had a nightmare or something about her father. He waved his words away with a bandaged hand, "Ah, never mind. You're not badly hurt or anything, are you? Just wanted to make sure you didn't fall out of your bed or something like that. Oh, and sorry about earlier. It's an instinctive habit of mine." he said, referencing his combative stance whenever she threw open the curtains. He blinked, forgetting something. "Oh, I'm sorry. Where are my manners? I'm Kuhaku Shiro. Nice to meet you. Should've introduced myself first." He grinned at her, presenting his hand for her to shake. "And you are?" "Wait a minute. What ceremony? He would have to ask later after friendly formalities.</s>	<\|message\|>Rayna Bryson When they went down into the forest that morning, they were prepared to fight some Grimm, maybe even a big one if they were particularly unlucky. What they were not expecting, however, was to find an entrenched team of senior hunters waiting for them. It was a slaughter, figuratively speaking, of course. Rayna expected fights at Beacon, it was renowned for its combat-ready hunters, but she did not expect for them to produce a scenario so similar to actual war on their examination day. It did say something about the team she was placed with, she reflected as Ozpin extended his sincerest apologies; their damage-output was exponential and even though they didn't have a tank to soak up all the frenzy of the battle, some quickly-imbued discipline made their weaknesses become almost intangible. It was brutal, they walked out of the forest sporting multiple injuries but they completed the mission and didn't have a single serious injury amongst them - that was a success in her books. The role of leader came as a small surprise - there were people on the team who seemed a lot more capable and although she had stepped in and taken charge when the fighting began, there were still others who played a massive role in the fight. Like the rabbit guy, who was like a bat out of hell. Or the other guy with the arm-thing. Still, it was the position that Ozpin trusted her with and she was not going to let him or her team down! She would be the best damn leader this school had ever had the grace of seeing! "Someone needs to teach those Catapult guys a lesson..." She murmured mindlessly, flitting her gaze over to the enraged senior team who looked like they had only just begun something they intended to finish. When Ozpin had finished his speech, she turned and eyed the other teams that were beginning to converse amongst one another. Looking around, she caught the eye of the guy who looked like he had just been extracted from some military aircrew. He looked a little scrawny compared to the rest of the students but then again, the same could be said for her. Was he the guy who apparently had a tank? Realising her team was staring at her, she turned back to them and fixed them with a confident smile. "Nice work, guys! I think we wrecked those Catapult guys, even if we don't look like it." This time, her smile was replaced by a bit of a giddy grin as she stared down at her legs, which were covered in cuts and bruises like the rest of them. The worst injury Rayna had sustained was a particularly bad burn to her wrist when the damn yoyo blew up right beside it. Like it or not, she was going to give those Catapult guys some old-fashioned justice! "Ok. You all look like crap. We can talk in the morning about my greatness and whatnot but now, we need to sleep." With that, she yawned before physically turning Jayden (not an easy task, might I add) and marching him in the direction of the exit. --- A few hours later --- Rayna had pointedly decided that her team deserved a small lie-in for the battle they fought the day before. For that reason, she very kindly woke them with a shrill whistle at 6:30, not 6:00. "Woohoo! Team Jormungandr, whatever that means!" She seemed to be already kitted out in sports gear. "While you guys slept last night, I decided to formulate some plans and all that stuff, so I give you the ultimate morning run." With that, she turned and quickly pinned up a poorly-sketched map of the grounds with various arrows and random drawings splattered across it. "First we start here and do a few quick laps around the dorm building. We next find those Catapult scum and throw stuff at their windows --their room is in this general area-- and finally, we arrive at the cafeteria to be the first there so we can eat and come back here to change." She seemed awfully proud of this wondrous plan as she grinned at them eagerly. "And I know what you'll probably say, 'But great leader, it's 6:30 in the morning and my poor wittle legs are tired.'" Her imitation of a male talking was hilariously horrid. "Well, I don't know if this will apply in your case, bunny-guy, but I do quote: 'The demand for bacon in the academy seems to be exceedingly high so I advise, if you do want some, to arrive on-time."</s>
<\|description\|>Rayna Bryson Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Chaotic Order (2x) Whenever she left Atlas and abandoned her father's dreams of her becoming an officer one day, she thought it would only add salt to the wound if she took the family weapon as well - she had younger siblings who might have chose a different path than her. Some might have wanted the weapon to fight for Atlas. So, finding herself without any weapons, Rayna set about trying to change that. What she came up with was a sword that had specially modified to double up as a shotgun, of sorts. Of course, one was just too little so she had to make a second one just in case! Eventually, she started dual-wielding the gunblades though. Specialty: A frontline warrior/tank that dishes out heavy damage and keeps an enemy's concentration on her to prevent it from focusing other teammates. Not very well armoured but makes up for it in damage. Semblance: Spectral Chains: Rayna has the strange ability to manifest her aura into physical chains which can implant themselves in targets or objects and be used for movement or impressive combo-attacks. She has direct control of the chains but they only have a short durability and due to the fact that she has to swing about on them with heavy weapons and armour, they can tire her quite extensively. Personality: Being the little girl who had more cuts and bruises than she could count usually caused a great disdain with her mother but no punishment could ever deter her from going out and finding another (usually disastrous) adventure. She carried that same mentality as she grew up but eventually, as her sense of fair-play and the heretical desire to protect the innocent kicked in, Rayna took her skills from spending a childhood fighting and turned them into something she truly desired - to be a hero. Not just a normal hero; no, she wanted to be the proud flag-bearer of freedom. Nothing held her back - her father was a well-regarded Atlas General and his prestige carried on in his daughter's fighting skill, not to mention the fact that his rank automatically rewarded her with a place in Atlas' top academies. Eventually, under the strict militaristic teachings from the Atlas academies, Rayna became a hardened, well-disciplined fighter who could and would go through anything to guarantee the lives of others. She was a soldier, essentially, a damn good soldier but there was a problem with that - soldiers follow too many orders. It's not the place of a soldier to question morality or judgement; they just do as their told. That's not what she wanted - she wanted the freedom to make choices, to be able to stand for what she believes, not what her leaders believe. So, although it broke her father's heart and it shattered her loyalty, she decided that Beacon would serve her cause much better. Just because she's turned her back on the Atlas military, however, doesn't mean she doesn't carry similar principles. Essentially, she believes that every stride should be taken to ensure that the guilty are suitably punished and the innocent are protected. Her sense of protection can border on motherly, which would make her an awkwardly clingy leader, and similarly, if you threaten one of those she 'protects', Rayna will hurt you in places you didn't know could experience pain. What she makes up for in strength, loyalty and perseverance, she lacks in basic common sense. To put it simply, Rayna has 'blond moments' regularly and although this never affects her actual fighting, it can prove to be a bit embarrassing when she just pops out with something that sounds ridiculous when examined later - she's more of a shoot-first, ask questions later sort of girl. Anyhow, despite her flaws, you couldn't hope to find anyone so steadfast and loyal. At the end of the day, she'll lay her life down for you and not think twice for a single moment about said decision. Color: Rich Black Emblem: A white owl against a backdrop of a ruby-red rising-sun. Appearance: (Note: This is what the weapons look like more - the blade is more katana-like in appearance and the shotguns better resemble flintlock pistols) With a measly height of five foot, two inches, paired with her baby-blue hair, Rayna doesn't look exactly like she could split you from end to end. Don't be fooled, however, because that is precisely what she can do if given the opportunity to. It's almost an edge she has - her general light humour and young looks make others believe that she isn't particularly capable of much. Also packs a pretty mean roundhouse-kick.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Cafeteria Sapphire smiled a bit at Oswald's refusal to divulged the functions of his semblance. Even now he was on guard, they were after all from different teams. It was more than conceivable that they might end up fighting side by side but it was equally likely that they would again be forced to face off against each other again. Whether it was in a routine sparring match like today's combat class or in something more guerrilla style like in the Emerald Forest. Of course it wasn't like he knew the specifics of her semblance either. From the information he could have gathered during there last match his best guess would have been that she could become invisible which was close and yet so very far from the truth. Sapphire couldn't be sure if he meant the challenge seriously or if it was just a way to avoid giving up his semblance but it didn't matter to her, if he wanted another fight she'd give him one. "That a promise?" She asked with a certain fire behind her eyes. As she listened to Merlin's explanation of dust Sapphire continued eating. It was as far as she could tell accurate but incredibly dumbed down. Likely because he assumed there was no one at the table that actually had any experience with dust. He probably thought they just bought there ammunition and didn't give the substance another thought. "That's not exactly all there is too it. Raw dust as he says is quite unstable but it is also more powerful. Dust rounds while they aren't likely to explode on your belt don't quite have the same power as raw dust does. Then again even for someone trained it is very easy to lose control of unrefined dust. There is a certain mental component to it and it packs a hell of a punch but it is very very simple for the storm that your controlling to become a force trying to destroy you. It's like owning an untamed dog, it might protect you or it might bite your hand off." After that Sapphire cracked open her milk and took a long swig before starting in on her mashed potatoes.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond chose to disregard Sapphire before, but now she felt the need to clarify. She didn't like to be called a sore loser, whatever the form of delivery. "Lady, I never said mine is not cheating. As I said, if it was a real scenario, it would have probably ended differently. What I mean I guess is why go set up all these rules and place to make the fight as equal as possible when that will never be the case." she shrugged, "If you want that, let just skill speak, and not some weird abilities mother nature gifted just some of us with." She took a pause, arguing wiht herself whether to share something on the other subject. Well, it would have probably come up sooner or later. If she comes clean with something now, she might be able to hide what of her past really needed to stay hidden better. "And foster care would have been great. No, I grew up on the street." she added in a bit silent tone, weighing her words carefully but coming off as sad.</s> <\|message\|>Ineko Irandi "Pity I never got to see either you or the foxy lady's fights. We may know each other's names, but we haven't been formally introduced." Ivan spoke, upon Ineko's arrival. "Ivan Oakley, best shot this side of Atlas." He introduced himself, extending his hand for introduction. Indigo was the one to take it, "Indigo Kafka, working to be the best fighter. Ever." Then it was Ineko's turn, grasping Ivan's hand with his own armored gauntlet and shaking it. "Ineko Irandi, you have met One of Six." Ineko replied, gesturing to the drone laying on the table. "Speaking of fights, why'd you throw yours? I mean, might as well try, right?" Indigo brought up, Ineko hearing disappointment. "I mean, I would have won if I had a little less aura, Ivan would have won if he wasn't 'holding back'. And Seibs won! Your whole team is pretty decent, at least. I'm sure you would've put up a great fight." He reasoned. "By the way, can you remind me to whoop that douche Rakim's ass?" Ineko stopped eating and took a drink of water. "Our enemy is in the form of creatures. I see no advantages in the critique of our technique against humans. If there are advantages, I'll be educated." Ineko answered, not looking at Indigo. He took a small bite of his sandwich, "As for this Rakim character, we're all together in this ordeal, are we not? No matter the reason, we all aspire the same outcome. This Rakim might be a warrior standing beside you in battle someday, it's better to have him as an ally, rather than an enemy, I think." Ineko spoke, now looking at Indigo. "But to each their own." He finally said, getting back to his lunch.</s>	<\|message\|>Rayna Bryson Try as she might, she couldn't edge closer to Priscilla after the fight and even if she could, she was certain that the pink-haired girl would give her the cold shoulder after such a humiliating defeat. Some wounds are healed by time, she remembered her tutor elaborating when they were discussing the White Fang. And others never heal at all. Her eyes slid over towards some of her other class members, such as the fox-girl who Rakim was against. There was still bad-blood between humanity and Faunus and douchebags like Rakim really didn't help the cause of showing other species that humans had changed for the better. When they were leaving combat class, Rayna made sure to raise that one with them. "Rakim is a nice fighter but a poor hunter. Down-talking a lady like that is not only damn rude but if he ever wants to get anywhere in life, he'll realise that it's not the way to go. If he does it again, I'll have no choice but to go down there and beat him myself." Her voice was firm, this was her final point on the matter. Rayna could be a nice little mother to her team but as soon as one of them crossed the line, she would be there to give them a healthy serving of punishment. Maths was, well... difficult. She had always been taught tactics by her father directly and he heavily enforced that maths became a staple part of her tactical learning. Logic based decisions were key on a battlefield and she appreciated that, which was why she at least tried to get through most of the questions. Where she fell short, Victor was seemingly there to point out some information that would help her. The guy was a pretty damn good teacher, as it turned out. She didn't know why they didn't let him have the rest of the day off, considering what had happened to him, but his actions were appreciated. History was a much easier subject for her. That, of course, didn't mean it was easy. Unlike the others, Rayna was blessed with a privileged lifestyle but unfortunately, she wasn't exactly blessed with the cranium of a genius. Quite the opposite, in fact. Both of the subjects that weren't combat-related, she struggled in, which didn't help the feelings of confidence that she was on-par with these guys. Finally, however, the entire ordeal ended with the bell for lunch. "Go and sit down, Victor, you're injured and I'm pretty certain I owe it to you. You would have totally trounced that Greyson guy if you had your arm on properly, after all!" She babbled positively, guiding him over to a seat before turning on her heels and disappearing into the crowds of people. There is very little advantages to being small and lithe but slipping through crowds is one of them. Eventually, she ended up near the front of the line when an actual line was formed from the chaos. For lunch, she decided that the salad looked a much better option than the pasta-soup thing. She knew Victor probably wouldn't be a big fan of salad so she got some chicken sandwiches and fries for him. Once she had taken a side of apple slices and got milk cartons for the both of them, she paid up and brought Victor his food. When he went to pull out some money for it, she shook her head decisively. "No, trust me, I'm not exactly lacking in funds." Not true - she only had a small bit of money from home but she had been completely cut off from funding from her parents. Like it or not, but it appeared that if she wanted to support a decent lifestyle, she would have to find some sort of job on the guidelines. Living a life of an exile wasn't very pretty but she valued it - being rich and getting everything you ever wanted is a poor preparation for life. Looking up, she took note of the other students who were engaged in brisk conversation. "Guard my stuff, Victor, I have something to do." It seemed like something was on her mind as she turned and headed towards were Team Rampaged had set up camp. She hovered beside their table for a few seconds, stuck in a momentary lull on what exactly should be said to a girl that you just completely embarrassed in front of the whole school. "Hey, Priscilla. I know what I did was completely wrong and it was probably really embarrassing, what with all the guys in your team. However, if you're going to take anything from it then maybe I could offer you a tip? Sometimes, our weaknesses aren't in the forms of our fighting. Your weakness is that you worry about how others think of you. I took advantage of that and I destroyed your will to resist." For the first time today, Rayna was actually making a lot of sense. "My weakness is my honour." She confided with a curt nod before blushing a little - she probably looked like a twit, standing in front of her whole team offering her tips on tactics.</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni had no idea what was with the woman. Did she just hate him for being alive or was she always like this, because if she was, this was gonna be harder than he thought. How was he supposed to to build up a beautiful and loving relationship if she was so hostile? Geni would have to find away to get passed her wall, but in order to do that, he would have to turn this conversation around. But with her hand on her sword, that seemed like an impossible feet. She looked like she was ready to chop him up right were he stood. She did not even want to show mercy to her fellow faunas, which was understandable. "Oh come on we don't know that, but I would rather not test that out, but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt." "And priorities, I'm pretty sure that set already.""And I think I would rather have a good firm grasp on the mortal realm, just saying." "And an interesting person, sure if you like he superhuman kingly types." " And unfortunately, I was not paying attention at that point in the speech, could you help my out?" He said warily was his tail flicked around agitatedly. He was not sure if what he said would be offensive but he hoped he had treaded carefully. Geni then heard his other teammate comment on the situation. He was a fast paced talker, it was kind of hard to hear exactly what he was saying, but if you listened carefully, it was easy. Geni snapped to attention he was addressed to by the boy, he told him that his nickname would be Genie. "Defiantly, your wish is my command, Mokuren " He said winking at her.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Infirmary Sapphire couldn't believe who she was talking too. Had his brain truly been scrambled by the cave in? Seemed like the possibly was rising with every word he said. How else could he not know that she was referring to the initiation ceremony? The one they had horribly failed. Sapphire wondered if she could stay with her grandparents and Demetra when this fell through. As a bonus the scatter brained faunus was also a bleeding heart. "Happened to have wronged you before, I apologize." The hell was he talking about, he wasn't even sure that he had done something wrong and yet was still prepared to admit defeat. Sapphire rolled her eyes. It was just about this time that the door creaked open. In walked a tall heavy set boy likely about her age. He was from the tunnel, what was his name Adel, Able something like that. He clearly realized three seconds after entering that he'd walked into the middle of an awkward conversation. Sapphire didn't really have a problem letting that moment drag out and did so watching him squirm uncomfortable until he finally spoke. When he did it was sort of shaky and rather generic greeting which sparked something in Sapphire. Alright? Alright! Didn't he have eyes? It was plan for anyone to see that neither of them was 'alright'. "Oh yeah," Sapphire said turning on Abel. "We're just super, me with my broken rib, sprained ankle, black eye and a mild concussion not to mention all the little cuts and bruises. Then we've got fur ball over there whose only recollection seems to be his own name. We are totally fine right now." Sapphire said glaring at him. It annoyed her when people tried to look on the bright side. It was better to see a situation for what it was regardless of how bad that might be.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "Agreed. I would also like to get to know all of you a bit better. Likes, dislikes, hobbies, dreams, basic knowledge so that we can avoid annoying each other too much." was what Marcus wanted to know. "Shouldn't you take me to dinner first? Fat chance of that, pal, you have something to prove before you earned yourself that much." Diamond said in an abrasive tone. "I have no problem following you to battle, but that doesn't automatically make us buddies." she patted her pockets nervously, searching for the pack of smokes she had somewhere. Her past was something she wasn't going to share with just anyone, no thank you. she reached the last pocket. Nothing. Damn, must have lost them in battle. Oh well, there's always the emergency reserve... Diamond thought, lifted her hat and pulled a cig from the inside, hiding it in her sleeve. "I'll catch up later. You ladies have fun." she said as she went to the nearest exit, metallic clicks of her lighter opening and closing as she went echoing behind her. It was already darkening outside, and kinda cold. She found herself back in the gardens, far enough to be out of sight. Taking a drag, she relaxed a bit. She didn't like to be reminded of what she used to do. She wasn't a bad thief, far from it. One of her last hits were art thefts, something that required a lot of preparation and skill to pull off. And then she grew careless with the small stuff and tried to pickpocket a cop in civilian disguise. As soon as her hand went into his pocket, she had cuffs around her wrist. "You wish you'd rather stuck your filthy hand to the toilet huh?" Diamond growled as she remembered his line. that bastard's satisfied smirk. Fortunately for her they had nothing else on her, and she only got few months. however, a few months in Althesian juvy are enough to make one certain they don't want to wind up in an Althesian prison. Finishing up the cigarette, she flipped out her scroll and searched for their room. First floor, she could take a shortcut. After a while she found the correct window and used her semblance to summon a ladder for herself. Climbing up, she had a look at the window. Fortunately Beacon was located in nice, but older buildings, and it's security at least as far as the dorms were concerned were later addition. all she had to do was unlock the window - there were no alarms built into it. she wasn't bothered if a camera caught er - it was her room! and besides, she'd be doing the school a service pointing out a fault. she could get away with that if it even came to it. Once more reaching below her hat, she took out a thin piece of shaped metal and slipped it between the halves of the window. When it reached far enough, she stepped on the ledge and dissolved the ladder. Instead she used her shadow to extend the metal tool to the handle on the inside. With a simple motion, the window opened and she crawled in. Just as she shut it behind her, the door opened for what she assumed was the rest of her team walking in. she turned around with a cheeky smile, giving them a wave of the hand.</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren had to hurry. He had made the snacks in record time, and wanted to get to the infirmary before his teammates were discharged. He carried a large box in one hand, and a bouquet of flowers in the other Rainflower, Marigolds, and Eglantine Roses. Perhaps a bit more self-loathing than Gren had hoped, but he wanted to show that he felt sorry for what had happened and wanted to show that he wanted the best from them all. But before he could enter the hospital he faced his worse enemy: doors. His hands were full and frankly, he was already a bit person. Squeezing through without damaging his cargo would be... Difficult. So he improvised, as he often does. Focusing his Semblance to his feet, Gren began to walk up the side of the hospital looking for an open window. More importantly he was looking for which floor Shiro and Sapphire were on. And as luck would have it, Gren not only found the room which his teammate were in, but it also was at an open window. However he could sense the tension in the air and hear Sapphire's scathing words. Just as he feared, Sapphire was being a bitch. But Gren suppose she had her reasons, and would let her vent. At the very least he was going to go half-way to admit his guilt in this mess. Without a word Gren stepped into the room through the window, placing the box on a counter near by. "Glad to see that you still have your fire, Rode." Gren went to work quickly. After putting the flowers in a vase he opened one of the boxes which revealed a cake. He looked through the cabinets and found some plates napkins, and would use those as makeshift plates. He had brought plastic forks with him at least, and he began to cut the cake into equal length pieces for each of them. Gren served slices of cake for everyone sans himself, leaving his cut at the counter. "Make yourself comfortable Fulgurate. From the wounds on Rode and Shiro, they still need to recover." After giving Abel his slice Gren went over to Kuhaku, who seem to be sadden. Gren smiled at him, which was a bit awkward considering that Gren looked like a monster. "Nice to see you alive partner. But you shouldn't pull out the IV from your body like that. You're going get an infection." Gren noticed the torn IV needle embedded in Kuhaku's arm, also noting that Sapphire also had one. "Why do they always tear out the IV's?" After handing Kuhaku his slice of cake Gren went to their sole female of the team and currently the leader. "You have been chosen as our leader by the way. I look forward to working alongside you, Rode." Gren held out a slice of cake with a fork for Sapphire, sitting on napkin in his hand. The cake was about half the size of Gren's palm, and he had some very big hands.</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni took a seat next to Amy leaving he weapon next to Shiro. He was not the slightest bit worried about it though. Although the kid seemed like he was...loopy, he was still sure the kid was responsible. Unfortunately, Geni did not feel that way about himself, he could not believe he had let that slip. "No, no, no, I am not a part of the White Fang, I left them." He wanted to yell. But what use would it be, they would all look at him the same way. Terrorist, Murderer, Thief, never just Geni. Geni's while demeanor changed, he became quiet, much more quiet than he usually ever was. Anyone looked or sounded peved about his slip he would give them a crippling stare, especially to the Ivan one. Geni made sure he listened to everyone's introduction. Although were some of them were weirder that others. Geni felt uncomfortable the second he heard Shiro's introdutuon, he felt that his property was in danger, but Geni shrugged it off and let it go. The daughter Breyson was something new also, maybe she was afraid of him. Geni immediately shook his head, she was the daughter of the General. What could she be afraid of, a lowly terrorist like him was nothing to her. After the teacher signaled that the introductions were over, he was glad, he was tired of hearing people's voices. Anger and rage had been at the forefront of his emotional state. He had to calm down or something bad was gonna happen, but he could not control himself. Luckily the teacher started a lesson on Dust, just the thing he was looking for. Inspiration took the forefront of his emotions now, pushing the rage under it. Geni wished he had a note book, luckily there was paper and pencils on the desk. He grabbed 2 pices of paper and 2 pencils. With one pencil in each hand he began to scribble furiously on one sheet, and write softly on the other with the other pencil. On one paper he drew a weapon, and a gauntlet, one that encassed the whole arm. On the other he wrote down the notes. He noticed some people using there scrolls but Geni was old school. Geni was finally starting to calm down, unfortunately, the slightest distraction would make him blow.</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren heard that her partner was ready to hold on, not wishing to miss a class for something as minor as brain damage. While she was slightly sad that she couldn't speak to Shiro, she sat down anyway and smiled. He valued learning over licking his wounds. While it might be dangerous in some situations, she loved it now. Then there was some other things, someone was the daughter of someone and Geni seemed irritated and angered for some reason. She wanted to throw a marshmallow at him and remind him that no matter what, she hated him before everyone else. But, she didn't have a marshmallow, so she had to listen to what the teacher said. She was glad she came in slightly late and avoided the introductions. She didn't know how to introduce herself. The idea of Dust, as the teacher brought up, was an interesting one. Her weapon didn't have any dust useage, nor did she ever touch the stuff, but others seemed to like it's usage. Mokuren wondered if Sarasagi would use some sort of dust, but there wasn't much application for it. The mechanics where rather complex as it was.</s> <\|message\|>Ivan Oakley IVAN OAKLEY - ARMORY Ivan met Geni's glare with an absolutely withering one of his own, his green eyes burning with intensely focused purpose. In his world of absolutes(Either against the Grimm, or with them. Either hurting the innocent or saving them. Either likable or intensely dislikable. Either heroic or villainous), redemption had never crossed his mind. Criminals went to jail, or the executioners block. Those were the only choices. It wasn't 'murder a few folks and cause copious amounts of public distress' and then get a pass because 'I feel bad about it'. It just didn't work that way. It couldn't. Taking in a White Fang cultist of all things just screamed of desperation. Was that it? Was this prodigious school really stooping to such lows? Promise or not, taking some criminal scum of the side of the street just didn't make sense. In a rare moment of introspection, Ivan glanced around at the rest of the group, breaking the intense glare. He had worked hard to get here, of course, but what about the rest of them? Ozpin said that he only took the best at Beacon, and that meant every single one of these people had taken the test and passed with flying colors. Indigo, with his laid-back actions and extremely violent use of his defensive aura. Ineko, who was hiding some sort of unknowable power in his drones. The Goldstein boy, with his tank. Gren Orchid, who's terrifying power and even more horrifying weapon had put Indigo on the defensive. The flamethrower boy, Daniel. Mokuren, the creepy fox girl and her uniquely troublesome semblance. Victor, the man who made prostetics look like an upgrade to regular limbs. Rayna, bedecked with her righteous chains of fury and her powerful lineage. And as much as he already disliked the girl, Sapphire was a right terror in close combat. Even the tiger fanus, with his... outbursts and sheer enthusiasm. So why had Ozpin chosen a member of the White Fang as his- their equal? Ivan frowned. That sort of thinking lead down a dangerous path that could make or break his convictions in the rigorous trials of combat. If being dangerously unaware about the nature of his companions would sharpen his aim against the true horrors that lurked inside the darkness that surrounded the world, then he'd(For now) accept the horrible implications of working with a terrorist. He'd keep an eye on him, though. Sighing, he withdrew a notebook from somewhere on his person and absently began to scrawl along with the professor's lecture. His semblance intimately dealt with Dust, so he probably knew more about what actually happened in the reactions than the man leading the class did.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - 4th Period, Armory Class Hearing his allowance to remain in class, Shiro brightly beamed and grinned. As the professor began his lesson with a introductory lecture in Dust, Shiro quickly pulled out his Scroll and located Sapphire and Mokuren in the Beacon Directory application installed on it. Sending them each a short text message, thanking them both for their concerns. To: Rode, Sapphire From: Kuhaku, Shiro Subject: Thanks! "Hey, just wanted to thank you for your concern about my health and wellbeing. Thanks again, team leader!" To: Sabella, Mokuren From: Kuhaku, Shiro Subject: Thank you! :D "Hey, thank you for your offer to help me out when I may have been hurt. I'm glad to know that we're all looking out for each other! :3 P.S. - I know we're all on different teams, but I hope to get to know you better in the future and we become good friends! x3" Shiro's ears perked as his cheeks tinged a slight pink from sending the second message to Mokuren. With a big smile on his face, he expanded his Scroll into a tablet mode and began to take notes. Typing with swift efficiency as he devoted the remainder of his attention to the Professor's words. He wasn't too skilled in utilizing Dust in its raw, pure form, so he could stand to pay close mind. He was only familiar with using the Dust-based ammunition. As he recorded his notes, an odd scent wafted into his nostrils. He could detect stress within the room, looking up, he saw Geni and another student glaring daggers at each other. Though, unsure why, he frowned and tilted his head. Did those two know and not like each other? "Did I miss something here?" Just then, a question popped into his head. "Oh!" Raising his hand, he waited for the professor to address him. Once properly addressed, Shiro asked "Excuse me, Professor? I apologize for disrupting your lesson, but may I ask when we'll be able to start working on our equipment? Such as maintenance and fine-tuning?" He lowered his arm and waited patiently for a response.</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren took note of Sapphire's insistence that Shiro head to the infirmary. Gren just sighed. If she wanted him to act more... Modest, she should try to talk to him about that than just expect him to spontaneously heed her demands. Gren didn't think that Shiro's introduction was too bad. it certainly seemed like it was unique enough to earn him a new friend in the form of the fox girl. Gren had watched her fight and was able to analyze her fighting ability, to at least what little of it she showed. She seemed to have some sort of deflective semblance if what her opponents and what his observations were true. He came to this conclusion since he heard tales of her "cheating", though apparently this amounted to simply relying on one's semblance over their trained abilities. So putting two-and-two together he could figured that the fox fauna's semblance allowed her to easily win her battle due to reflecting her opponent's attack back at her. A fearsome opponent indeed. Gren wondered if such a semblance could be replicated. And that's what Gren's weapons focused on. Not more guns or blades, though that was always a nice addition. No, he wanted to create weapons that would augment his aura and utilize his semblance. There was only so many weapons Gren could wield at once, but if he could make something that complimented his armament, the better. Gren actually had a lot of schematics in the works that he just hasn't been able to work out. One was miniaturizing The God Eater into something more compact but equally as effective. If he could make it small enough to be used in one hand, he could potentially make two and increase his firing power. Gren also tried to pay attention to Chatsworth, but what he was telling them about dust Gren already knew. He did however wonder how dust could affect one's semblance, or vice versa. He imagined what it would be like to combine the flaming properties of certain dust to his Friction Semblance. Something akin to napalm perhaps? Or use the friction to create an intense heat, burning through all that it touches? Questions that Gren would want to test and see.</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery Priscilla was so ready to start this session! This was basically her territory, she had a widen smile on her face but it was soon to be a frown when she heard Ms.Vanhomirgh. "What did I do NOW?!" she thought to herself before turning her attention to the professor. So, basically they couldn't use their own weapon now..? Well that was bullshit because she wanted to use her weapon..! Priscilla was only good with her weapon, not no damn stock rifles. This was bullshit written all over it and it was embarrassing with Robert being in the same room as her. The pink-haired teenager just nodded her head, not even speaking one word to Ms.Vanhomirgh, ever since the obstacle she has been really mean to her and that was getting Priscilla a bit mad. Yeah, she didn't hear for the instructions but... talk to her nicely and calm. That is how an instructor suppose to be have with a student right? Professionally. This wasn't. She wasn't. As Priscilla got back to the firing line, she quickly reloaded, this time did everything that the instructor has told them. If someone were to look at Priscilla, they would see a focused angrily girl staring at the target. She was really focused that she forgot where she was, as soon as the paper target appeared. Priscilla squinted her left eye, and shot fire..! The bullets went through the paper target, though, they were perfect shots. This happens regularly when she is mainly focused on one thing, which was the target. After this, Priscilla doesn't want to do anything else, even if it could fail her grade.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Survival on the Rapids Even with the pallets' favorable design, navigated the river without falling into it required a great deal of conversation. Vorosky opened fire on the innocent riverbank in order to use the recoil to propel himself away from a outcrop of rock jutting up from the riverbed. The unpleasantly familiar sound of rapidly-beating wings reached him from over the water, and when the professor looked ahead he was disheartened to see a small flock of harpies incoming. Vorosky managed to bring down two of the avian Grimm with short, controlled bursts from his rifle, but the sharp-minded monsters split up after that, targeting students one or two at a time. One harpy swooped down on Vorosky almost vertically, threatening to topple him into the rushing whitewater. While he managed to block the thing's killer talons with his weapon, the harpy closed its claws around the gun instead and yanked hard, disarming the professor. With a sigh, he pulled a pistol from his belt and unceremoniously ventilated the Grimm's mask. The scuffle had pivoted him around so that he was facing upstream; while not a desirable outlook for such a perilous situation, it enabled Rayna's questions to be heard. "Anomalies have only one use! The portal we came in by is one-way. The closest way back is right in front of upcoming waterfall! In just a few moments we will be there..." here the professor was interrupted by a brilliant light and a thundering crack, signaling that Abel had left a harpy thunderstruck and drowning in the river. The guardian barely had the time to reset the Ampere to blade mode before an overhanging branch almost knocked him into the water. If not for his low, kneeling profile, he would have been. Vorosky continued, "And follow me exactly!" A steady roar, growing in volume with every meter, heralded the dreaded waterfall's approach. Abel cast a worried glance back at Oswald, the closest to him. After Oswald came Daniel, then Greyson, then Sangue, then Gren, then Jack, then Rayna, then Mokuren, and finally Sarina. The combat teacher's aide seemed to be dealing with the worst of it, having been the last to join the riverbound procession. Though Abel could barely see them from his own position, Itzamna and Salamanders ran along the riverbank, with the former jumping across rocks and from trees while Salamanders spat caustic fluid at her. Sarina, however, armed with the radiant red and blue light of her semblance, the Empress of the Stars. Aglow with the powers of war and peace, she moved with enhanced speed and struck with augmented strength, all the while forcing the Grimm to concentrate on her. Even Abel found himself oddly attracted to Sarina, despite the situation. He shook it off -was that an effect of her semblance?- and focused on what came ahead. A harpy came at him, shrieking, but he dissuaded it with a swing of his Ampere. Looking for another target, it went after Greyson instead. Up ahead, Vorosky had reached the waterfall. He sedately produced a washer and threw it forward. The air just on the precipice of the cataract shimmered, and Vorosky leaped into the anomaly. Abel, next in line, brought out his own washer, and fingered it nervously. He could honestly say that this was simultaneously one of the most frightening and most exciting experiences in his life to date. The roar of the waterfall forced him to focus, and he lobbed his washer after the professor. To his dismay, it sailed over the edge, and plummeted to the maelstrom far below. Trying to keep his panic at bay, the guardian pulled off one of his gloves and threw it instead, hoping with desperation that the small metal chips on its knuckles would do the trick. Abel gulped and took the leap of faith. The world around him went dark, though whether it was the contortion of space that was teleportation, or the tumult of a raging river, he could not tell. The world came back, and Abel realized that he was, in fact, underwater. Bubbling and scared, he tried to swim, only to hit a hard surface. Puzzled, he pushed off of it, and abruptly surfaced. In an instant he realized where he was: the fountain right outside the front entrance of Beacon academy. Smiling down at him was the scruffy, pitted face of an unmasked Vorosky. "You survived! A plus!" If he hadn't been tired, or terrified, or tremendously relieved, Abel might have punched the may. As it was, however, he wearily pulled himself out of the fountain to make way for the next person. The bells signaling the end of fifth period started to chime as he did, making Abel remember that despite all that he had just gone through, there was still another hour of school. "Ugh." -=-=- Coach Ahriman Agesander – PE After a few moments in which Ahriman looked somewhat likely to erupt into a cantankerous discourse, the man's good nature won out and his treated Aurellius to a shrug. "Works for me I guess. Next time though, I will indeed be more specific." After a few more minutes of struggling on the remaining students' parts -Ivan, Jayden, Sapphire, and Victor never managed to get the newly-replaced medallion at all, while Benjamin and Geni got it only after tremendous effort- the passing bell resounded through the school and Ahriman dismissed the class. "You kids didn't do too badly, for your first day, but remember this: if you want to make an impact on the world, nothing less than your best effort and your best dedication will suffice. If you do not wish to give it your all, you've come to the wrong academy." Those ominous words echoed off the gym's walls. Ahriman smiled. "See you next time!"</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid As Gren tried to stem the tide of Grimm, Vorosky released some sort of explosive into the area. It caught Gren off guard, but it seemed to have affected the Grimm much worse. He took the opportunity to gun down a few while they stood there dazed, but over the noise of the gunfire he heard Vorosky order everyone to the river. Gren didn't really have time to protest and could get the gist that he wanted the students to make a run for it. Perhaps not the most brave thing to do, but a smart hunter knows how to pick their fights. Gren followed the others to the river, unfortunately being a bit slow due to the fact he likely outweighs everyone here at least twice over. He saw them take out pallets of all things to serve as their makeshift raft down the roaring rapids. Once more Gren had his doubts, but they had no place here. If he had more time he could construct a more stable water craft, but time was not on his side. He could already hear the other Grimm recovering from Vorosky's attack and come this way. As the students jumped onto their pallets and made their way down stream, Gren too took a pallet and stood firmly on it. His shook and dipped dangerously into the water, threatening to capsized, but Gren was able to rebalanced it. Using his Semblance he rooted himself firmly onto the pallet, which would allow him to follow up with some rather questionable actions. At this point Gren's mind wasn't really thinking rationally, but acting reactionary. While what Vorosky said was true, that the Itzamna couldn't swim and that the salamanders wouldn't catch them, the harpies proved little trouble to Gren. If anything, it showed off one of his lesser known skills: Anti-Air. Gren's massive weapon was more than capable of clearing the skies of the harpies, and anything that even so much as flew in his general direction was soon peppered with hundreds of bullets and occasionally nailed with a rocket, or at least caught in the splash. With no cover to protect themselves, Gren was able to fill the skies with firepower. Even for the few Harpies that somehow managed to avoid his onslaught, they were unceremoniously smashed into the river. One Gren caught with his off hand and crushed it's neck, doing nothing but lowering his accuracy a bit. And at that point his had accuracy by volume. At some point Gren realized that some of the students were gone, notable Vorosky. He was able to see Abel vanish over the rapids and feared the worse. So the faunas aimed The God Eater towards the river itself and began to unleash a hail of bullets, using the recoil to propel him from the back of the group to the front. But as he was charging forward a harpy tried to fly by him. Gren was quick enough to swing his still-firing God Eater at the harpy, buffering it with bullets. It was at that time however he noticed the anomaly ahead of him, shimmering when some of his bullets few it it's direction. Now realizing what had happened Gren once again charged forward with the help of the God Eater and jumped into the anomaly.</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Back Area "Well, this has to be it... Right?", Jack muttered to himself, looking at the large metal door. Fortunately he didn't seem to run into any guards, so no one knew he was back here except his team. As he took a few steps towards the metal door, he heard it lurch as it appeared to be opening. He wanted to maintain the whole stealth thing, not to mention he wouldn't be able to open it anyway, there appeared to be a keypad, and a code was required to open the door, so he instead decided to hide in one of the empty side rooms and wait and listen. He kept one hand ready on one of his daggers, and stood behind the wall next to the door, so even if they walked in, they wouldn't see him immediately and he would have a chance of an advantageous action.</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren Sabella This guy, was dumb. So dumb, in fact, that he didn't seem to understand Sarcasm. But, Mokuren had to admit, she was slightly impressed at the way he had drawn his Trident - and the uniqueness of the weapon amused her as well - in time to deflect her sword. It wasn't a total deflection, and Sarasagi managed to take a bit more of his blood from a rather nasty cut in his side. She wondered if he had to obey the rules of blood loss, and was inclined to agree, considering he still felt pain. But then he finished his trident and moved to stab her with it. The strangest thing happened then. Mokuren seemed to slightly maneuver herself so that her head was in the Trident's path, and then use her Semblance to reflect the blow. Then, she would pull out her blade and hope that a trident in the face was enough distraction to slip her sword into his crotch, and vertically bisect him, the sharp edge of Sarasagi ensuring she cut through flesh and bone until it cleanly popped out of the top of his skull. "Drinking from a person's skull is horribly inefficient. It pours out of their eye sockets whenever you try to fill it up for more than a mouthful" she told the bouncer.</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid Taking note of everything the boy said, Gren also noticed that Skiro was sending messages through his SCROLL. Gren forgot to report back to Sapphire. Oh well, he'll give her a quick update on what he knows, and what he was going to do, a little bit later. First it seemed like Shiro was able to convince the boy to take him further inside the laboratory. With nothing to hide behind Gren had to make his appearance but only after the boy had entered the building. This way Shiro could plainly see him, not that Gren was ever too great at stealth. It was hard enough just to make his footsteps quiet let alone stay out of sight. Either way Gren followed Shiro inside, but a few paces away as to not alert the young bear fauna's of his presence. Gren didn't go anywhere that Shiro didn't, and seeing that he wasn't fighting for his life Gren took the moment to send a message to Sapphire. From: To: Sapphire Rode, Abel Fulgurate, Kuhaku Shiro, Subject: Let's try to be subtle Body: "As Kuhaku said, I'm tailing behind him and the bear faunas. I'll see if I can't do something about the security cameras, so try not to wreck them. We should try not to leave a trail." Of course right as he said that Shiro had just gone and ripped a camera out from the wall. Sighing, Gren sent his message and followed after. He caught up with Shiro and grabbed him by the shoulders to stop him. "Let's try some subtly. Let me handle cameras and security. We don't want to cause any unnecessary stress by acting hasty, yeah?" This was Gren's first attempt to remind Shiro of the event that transpired just a short while ago. If it really mattered to him, Gren hoped that he would take some time to consider what his actions did, reflect on it, and try to do something about it... Though that was a lot to do in a few minutes. So just some coaxing for now. The training can be done later. Letting Shiro go to follow the bear faunas Gren went to the now destroyed camera. Shiro didn't leave him much to work with but Gren had everything he needed anyways. Blocking the immediate view with his massive frame Gren took off the gauntlet on one of his hands, revealing his dull green hand. Which than revealed to have a removable compartment on the wrists, and inside contained a multitude of wires and, tubes, and mildly luminescence glowing bits. He pulled some choice wires out from his wrists and grabbed what few wires he could get a hold of from the wall. The tip of the wire from his wrists began to change shape to accommodate the new wires that were being fed into it. Now he just needed to do a bit of "reprogramming". Normally impossible to do from just the wire feed from a camera... But Gren wasn't doing things normally, so after a few minutes he was able to get most of the cameras around the facility to go on a loop. He was certain here were some cameras that were still functioning normally, but that was due to the fact that they were connected to the same system the other cameras were. It seemed like there were more security systems elsewhere in this facility, which meant there was some need to have a double-layer security system instead of just one. He also managed to pull some of the footage since the security's past boot up. There was a lot to filter through, but he just put the videos on double speed and watched from on the visor of his helmet. Putting his gauntlet back on Gren sent his findings to the others. From: To: Sapphire Rode, Abel Fulgurate, Kuhaku Shiro, Subject: Security Feed Body: "I've dealt with the cameras. Most of them around the main building should no longer be an issue now. However I've detected another security station with their own cameras that I couldn't reach. I suspect what we need to find would be around there. I also managed to get the security feed from today. Review it on your own time. Attachments:Security01.mpg, Security02.mpg, Security03.mpg, Security04.mpg, Security05.mpg, Security06.mpg, Security07.mpg, ..." The videos weren't high quality but that wasn't Gren's fault. The facility was using some old stuff. Sending his text to the others Gren than took to the ceiling and continued to try to be stealthy. Escort Mission About fifteen minutes into the trip and there was talk on the radio. "Slow down fellas. Looks like we might have to take a detour." Ahead of the front truck one of the quarts crystals seem to have fallen over and blocked most of the road. This caused everyone to tense up. If there was any place for an ambush to happen, it was here. Team MODA would have about five minutes to get ahead of the trucks and clear the crystals out if they didn't want the trucks to stop moving. All the while, things were still quiet. There were sounds of wildlife in the distance, but it was rather silent near the trucks. Almost too silent... The quartz crystal blocking the path was about the size of a medium sized tree (four meters in length, average diameter of a meter maybe smaller, weight likely well over a thousand kg likely a tonne) but fortunately broken into three pieces already instead of one whole piece. If two of the three pieces were removed, the trucks could squeeze on through. Additionally simple observation would be able to deduce this much: There were truck tracks going past the fallen quartz, suggestion that this is a fairly recent development, and there's no obvious signs that this massive crystallized object was dragged here. Rather, it looked like it was formed along the side of the road and simply fell. There is, however, many small ant-sized holes inside the quartz. And unlike most of the others quarts crystals scattered about the area, this quartz was almost pitch black. There were some, but they were located further away and were much smaller than the more white quartz. Patrol Mission At the ComShops, business was bustling, but otherwise peaceful. People packed the streets browsing, purchasing, or hawking various technological hardware for "Great deals". Most of it were computers and computers accessories. The only real trouble was how aggressive some of these merchants were; neither Ebon nor Skyra could go more than ten feet without someone coming up to them and trying to get them to look at their goods or taking a brochure. And while they were easy enough to fend off, the two would be approached by at least fifteen before something interesting happened. Walking through the ComShops district was a rather colorful group of girls. Unlike most regular customers, the merchants gave this group a lot of space. And it seemed like Skyra's and Ebon's appearance caught the attention of one of the girls with two small anchors attached to a chain, which she wore as a sort of belt. This girl detached herself from her friends and came over to the two. "Oi. I've never seen your faces around here before. I bet yer with Beacon, aren't you?" While her question was innocent enough, it was rather obvious that she was putting on an air of intimidation. The Red Asphalt district, unlike the ComShops, were much quieter. While there were cars driving the streets, they were going at a modest speed and for mundane reasons. Still Krystanthe and Sephira would get to see and pass by many different types of cars and vehicles, some tuned for the purpose of racing, others that just looked gaudy as hell and with the purpose of being flashy and bright. The more they explored the stranger the Red Asphalt district was, turning from "Street Racing district" to "Rice Rockets and Itashas". And if the cars were strange enough, the people working on them were. This this group of young men who approached the two girls. While they had the air of being troublemakers and playboys, their... Appearance may make others question just how legitimate their success was. The leader, the one openly showing his... "Chest hair" and wearing sunglasses, approached to flirt. "Hello cuties, I'd never though I'd see works of art like you in a place like this. Here for some modeling? I'm sure you two could show these dweebs around here what a real girl is like, right guys?" The other two young men spoke in agreement as they stood by the side of the presumed leader. "Say, why don't we go get some tea and talk? We'd love to get to know you ladies more." The cat on his chest meowed cutely at Krystanthe and Sephira, reaching out with it's paw as if asking to play with them.</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Ciel - A hurt rabbit Well she right there it was a illusion Ciel thought as she gasped a bit being hit while serving it's purpose also caused her to get the wind knocked out of her. Feeling tender a bit she heard the girl scream and noticed the damage around her there was burnt furniture and a lingering smell of smoke not to mention a small bit of ice remaining. She failed was the words currently playing through her head though pushing it back she managed to ask "Luke what do you think we should do with her?" As she slowly got up she was going to be bruised in the morning that was for sure. Waiting for an answer she vowed to make sure something like this wouldn't happen again she was tricked and could have killed her own teammate. When this was over and done with she would train harder not only her body but her mind as well to make sure she won't fall for the same trick again. Keeping her eye on the girl she would make sure that things don't happen the same way again in case she decided to act out just in case.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Lucas Schwarz -- Can Hunters make Arrests? Good question. What should they do with her? His eyes narrowed, half in thought, and half in suspicion. She didn't seem to be faking that very, very obvious panic, despair, and fear, but it most be remembered that her whole schtick was deception. Illusion. With that in mind, there wasn't exactly such a thing as being too careful. Well, I could choke her out. But that would be overdoing it, thus why it's an example. Not to mention it'd just be kind of unnecessary. Anyways. "Ciel," he began, stepping off to the side of his newly realigned teammate. "Stay here, and keep that gun on her. We can't risk letting her slip any false moves." No final eff-you's for their opponent if he could help it. "And you," he continued, pointing at Morgan before pulling his arms, one slightly-tanned and the other a vibrant halfway point between pink and red, back through his sleeves. "Hands behind your head. Don't do anything dumb." It felt odd, he realized while pulling his hoodie out over his shoulders, to be talking like this. He wasn't usually ever the one giving commands, using a tone of absolute "listen to me or you get hurt"-type authority. Had Dad ever done anything like this? Sure he'd given him a rundown when he learned he was going to Beacon in one of those fatherly "just-in-case-you-need-to-know" moments, but to actually do it in a live situation was... Worlds apart. he concluded, brushing his undershirt back down over his briefly exposed, well-defined midriff. ... What? He worked hard to get in such shape, let him be proud a little. Rolling the one-sleeved hoodie up much like a locker room towel, albeit with a much different purpose in mind, he began to walk towards the Faunus, slow and cautious, and never into Ciel's line of sight. Now came the dangerous part, even with things set up as they were. A last-ditch effort on Morgan's part could have an untold number of consequences, somer of them potentially fatal. He needed to be on guard at all times. "On your belly, face down, keep your hands on your head." Clear, concise, and completely incapable of being misconstrued. Exactly how it should be, right?</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson The Casino Floor As Luke proceeded to arrest Morgan, the conniving snake faunus made one last effort to avoid complete defeat. When he tried to tie her up, she used her semblance on both Ciel and Luke to make them believe he had tightened his hoodie enough to entrap her, when in fact he had completely missed her hands. Eventually the two would leave her alone and she'd easily escape into the night and avoid arrest, most likely to never be seen again. A sudden explosion from above rocked the building and put her plans on hold. A black-clad figure, making an ear piercing electrical noise, quickly repelled down from a newly formed hole in the ceiling. As soon as he reached the bottom, the figure pulled out a police baton and began to savagely beat Morgan into the ground until she laid there unconscious. The figure then grabbed his mask and pulled it off, revealing it to in fact be Team JMCL's police contact, Officer Murphy. "Hey kids," he said with a smile, "Good to see you're all in one piece. Sorry I didn't get here sooner. So did you find anything useful for the trial?"</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- okay.jpg Wincing from both the ear-ringing screech and the unfettered smackdown shortly laid upon the faunus, Luke looked up at the black clad figure to find... "Officer Murphy?!" You could forgive the surprise. He'd not expected him to be part of the apparently one-man SWAT Team en route to their location! Once he was done gaping at the whole thing, he quickly regained his senses, and answered the question. "Jack managed to snatch some files from that back room. Speaking of which, they couldn't have made their logo more obvious in the room if they tried." He frowned. "And it almost feels like they did, to be honest." The frown continued and his brow furrowed, as he folded his arms together, closed his eyes, and thought for a moment. What was he forgetting to ask about here? Something important... Something that probably started all thi-- !!! "Officer, do you know where Mokuren is right now? Ever since things got crazy, we haven't been able to contact her." Please be okay. Please be okay. He chastised himself for nearly forgetting, even with all the commotion, but most of all, he hoped their lost member was in good shape.</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren quickly lost interest in the huntress who spoke negatively of animals, noticing Shiro having taken lift off. He sighed at first, but than chuckled. It seemed like Shiro was making new friends, which was good. Friends were good. He was going to walk over to make sure he didn't hurt himself when he was sent flying. "Oh dust..." Shiro was sent crashing onto the table of another group of students, making Gren run over to try to get him out of trouble. But it seemed like Shiro was intentionally trying to stay away from Gren as he dashed from his landing position and out of the cafeteria. Shiro's speed caused a bit more belam as food and tableware were scattered about, leaving quite a path of destruction. But Gren was worried about something else; Shiro was going to go to the gardens. "MY BEGONIAS!" Gren made a mad dash to the nearest window, using his Semblance to slide across the room with startling speed for such a massive hulk. Opening the window however he could, Gren threw himself outside and continued towards the garden. He needed to talk to Shiro, but he also had to make sure his partner didn't harm the sanctity of the garden. Ass will be grass if anything bad were to happen there.</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Math Class If anyone turned back to Jack you would distinctly see him falling asleep after finishing this day's material at record speed... Given he got a bunch wrong, but they were all simple mistakes and he wasn't really into it. He wanted Math to pass by as soon as possible, and sleeping was one of the most effective ways to do this. Hopefully. He didn't really care about the snarky comments all around him, they were background noise to him. He just didn't want to be in math. "Luuuke, wake me up when this class is over", he entrusted this task to Luke, before falling asleep completely.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Alarm Clock Sending Cian a brief wave, he frowned as he looked back down at his leader. It wasn't like he didn't get the sentiment. Far from it, actually. Junior year he'd dozed off dozens of times, and had recieved the sharp reprimands for each with little more than the token grumble. But. His grades had also suffered, and he'd even had to stay late once for remedial sessions. That, he knew would be far more tortuous for Jack than anything the actual class itself could be. His next actions weren't out of any misplaced sense of justice, and certainly not in the interests of being some teacher's pet. Instead, he simply wanted to look out for his fellow man. He knew full well how high Beacon's standards were... Genius or otherwise, sleeping was asking for trouble. "Come on, man." he pleaded, shaking his leader by the shoulder, albeit not in an overbearingly rough manner. "Try and stick this one out."</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Math Class Try as Luke might, Jack was fairly obstinate in sleeping this one out. It didn't help that combat class was actually a fair bit taxing this time around. He had to go pretty much all out. Jack simply groaned in response until he fell asleep completely... Before Luke managed to actually wake him to which he responded, "Is it over...? No...?", he sat up and looked around, and not a thing had changed, so he slumped back down again. Jack's grades managed to stay within the class average for Math, but that was since he never reviewed the material, looked over it once and that was it. He made loads of silly mistakes which was why he never excelled in math, but he showed he was capable.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Mathematics Class Shiro's ears perked under his hood as Gren literally took his seat next to him. Immediately perking up, Shiro removed his hood to free his silvery-white ears and smile as he sat up. When his armored compatriot posed his question, he didn't have an immediate answer for him. His eyes flitting away momentarily as he picked his words carefully. It wasn't like he was about to admit he had a psychotic episode/panic attack and had to conduct an emergency medication. Speaking of.. His ears and tail stood straight up as a brief moment of cold fear washed over him. He had forgotten to put away his secret little orange pill bottle. Swallowing dryly, he would have to remember to return to the dorm as soon as possible to put it away properly. Last he remembered, he left it open on the bathroom counter. Stuttering and sputtering, he hoped his simple answer would appease his friend. "U-uh, I-I y'see th-the..." He sighed and offered a weak smile. "Mondays. Am I right?" He chuckled nervously. Habitually scratching the back of his head. At that moment, a familiar feathered faunus came by his desk and dropped his pack on his desk with a cantankerous clatter. Looking up at her, words caught in his throat as his eyes were graced with the student's lovely choice of attire. He held his tongue though and tried his best to maintain eye contact, hoping he didn't come off as rude or creepy for silently staring at her. Thoughts flip-flopping again when she mentioned she had gone through his things, he frantically stuck his head into his bag and rummaged around. "Crap! I didn't leave any extra 'supplies' in my pack did I?" How many bottles did the doctors prescribe him with anyways? First chance he got, he would have to tidy up his things and organize them. Breathing a sigh of relief, he quietly thanked her as she walked away. Unsure if his words were heard. Frowning, the moniker she addressed him by confused him slightly. Goofus, sure. But Lynx? "I'm a Tiger though..." Odd. Continuing to go through his things, he let out an exasperated sound as of course he had everything but basic note taking gear. With perfect timing, a voice behind him caught his attention and he turned 'round in his seat. It was a fellow student from a different team, graciously sharing his own paper and writing utensils with him. Smiling, Shiro reached behind him with gloved hands and received the pen and paper. "Yeah, I'm Shiro. Nice to meet you too, Ben. That match was pretty fun between Luke and I. But, I seriously need to work on toning it down and work on my hand-to-hand skills." Looking at each member of Team Bastille, he gave each of them a warm and friendly grin. Softly saying 'Hi' and 'Hello' to each of them. "Your team seems nice and fun." Kind of like his own, save for one toxic team leader. No, he couldn't think like that. She was probably really sweet deep down inside. Deep deep down. Maybe core of the earth deep. But, it was somewhere down there. Right? "Stop being nasty, Shiro!" He thought to himself, shaking his head. At that moment, Mokuren interrupted his self-reprimanding by viciously hacking away at her assignment. "Uh." Blinking and then snickering, he couldn't help but be entertained. "Yeah, I feel the same way." he figured. As he started to turn back around towards the front of the classroom, another member of Team Bastille had torn out some more paper to offer to him. "Oh!" Reaching for the extra note paper, he stopped for a moment. He had a bad habit of staring into people's eyes silently. He didn't recognize the darker-skinned gal, but slowly accepted her gift anyways. "Th-thank you.." "Man, I see new people every day. It's going to be rough trying to make friends with all of them.." Neatly gathering his things, he wondered what exactly was the attrition rate and expected graduating percentage of Beacon Academy? Setting his pack on the side of his desk, he stared at the blank paper for a moment. "Basic paper, huh?" Rather archaic. He'd rather take notes on his Scroll. Ears and tail perking again, he reminded himself. This was the perfect moment to ask Gren! "Oh! Gren! Hey, I just remembered. My Scroll broke during our first mission and I'd been meaning to ask you if you could maybe hook me up with a new one? Something told me you could help me out with that." Looking around himself, he ducked low and lowered his voice for Gren. "Also, when did Beacon have so many pretty ladies?" Uncertain if his whispers were quiet enough so that others couldn't hear.</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren smirked and took out his Scroll. A few flicks of his finger and Gren cleared his phone of his previous data while at the same time downloaded the data he needed to give Shiro some basic functions. "You can use mine. I've been meaning to get an upgrade soon, so you might as well take this one instead of me just selling it off. It's a recent model, though I've added a few hardware upgrades to it." Gren showed one of those upgrades being a miniature hologram projector. He showed a recording of his own fight with Cobalt. "I've also taken the liberty to... Hook you up, namean?" Gren then switched over to the contact list, which provided numbers for just about all the girls in class. Gren figured Shiro might like it, more so when Shiro asked him a question about the ladies. "Ha! You just now noticed? I hardly ever see you without a new girl near you, Shiro. Beacon has always had some fine huntresses though. However I don't blame you for finally seeing them as women instead of warriors. One tends to forget I suppose." Gren glanced around and looked at the other students. A few caught his eye, but he couldn't claim he felt any particular attraction to any of them. Only one really garnered his stare for very long, and that wasn't because of any romantic feelings for her. Gren just wondered when Sapphire was going to try to step up and be a leader worthy of followers rather then a girl who doles out orders. He put those thoughts behind him though. He still needed to socialize himself, but there was a bigger beast to face. Math. "Alright Shiro, enough goofing around. Is your body ready?" Gren said as he took out his notebook and raised his pencil.</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Beacon Academy Rooftops Shiro turned 'round and listened intently as Gren spoke. Giving him the quiet respect of speaking uninterrupted. Raising his gloved hand to his brow, he shielded his eyes from the sun as Gren stood with it to his back. Making it hard for the feline faunus and his sensitive eyes to see him. Sitting down and crossing his legs, Shiro reached behind him and pulled his hood over his ears to help shade his vision. For a moment, Shiro mulled over his friend's words. He was right after all. Every bit of it. Now, Shiro didn't mind telling his comrade what he wanted to know about his past. As long as he didn't pry too deeply to make him uncomfortable. There were things he wanted to at least try keep under wraps, if he could. Otherwise, he trusted Gren. He could easily open up to him and Abel, at least. "O-okay. What do you want to talk about? Shoot."</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia (VGNB) and Sarina Tala Dei (SSC) …Really you two upstand me like that in an entire class… Gratia walking out on her had annoyed Vega to a scathing degree. At least Napoli had the decency to decline her request but she was irked by his request. "Your choice, I will see you later!" Tsk, assholes as she walked out of the classroom and made a brisk pace to the source of the music. -- Vega had caught up with Sarina to the source of the music. Why is their large music playing at this time? Why does not the faculty know about it? "Look" Vega whispered. The pair noticed a boy who fell upon Fullbuster arms who looked to odd to be in Beacon with his tattered clothes. What the… "Let's go." Vega nodded and the two followed briskly behind the students carrying the student. The two then arrived in front of the Infirmary, casually walking up to the three students conversing among each other. "Anything you can tell me about the individual in the infirmary?"</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate The sudden arrival of Robert in Ozpin's office was an unexpected surprise, but from the boy's tone, exhaustion, and troubling words, the headmaster got the distinct impression that something was very wrong. Moving with a surprising haste given his age, Ozpin marched from his office with Robert in disorderly pursuit, and behind him the two new students. Quickly and efficiently he descended the flight of stairs, mulling over the things that the teamless leader had told him. Embodiment, did he say? Where had he heard that before...? On the way, the headmaster told the three boys to leave him and return to their business. "This is school business, no concern of yours. Return to class." His tone made it clear that he would be brooking no nonsense. -=-=- With a loud squeal, the infirmary door was thrown open, and in marched Beacon's principle. Though normally a man to wear a look of casual curiosity, as if some great knowledge lay behind his eyes for students to discover, Ozpin now bore a visage of utter seriousness. He approached the bedside, saying in a quiet but clear manner, "Students, please leave now. Algernon, go with them and continue your class as usual; there's still at least twenty minutes before the bell. Make sure to properly penalize any absentees. Seniors, you have duties to attend to as well." After the math instructor had left with Cobalt, Oswald, and Sapphire, Ozpin stood by the unconscious boy's shoulder. He bent to examine the stitching around the mouth and turned up a surprising conclusion. Judging by appearance alone, it was somewhat elastic, and would stretch to permit the boy to drink and make some facial expressions. As Ozpin watched, the kid turned his odd eyes to look at him. When the air around the headmaster began to move, vibrating at complex frequencies to produce sounds, he listened intently. "Thank...you. Be...ready. The Painter...follows." Through narrowed eyes, Ozpin could see that the air within the boy's mouth vibrated too. Perhaps, he reasoned coolly, whoever did this to him was trying to keep whatever singularity of sound that lay within him from bursting out when his semblance was active. This semblance, in fact, was like nothing Ozpin had ever seen. It seemed to be constantly on, and totally untied to the boy's obviously depleted aura. It was more like...hmm. Semblances derived their name from old folk tales about beings with incredible power over forces in nature, practically akin to magic. Human characters in those stories, seeing these grand magics, labored to emulate them, so producing for each a 'semblance' of the power of the gods. This ability, however, combined with the distinctive tattoo, seemed to lend itself to the idea that it was an 'embodiment' of such power—a projection far beyond that of an ordinary person. To Ozpin's immediate knowledge, this was the first time he'd ever seen such a thing. It was a matter of no small concern, especially if this hyper-powerful kid seemed to be afraid of someone -or something- called 'The Painter'. Now was not, however, a good time to delve into the hardships inflicted upon him. "What is your name?" The air contorted itself to sound out a melodic reply. "Jay..." Ozpin spoke up before the boy could continue. "Don't worry any more, Jay. We will take care of you." Abel Fulgurate "Someone call my name?" Without proper warning, Abel was there. He looked at Shiro, then Gren, then back again, and held up his phone needlessly "Got your message. I followed the people with the kid for a way, but I didn't want to just hang around bein' useless so I came back. I don't know what's up with him. I heard someone saying that class isn't canceled though, so we oughta head back." Shrugging, Abel waiting for one of his comrades to reply, not aware that he'd stepped into a potentially important conversation.</s> <\|message\|>Valin Nash Valin - Midnight Squad Warehouse With that said, a loud banging sound rebounded through the entire warehouse as someone kicked open the door to the warehouse. The harsh sound echoed through the spacious room, and silence soon loomed over the trio of tired soldiers yet again. Footsteps soon echoed through the building, they were light and slow, but somehow it could be heard quite distinctly. Soon, the footsteps started to become more distinct to the ones with excellent hearing, the person filling the shoes was getting closer and closer. Who is this new recruit? How powerful are they? Is the new recruit an adorable girl? All were equally important questions, and soon, all would be answered within the next few seconds. After several suspenseful seconds, all three would notice that the stranger was finally in view, well, at least his shoe. With another large step, the entire body was visible. And... every expectation around him was quickly knocked down. He was short compared to his peers, Violet and Akashi were both around or above six feet tall, and Amber was most likely around his height of 5'11 (5'9 while slouching). Valin also looked like he had just gotten out of bed, one side of his hair was flattened down while the other side was perked up! It actually looked like he used a ton of hair gel to get his hair looking like that. His clothes looked displeasing to the eye as well, it looked like he was working for the mafia, a very poor mafia. Everything he was wearing was wrinkled or worn without wash, was he blind? An annoyed look on his face, he pulled out his cigarette case, opening it with one hand and pulling out one with his mouth. Valin's eyes darted across the three people before lighting the cigarette. The grimy boy pulled the haphazard stick from his mouth, and when it looked like he was going to blow the smoke, he threw burning cigarette into his mouth, and crunched into it. His eyes continued to look around, his posture still looking really relaxed, and Valin continued to chew on the cigarette. With a few more chews, he swallowed the entire stick and gave a sly smirk at the trio, "Already fighting without me?" Valin squatted onto the floor, trying to level himself face to face with the people on the floor and still had that irritating looking smile. "How are you guys and gals doing?"</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid Stepping forward Gren used his own body to shade Shiro from the sun. he was going to speak when he noticed Abel arriving. Though Gren intended to speak to Shiro in private he suppose there was no harm for Abel to be here as well. At some point it was going to be brought up to him anyways, so no sense in keeping secrets between the three of them. "It's about your semblance." Gren extended his hand to protect a hologram of Shiro back at the beginning, where he had some strange mood and fled from the hospital. "Ever since you ran away from us back then and told us that it's been linked to your Semblance, I've been concerned about your health. You mentioned that using your powers makes you forget things, like some sort of reoccurring amnesia. I don't know about you, Shiro, but that is unacceptable. I cannot in good conscience know that your own unique ability can harm you like that. Even if you're fine to settle with not using it ever again, I want to be able to help you bypass this weakness. Additionally, I wonder how much damage your semblance might have already caused you before you chose to refrain from using it. Do you remember much about yourself anymore? Family? Childhood? The past in general?" The hologram continued to show Shiro get up from a bed and throw himself out a window, causing him to vanish. A few moments later it showed Shiro again curled up on the ground. From here a perspective mind would be able to tell that this hologram was actually a projection of what Gren had saw during that day, albeit at a third-person angle. "Fortunately there hasn't been a similar incident since then, but I want to make sure it never happens again. I need to know what your problem is Shiro. Do you even know what's wrong with you?" Gren knew he was coming off as a bit harsh, but the concern in his voice also spoke of his worry. He wasn't trying to insult or berate Shiro, but trying to find some sort of solution.</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane reluctantly left the infirmary quickly making her way back to math, she still had that one nasty problem, but at least with the music gone she could focus on it now. To her surprise when she looked at the problem again she found what she was doing wrong and quickly solved it. Krysthane closed her book satisfied... and now bored. She found herself wondering what her next period would be like.</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren took a while to realize that Skyra had stopped hugging her. Then, systems rebooted, and she regained control of herself, blushing in a rather embarassed manner. "I...sorry. You didn't hurt me, its just. I.....never really get a lot of emotion directed at me that isn't scorn, or disdain. And it's not just because I am a Faunus either. I'm sure you have noticed that I have a rather, unique personality. And I try to control it, but it never really works out right. And so everyone hates me because they don't understand me. You are the first one who has felt friendly towards me. And, the first person to hug me in a very long time. I, I, think I am feeling emotion for you as well. Really thought I had lost that ability, but it's back now..." Mokuren rambled on, hoping Skyra wouldn't dislike her for all the sudden talking she was doing.</s> <\|message\|>Jasmine Grace Banks Jasmine Grace Banks: tall, toned, tough. Even if it wasn't obvious in Beacon's school uniform, it was hinted at when she rolled the sleeves up to reveal her hairy and hard forearms. This was typically the case, as the uniform grew too hot for her too often, and even in her senior year she wasn't quite used to it. She didn't care much for the dress code, made even more clear by her skirt being pulled up just a tad too high--but have you seen her legs? Well of course you have, everyone has, and they're great so who can complain? The young woman sauntered down the hall toward her class. Her green eyes flickered about, eyeing freshmen; it was strange how much younger a few years could make them look, but it mostly their clueless and nervous behavior that made them the most noticeable. When she finally arrived at her class, she yawned, her fang-like canines visible for the moment her mouth was stretched far open in tiredness.</s> <\|message\|>Sterling Johnson Sterling Johnson ... Man, traveling. Stuff really did get boring after the first couple hundred miles, and when you're working with an ocean, there honestly aren't many landmarks to spice the in-between points up. Gotta love it, huh? Boats. Unfortunately, that was the easiest way to get back home from Atlas-- by sea. Thus, when family issues happened, he'd ended up having to cut vacation short and, not only that, miss the first couple of weeks of classes. Now, it wasn't as if he looked forward to them, far from it, but if three years prior had taught him anything, it was that he didn't want to have to play catch up if he could help it. Thankfully, at least granny was still the same tough old lady she ever was, hip of bone or titanium. Leaning back on the wall, he whipped out his scroll, artificial arm dancing across the keyboard with just as much fluidity as any flesh and bone. Messages --> Contacts --> Team --> Group Message should be back in vale tomorrow anything fun over there? the freshmen even shorter than last year? Smirking, he awaited a response from the two (or three now, right?) ladies back home. Er, home away from home. ---------------------------- Luke Schwarz -- Roaming the halls "What..." What the hell had just happened there?! Everything had gone by so fast, and he'd only just gotten there behind the crowd after poor Cian had, understandably, elected to not get closer to the nigh-unbearable din. And in hindsight, 20/20 as it ever was, he really did wish he'd stayed there with her... I mean, if it weren't for my aura, I'm fairly sure my eardrums'd be bleeding. Brushing past a tall, toned upperclassman, he turned with a polite apology on his li-- Ho-ly-- L O N D O N A few seconds passed as he found himself staring after her retreating form, ahoge standing at attention, but evidently not being noteworthy enough to warrant any reaction as she turned down the hall towards her class, wherever that was. Wouldn't he like to kno-- He needed to stop skirting the line of creepster. Focus, Luke! Picking his jaw up off the floor and shaking about four paragraphs worth of raving prose about the senior's powerful, lioness-like form from his brain, the black-haired freshman recomposed himself and continued back down the hall for Math. Now, where was he? Right. Whatever the heck had just happened back there. Having shown up late, he'd have to ask around. Opening the door to the still mostly-empty classroom, he tried to go back over things again, sparing Cian a nod as he took his seat behind her. Mom's gonna love hearing about today...</s> <\|message\|>Grane Blauer Grane Blauer It seemed his other teammate, Delta, had figured out who their team leader was, as he called another student Robert. Despite being a bit clumsy a few moments back, it at least seemed Delta was competent. Grane merely kept to himself at the moment as they walked to their class, with Robert leading the way. So far he had nothing to really look forward to, but perhaps that would change. In the classroom, it seemed their leader, Robert, seemed a bit out of it, so he decided to leave him alone for now. Delta started drinking coffee, which in his opinion, was a horrible drink, and unlike liquor, it didn't really make you forget regretting spending 10$ on a mere drink made from crushed beans. But before he could say something about the boy's choice of drink, what he assumed was his familiar began talking. Robert engaged it in conversation first, and Grane answered shortly after he finished. "Well, I'm Grane. I'm a Faunus, if you couldn't tell already." The small... girl, if it was human, he couldn't really tell, seemed to be an odd peculiarity. Was it the only one of it's kind? What was it's capabilities? Perhaps valid questions to ask Delta after class.</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren looked at Shiro. "Who you are matters to me. The past... It's not something that should be forgotten. Maybe you don't think your life is special, but I think it does. Everything that brought you here, from the littlest moments to the biggest events, they are things I want to know. There is so much about one another we don't know. Trust isn't something that can merely be given. It has to be earned." Gren looked down at his own feet when he said that. Now that he thought of it, he was being rather demanding. He wants Shiro to spill the beans about himself but Gren hasn't said a peep about his own past. He could understand Shiro's hesitation in continuing the conversation, if not simply because of how uncomfortable it was, but because of how invasive Gren was being. If he wanted Shiro to open up, Gren needed to open up too. Let down his armor. "Shiro... Abel... Look at me. This is who I am." Gren spread his arms out as soon, the sound of small machinery could be heard from Gren's body. They were quiet, like clockwork, but soon his armor began to fall off. Beneath the armor was his flesh, green and somewhat hairy. But even that fell to reveal what was really inside Gren. After his body armor fell to the floor Gren's own torso detached, revealing the mess of electronics and machinery underneath his "Flesh". And not an organic part in sight; no heart, no lungs, no stomach, but synthetic muscles and organs meant to emulate their certain functions. Gren's owns also were shed to reveal the cybernetic muscle underneath, exposing his wiring and causing the internal mubercate in his arms to spill. The only parts that didn't fall off were everything below his waist and his head. "I cannot hide this secret from you much longer. I'm sure you both had your suspicions already, and this confirms them. I am not merely a faunas. I am a machine... A cyborg if you will. Though there's very little left of what I was before this conversion. Only my brain remains, and even most of that has been adapted to a processor that allows me to keep track of my body's function and much more. I'm showing this to you now, Shiro and Abel, because it is important to me, and important for you to know. I want to show you that I trust you with my secret. And... If you're willing, maybe help me deal with some demons from the past." Gren picked up his armor and torso, laying them in a neat pile. He walked around the two to show them his body from all angles. There were no lights, no sparks, not many moving parts. His body leaked some sort of oil meant to keep his body insulated and functioning normally. If he was flesh and bone, he would be bleeding profusely. There was a wire-mesh covering most of his torso and arms too, presumably there to help keep his innards in place. And just to show up inhuman he really was, Gren then proceeded to detach his left arm, swinging it around like a club. He then reattached his arm and moved it as normal. "Like your semblance, I won't hesitate to use this body to protect my team. But there are flaws with it, and not all of it simply with it's function. The price I paid to get this... It's a heavy debt. I have no right to force either of you two to burden it, I know. But at least allow me to help ease yours. I didn't get this body just for myself. I got this body to... To save lives. To help others. Help you. Won't you let me help you, Shiro?"</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly-To Food! Oswald spent the duration of history class desperately trying to retain the information Dr Oobleck was inundating the class with. Thankfully he'd seen fit to deliver a lesson which didn't require a decade of prior education to understand. Of course, there were certain things that the stout hunter hadn't learned, but Oobleck was much more patient with Oswald than most would have been. As the class finally let out, Oswald made his way to the cafeteria before noticing a message on his Scroll from Cobalt. What a guy. He's really serious about this leader thing, isn't he? Well....his loss. Shrugging to nobody in particular, Oswald sent a quick reply to his team leader before making his way to the deli. True to his word, Oswald had arrived in about a minute and a half. Joining his leader at the table, Oswald gave a nod of greeting.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Eating at Maintenance Looks like it's pizza today. the young man noted, after the fairly uneventful, yet admittedly not-unbearably dull history class that had commenced not a minute after he'd tested his subconscious ability to calculate ballistic trajectories on one Sangue Naga. Poor girl's sleep habits must have been even worse than his. Sure, he stayed up late often and found himself drifting at times in many classes, but at least he'd always managed to fight his way back from the brink. Wondering if it'd be too intrusive, if it wouldn't be his place to inform Ben about it as someone who really only counted as an acquaintance of the team, he gazed down at his meal, markedly devoid of protein as it was. Now, under certain circumstances, he'd be more than happy to dine on something with more substance (he actually loved some good tuna salad) but in the case of fish filets, one ill-fated venture into eating tilapia had caused a food allergy to rear its head, and as such, he'd sworn off most fish if he could help it. Seriously, feeling one's own throat first bump, thenb swell, and finally be the channel for vomit on it's way into a nearby toilet was one of those experiences that he was less than willing to ever knowingly repeat. Best to just not risk it, since Tuna seemed to be the only known safe haven. Now then, that was the end of mandatory classes. Starting from 4th period onward, the team's gonna be split amongst what's basically electives. Wonder who'll be in Armory... He frowned as he chewed. Should he have gone Grimm Studies instead? While learning how his weapons could be upgraded and such was lucrative, the old adage of "know thy enemy" was arguably moreso... "Ffmmmmm."</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Sepia had just enough time to say "Hmmm . . . I hadn't really thought about it." before history class started. She spent most of class pondering this question, as the history lesson wasn't likely to stick in her mind anyway. As the end-of-class bell rang, Sepia turned and answered with a "cute little fangs" bared grin. "I suppose it is the people here. They have given me excellent first impressions so far." She stood up and gathered her things. "You are going to lunch, then? It will be my first time knowing anyone, as I got here for practice on. . ." she thought for a moment with a cheerful smile. "It seems I have forgotton."</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid "Pfft. Like you haven't already, ya busta." Gren said playfully as Grane haphzardly passed out his business cards. No one seemed impressed, which was fine for the green faunus. He doesn't want too many people showing up after all. After Grane took a seat Gren went back to his chair and got ready for class. And none too soon, as shortly after Oobleck came in and came in hot. Without so much as a greeting he delve straight into the lesson. Gren had to hasten himself and take out his notebook, quickly recording Oobleck to make sure he didn't lose anything. While he could always not worry about a written notebook and just review the class lesson through the video recording, Gren didn't want to blow his cover (To everyone) by not keeping notes and somehow having a perfect memory of how class was. That and it helped him fight off the boredom by doodling. And as quickly as it came class was over. As per usual Oobleck was a master at the information dump and Gren simply stopped trying to take notes after Oobleck prodded everyone with questions. This was something that Gren himself was rather interested in getting down; not only would he get their names but also a bit of how they think. Gren himself was not immune to these questions and Oobleck asked him a few too, though Gren gave him textbook answers while remaining as neutral to the subject as he could. After class was lunch, Gren's favorite subject. Before leaving to the cafeteria Gren turned towards Grane. "Ayo, I'm going to meet with my team soon. Why don't I introduce you to them? Meet me in the cafeteria so we can all get some grub." Gren waved goodbye to his old friend and made his way to the mess hall. Along the way he sent a text to Shiro and Abel. Thinking about it, he also sent it to Sapphire. After sending them the message Gren walked over to the cafeteria. It was full of students and most were waiting in line for food. Gren didn't want to get food and eat before his Shiro, Abel, or Grane, so he didn't wait in line. But while he was looking for seats he noticed Cobalt sitting with Oswald. If Gren remembered correctly, Sapphire had thing for Oswald. He didn't know what sort of thing, but as a team member Gren thinks he earns the right to know. That and he wanted to greet his opponent. "Hey Cobalt, Oswald. Mind if I take a seat?"</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Lunch The red-haired swordswoman nodded, her idle expression remaining in place. "She is a strong person," Sangue agreed. As she bit off another piece from her pizza, the woman stared at her food for a brief moment. She seemed to be pondering on something, though she did not seem to have any intentions on speaking her mind to the world. Instead, she assured Lauren, "I have the notes. It was not hard." But truthfully, the only reason why she was able to take notes was because a paper ball that came out of nowhere to save her hide. With a bit of backbone, the woman asked Lauren, "You are... feeling okay, right? If... you feel unhealthy, then do not hesitate... to go to the infirmary." Sangue liked talking to Lauren. The dark-haired woman just screamed "friendly" to her, so it was hard for Sangue to shrug her off, especially considering her fondness for nice people. She then wondered when Ben would eventually pop back up. Though, she did not mind if Ben stayed with Amaranth for the Faunus's sake. Sinatra</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Silly The few new arrivals all received little more than a nod and a glance as Oswald studied his team mates, wondering who'd speak first. He'd committed to this thing, and was wondering what the next direction the team was taking would be. After a few moments, Cobalt took the lead, apologizing for the bad impression he'd left and hoping for good luck in general and all that fun. This guy was...too enthusiastic. Emerald was one thing, she was just full of energy, but Cobalt was like a twitchy dog who took anything less than elation as a sign of disdain. "Like I told you before, don't worry about it. Stress has been high, you showed up at a weird time, shit happens. As for restraint and tact...well, frankly, I think most of us could use those quite a bit. I could definitely stand to be more cautious, but then again, caution isn't very fun. Getting painted with Grimm guts is." Gesturing to everybody around him, Oswald shrugged. "Oswald Connolly. I'm here to kill shit, mostly."</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Lauren Negasi "Is it obvious? I was planning to just sleep it off tonight and lay low during the next combat class." Lauren smiled sheepishly and started popping a small succession of chips into her mouth, one after the other. Subconsciously, she reached up to rub one cheek, where Ben's Semblance-powered fist had rocked her so hard that she saw stars until math class. It was just one of those things she needed time and grit to deal with, but...didn't mean it didn't smart. I guess it looks a little obvious. "Just thinking about Desire a lot. And...not gonna lie, yeah, it's a bit of a headache. The cap serves up a mean last ditch uppercut when he's gotta." Her grin turned slightly rueful.</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid "This is good. Very good." Gren was surprised at how many people were arriving to the Deli, almost to the point he was worried he was way in over his head. But he shook those thoughts off because he was way in over his head. In fact he was relying on it. The first to arrive was Sapphire, who didn't seem to notice Gren or was at least trying to ignore him. Whatever, plenty of other people to talk to. When Cobalt mentioned paying for food Gren just laughed. "That won't be necessary. I'll cover for myself and... The party." He would have said team but soon many, many more people were showing up. The rest of Team CODE arrived, which earned a nod from Gren. Grane came not too long after, who told him that he invited his team as well. "Not all of them, but this is my team leader, Sapphire Rode. Perhaps you've heard of her?" Despite what Sapphire may have thought, Gren did know who her father was. He just never thought it was important enough to mention in casual conversation. Besides that Gren was well aware that many of his fellow students had personal family troubles, and Sapphire was no exception. While he has no idea what the specifics are Gren was certain that if they were ever to pose an actual problem Sapphire would be wise enough to let them know. And if not... Gren can play the part of willful ignorance. Eventually Abel arrived, and with Krysthane at that. Gren didn't need to be a mindreader to know that Abel might have the hots for Krysthane, and he could see why. She was strong, attractive, intelligent, and sociable. The leader of Team KESS as well. Smirking to himself, Gren wondered how it was like under her leadership. Surely not as bad as working for Sapphire, right? "Hey Abel! Krystane! Over here!" Soon Delta arrived with Roberts and Napoli, which was a surprise but nothing that Gren couldn't handle. Delta's weird semblance Eve gave him and Grane the moniker G&G. GG sounds better, but that also makes them sound like a couple and that was just odd. "Nothing much Delta, just trying to wrangle a party together. Haven't gotten a call yet, did you make sure you pass out my business cards? Also wussup Roberts? Take a seat, grub will come over shortly." The area was getting crowded now, but Gren was willing to make space. Moving carefully around everyone Gren started to set up some tables, grabbing ones further away to bring them closer to the ground so everyone could dine and chat with one another. While he was shortly away Gren also went to the Deli Counter and ordered a party platter of sandwiches and drinks for everyone. Fairly generic stuff, but if anyone wanted anything in particular they could buy it with their own Lien. As Gren returned from ordering food he had only three seconds to see the white flash. Three seconds were all he had to activate his Semblance to keep himself rooted to the ground, and it wasn't until he was hit that he realized that Shiro had just tried to glomp him. Which was quite foolish even if Gren didn't use his semblance to essentially turn him into a stone column, because even without it Gren was at least twice Shiro's size and five times as heavy. Still Gren could understand his partner's affection, so once he was certain that it was indeed Shiro and not a suicide bomber Gren released his Semblance and spun Shiro around in his arms. Gren toss the white tiger into the air before catching him, then setting him down on the ground carefully. "Nice to see you too buddy! I just brought some sandwiches, take a seat. There's some stuff we got to talk about. Don't worry, nothing too heavy." With the gang all here Gren tried to get them all to gather around. Even those not part of Team SASG, since it's Gren was the type of fool to get as many people involved as he could. As he waited he heard Sapphire say something about Cobalt's leadership. It reminded him of her own stunt back at the island. "Cobalt will be a fine leader. So long as he remembers he has a team he can rely on and doesn't try to go commando against the final boss without backup or proper equipment. That's just stupid." Waiting for everyone else conversation to die down somewhat, Gren then beckoned for Grane to join him. "Aight, Sapphire, Abel, Shiro, I want you all to meet an old friend of mines, Grane Blauer! He is a old friend of mines from waaaaaay back, back when we were kids even. He might be a bit thuggish but he's a hero at heart, hence why he's here. But he's also new in town, so I figured that this was a cause for celebration!" Gren rubbed his hands together and lifted them over his head, creating a a large holographic image of words saying "Welcome to Vale, Grane!" in bright colors. "So listen up everyone! After class and all that, I'm going to take Grane on a tour of the city. We're going to go everywhere all night, from the Horn of Plenty to the Land of Walt, Red Asphalt to The Club and even Sapphire's uncle. We can either walk or ride, but whatever were doing we're doing it tonight! Be there or be square!" At that Gren heard someone call out for him, and that his party platter was ready. Gren waved over to the counter and hoped that they would bring the food to him instead of having to leave the group to get it himself. He was kinda trying to rally people here.</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta-Grimm Studies Cobalt looked at Diamond and shrugged. "You heard the man. Stay at the edge of the pool and provide ranged support. Later." He took his sword out of his sheath on his back and jumped onto one of the floating lily pads. It sank slightly as it struggled to support his weight, so he jumped into the pool so others could use the lily pad. "This is insane!!!" Cobalt screamed as he hit the water with a mighty splash. He opened his eyes underwater and saw the Megaladeus staring at Robert with a hungry grin. Huh, never knew that Grimm could smile. Cobalt swam towards it's gills and brought his arms above his head. This was not going to be fun. Not for the Grimm anyways. He activated his Semblance so he could focus on exactly where to stab, just when the Megaldeus noticed him. It was just in time to get stabbed in the side with a big ass blade actually. Cobalt missed the gills due to some last second movement, but damn the 27 Smasher was bleeding this thing out. As the Megaladeus started to thrash to try and get Cobalt off he pulled the trigger on the gun part of the blade a few times to shoot the fucker in the side. The monster surfaced for a moment and threw Cobalt away from it a good couple of yards. His blade splashed into the water a few feet away from him and he swam over to grab it. In hindsight he probably should've focused on getting away instead. The Megaladeus glared at him and began to charge him to try to smash him against the side of the pool. Cobalt gasped a few times and looked around. "Someone pull the aggro!" He began desperately swimming away but it was catching up fast.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Armory Class Sapphire thought about Gren's problem for a moment. What he needed was a seal that could be applied between the mask and human skin, which meant that it had to be easily engageable and disengageable once it was no longer necessary. This was not exactly Sapphire's area of expertise given that for this sort of thing she'd be perfectly happy with a suction seal on a gas mask but that aside she thought she had a couple of ideas. They're was a design her mother had used for a certain type of bullet casing when she was little that might be adaptable. "Give me a moment, I'll take a look in the scrap room." Sapphire pushed her schematic into her binder before getting up, crossing the room and entering what could easily be described as the land of lost toys. The scrap room had warehouse like shelves from floor to ceiling and each of them was packed with a vast array of unfinished or defective inventions and raw materials. Sapphire had half an idea what she was looking for. Ten years ago, give or take in order to prevent dust from going off inside bullet casings the insides were coated with a polymer resin that would seal the dust in the round completely isolating it from the outside environment, the resin only maintained its integrity while an electric current was run through it, the moment the bullet was fired, that current stopped, the resin became inert and the dust active. Sapphire reasoned that this resin could be applied to the outside of Gren's mask, when an electric current was run through it the resin would instantly bond to the face of the wearer and once it was disabled the mask would easily release. Sapphire wasn't altogether sure what the effects of the resin would be on human or faunus skin but she could assume their would be some sort of mild rash. The resin had been retired in recent years in favor of more practical cost effective alternatives but Sapphire thought if she could find some very old shell casings somewhere in this mess they should still operate under the same principles. It was another ten minutes before Sapphire located an old almost archaic weapon. In fact it didn't look dissimilar from something her father might have used in the years preceding her mother's death. Most of the components had been stripped likely for other projects but it looked like the firing chamber was still intact. She opened it up and was pleased to find four rounds inside. A closer inspection revealed the that dust had also been removed from them but it looked like the resin was still intact. She scooped them up and navigated her way out of the scrap room. She picked up her stuff from her former desk and sat down next to Gren. Sapphire set the bullets down in front of him. "Inside these you'll find a synthetic polymer resin that should create a hermetic seal when you run a low level electric current through it. Melt the metal down, the resin will separate, apply it to your mask, and rig up a battery, turn the current on and the mask should bond to the face of the wearer, turn it off the mask will come free. Simple enough." If he was testing it on Shiro she supposed he'd find out about any side effects the resin had on faunus skin. She didn't think it would be anything serious thought the thought of Shiro with a giant red ring around his nose and mouth was mildly amusing. Sapphire hadn't given much thought to her own invention though as she'd searched the scrap room an idea had occurred to her. During her match with Napoli this morning, which she'd lost based on a simple technicality, it was clear that she could used increased visibility. The trick she'd pulled with the ice and fire rounds to make steam would have been much smarter had her own sight been unimpaired. A set of lenses that could filter out interferences such as darkness, steam, bright light, sand and snow storms would be more than useful. "I was considering creating a pair of lenses that could filter out certain agents that impair visibility. Got any ideas?"</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid Nodding his head Gren let Sapphire head to the scrap room to get whatever she needs to help him. But once she was out of sight Gren quickly opened up her binder and took out the schematic she was working on. He didn't have time to actually read through it, so he simply took a picture as he was looking at it, putting it away before Sapphire returned. He'd look at these later, maybe surprise Sapphire with it. When Sapphire returned she brought some outdated bullets and almost immediately it clicked. Sapphire basically told him what he just realized and he quietly berated himself for not thinking about it. Granted, he wasn't going to use Sapphire method. Instead, using this resin, he could melt it down into a sort of adhesive compound, which if he uses with a careful layering of corn silk on a rubber hosing he could make himself not just a decent hermatic seal, but multiple ones. Still, if Sapphire hadn't brought the resin to his attention Gren would have likely sat stumped for the next few days. Taking the resin Gren went to isolate the metal from the mixture. After a few close class and some smoking, Gren came back with the complete prototype. "Here we go! The Rebreather! Now I just need to find Shiro and see if he has some time to test this out for me." But before he could leave to find his fauna friend Sapphire wanted Gren's thoughts for a set of eye wear to increase visibility. A few questions came to mind, but he guessed that Sapphire was referring to obstructive mists like the one she had to deal with during her battle against Napoli. "I have some ideas. As a faunas darkness is never a problem for me, though I can't say the same for most humans. But you're thinking more along the lines of smoke or mist, yeah? For something like that, what you need isn't something that removes the obstacle, but a means of perception unaffected by obstacles. I've actually be looking into creating something that would allow me to pick up aura levels in others, regardless of their location or cover. It'll even work on Grimm by picking up their negative or non-existent levels. Of course most of this is software stuff; I planned to program it into my helmet. Still, I guess I'd need some hardware to adapt such a system. Let me see..." Gren went back to his desk and got his books, looking through for his journal. He had multiple journals, though this was mostly because he doodled or loses most of them, so he gets new ones and continues were he left off. Eventually he came back to Sapphire and hand a spiral bound binder, opening it to a page. "This is my guide to creating a pair of night-vision goggle. It's actually able to switch it's perception, allowing you to either increase your visibility in the dark, or detect infrared signatures. I was thinking of looking into doing something similar for Aura signatures, but... Well, that might be out of the scope of this assignment. Still, this does have the step-by-step directions of how to assemble one, though I'll admit it's not an original. I have this because I was hoping to improve on the design, you know, make it less bulky. Or cheaper. Most of the stuff I have, though obviously they're not things that you could just find around the house. Shouldn't be a problem here though." Not wanting Sapphire to look at the other secrets in his binder Gren removed the sheets of paper pertaining to the goggles and offered them to her. "Is there anything else you'd like from me?"</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate - Dorm Once Abel's surprise at Shiro's unexpected entry and removal of clothes had worn off, he maintained a level of confusion about the same as Sapphire. All he could offer in response to her question was a bemused shrug. The thought flashed through his mind: without his usual armor on, shrugging proved to be a much more enjoyable feat. He made the resolve, then and there, to try and do it more often when unencumbered. "Don't know. But I doubt he would. Only two places to swim on campus, Port's probably got another Megaladeus in one and the other's a sheer drop off the airdocks." The wheels in the guardian's head began to turn. Where and why exactly would a cat faunus go swimming? On the edge of his mind, the semblance of an idea took place, but try as he might he could not recall the details. "Must have lost something before traveling recently," he decided at last. "Don't know what though." A dubious glance shot Sapphire's way. "You goin' to Gren's party thing? Also, I had no idea you were in here. Um..." On the off chance she hadn't noticed, he elected to not mention that he'd released a quiet flatus about a chapter back in his book. Hey, he'd thought he was alone. "Your power, I guess."</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - VGNB Dorms The ballpoint pen clicked shut with a resounding sense of finality. It paused against the surface of her notebook, almost frozen in the moment. Gratia looked back up, her onyx eyes once again staring at Luke Schwarz' face. She was watching him, studying the twitching of his muscles, her impassive gaze resting upon him for several long seconds. "That will be the end of this phase of the experiment then," she said, voice still as flat and emotionless as it had been before. Bringing about positive emotions in other people was far more difficult than its antithesis, and Gratia Mindaro could not care less for expending such effort on such a trivial matter. It was beneath her to bother, and the experiment itself was not so urgent that she would fucking try and cheer or amuse Schwarz just so his hair could do a loop-de-loop that defied common sense. Her results had already lived up to her expectations so far, and any further observations were not necessarily required. Good science however, would only occur if she followed up on it. And she refused to do lackluster work. That meant she would have to continue her observations of Luke Schwarz at a better time, but it wasn't as if the Mistralese girl had anything better to fucking do.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – VGNB Dorms Vega opened the door into her Dorm, when she came upon the sight of Gratia…and then two other individuals, one she did not know of, one of them with a piece of his hair standing upwards. She took a glance at the Otter Faunus, as this was Bianca replacement…respectable but common clothing to Vega tastes. Perhaps this Mistral faunus was a member of the lower class but she knew not to open up with questions and remarks like that only until they reveal who they truly were. Her anger towards Gratia when she upstanded her in an entire class had died down, she was still annoyed by her though but relaxed herself by discarding all thoughts of cheese man and Ms. Gracious upstanding her. "So what's up" as she said it to everyone in her dorm, with a calm friendly demeanor.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - BASL Dorm The day went on as the time for excitement faded temporarily. Sangue sat still on her bed, reading through a letter she received not too long ago. The Grimm Studies class eventually ended well enough for her to leave without injuries. Although she did help someone out, she came to a realization that she needed to think a bit more wisely before jumping straight into a risky situation. Perhaps listening to her comrades would get her on a very smooth road to improvement. "..." The red-haired woman carefully put the letter away as she lay on her bed, her eyes slightly shut. She ended up wearing a new sarashi because the one she had used earlier became very worn-out.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Benjamin Lloyd (BASL Dorm) Sangue read her letter, Lauren flipped her coin, and Amy was fighting her way through the daze of painkillers. The fourth bed in the room, unlike any of the others, was covered with a chaotic mass of blankets. The mass hadn't been there that morning. It had somehow grown up over the course of the day, coming into existence almost completely unnoticed when no one else had been in the room. A bottle of acetaminophen and a half-empty glass of water stood on the nightstand next to it, but otherwise, the region was completely still. BASL's captain had not been seen for an hour or two, either, but any connection that might have had to the aberrant blanket growth was unexplored. Until, of course, after Lauren's most recent coin flip effort the mass shifted. The entire mound seemed to scoot across the mattress towards the nightstand, slowly and painstakingly. A single appendage slipped its way out of the mound, reached into the nightstand drawer, and rummaged around. As soon as it had laid hand on what it wanted, apparently a small energy drink, it retreated back into the mound. All was, once again, still. Until a few minutes later when Benjamin Lloyd finally poked his head out from the cocoon and blinked slowly, surveying the room. Another blink, and the captain idly brushed a few stray groups of hair back into place. Another, and he set the empty can on his nightstand. He stared at each teammate in turn, then sat up, slowly casting off the remnants of his lair. "S'been a long day." The team captain yawned and stretched. "Whatever we do, and wherever we go, we should make sure there's food. Skipped dinner. Pharmacy might not be bad. Think Amy and I used half the painkillers in the room." "Anyone got any big ideas for the night?"</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorms "So am I free to go, or--" he cautiously began, before cutting off as the door opened behind him. This place was certainly getting crowded... Tilting his head back to look at the stranger, both eyes now uncovered by hair, he examined the arrival. It was yet another girl walking into the room, with brown hair, piercing green eyes, glasses (altogether gave off a pretty cute bookish vibe), and... Er, well... He squinted, hoping it to just be the odd angle his head was at messing with his perception, or something similar. No additional effect. Half-turning in the seat and righting his head once more, he found that the transition from position-to-position was ultimately unhelpful in making sense of what exactly he saw. Green. She's wearing... something green. All that aside, though, he still raised a hand in polite greeting, and favoring the woman with a small, friendly smile. Interrogate me "Uh, Hi there. I'm Luke, from JCML. Miss Mindaro's got me over to ask me a few questions. I take it you're the only member of Vignobility I haven't met yet?" Or was she also the subject of study, this time in regards to fashion statements as opposed to hairstyle? Instead of saying this or even allowing it to show upon his features, though, he kept quiet and respectful for the time being. No matter how weird things may have been upon first glance, he didn't even have a fraction of the story behind it. She could have lost a bet, or something, after all. That experiment theory couldn't be right, anyways, based solely upon the new arrival's demeanor. She wouldn't be acting quite so casual if that were the case. Right? He wasn't the only one who would be perturbed by the thought of the arctic young woman of VGNB conducting experiments in regards to things such as clothes or hair. He couldn't be.</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid Another new arrival in the form of Ebon showed up at the gathering. Was he here for the party or other reasons? Gren wasn't certain. When asked for what was going on Gren gave him the short. "Shiro and some others are going to dive into the lake to find some daggers. Want to help?" Gren wasn't certain if Ebon was the type to care about such things. He seemed to be fairly aloof, almost like Sapphire. He just imagined a funny situation were the two were introduced, simply stating their name, glaring at one another, and then leaving. They'd later be found hanging out in aggressive silence. His fantasies aside Gren was debating to himself if he should help as well. Without his rebreather Gren had to admit he wouldn't be able to swim for long, and there was also the matter of the fact that he swims with the grace and speed of a scuttled ship. The best he could do really was perhaps help Shiro back up the cliff if he found the daggers, but who knows how long that would take. Gren still needed to host this party. Turning to Ebon Gren clapped his hands together and bowed his head towards the other hunter. "I'd hate to have to ask you this, but could you please help my friends out? I'm afraid that I can't swim, but I want to make sure they're okay! I'll understand if you don't want to take the risk yourselves, but I'll accept your help in whatever form you can provide it." Though not quite begging yet, Gren felt like the only way he could compensate Shiro for not actively helping himself is sending as many people as he can.</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Airdocks Sapphire had expected the topic to come up at one point or another. It was sort of part of living in close proximity to other people. 'Oh where's your family from? Where'd you grow up? Do you have any siblings? How are your parents?' It wasn't exactly new to Sapphire. Though she did not recall telling Gren about the Music Box. Of course Gren seemed to be rather adept at gathering information. Perhaps he'd asking Diamond, Emerald or Oswald. In any case these were not the types of questions that she particularly wanted to be answering. "Do I look like a townie?" Sapphire asked rolling her eyes. Usually the best way to get someone to back off of pleasantry questions was to go on the offensive. No one liked to feel like they were being judged. "My family moved around a lot." She said tossing the answer off like it meant nothing. This was not exactly the truth. In actuality the Rode's had three houses that they had used regularly in Sapphire's childhood (they also had one or two vacation homes but that was besides the point). One of them was on the outskirts of Vale, separated from the community by a long road, a tall wall and imposing gates. That was were Sapphire had spent most of her life though they also had a place in Atlas and Mistral. It wasn't often that hunters from other Kingdoms were called in to deal with a problem but when it happened Sapphire's mother and father usually ended up in the area for weeks or even months at a time. Sapphire's mother and father had bought houses in the other two kingdoms the ensure that they could keep there family close to them. They didn't have a house in Vacuo because on the rare occasion that they were called out to that remote location they didn't want to subject there children to that kind of harsh environment. It was also the reason that her brother Oliver had run to Vacuo. Janus didn't have as many connections there. "What about you Gren?" Sapphire asked with an air that suggested that she was only mildly interested in the answer. "What are your parents like?" That was another way to deflect. It usually ended in one of two ways, if the person had a happy homelife they would be glad to talk about where they came from and forget about any questions related to her past and if they didn't then they dropped there own questions feeling that if they got answers they would be obligated to speak on there childhood. Into the Lake What Shiro, Oswald, Napoli, and Robert didn't realize was that the lake was much less calm than it appeared. On the surface of course it was smooth as glass but the lake at the foot of the Beacon cliffs was actually quite turbulent. On the surface it was calm but there further down you went the rougher the waters became. Tossing you this way and that, the currents were merciless. Not only that but there was something else in the lake with them. Something dangerous. Something that wanted them gone from it's home as quickly as possible. It didn't care if they made it back in one piece. Right now however that threat was not apparent. What Shiro saw at the bottom of the late was something sparkly, metal catching the light. What he couldn't tell from this distance was that there was far too much of it to simply be Sapphire's daggers. Once he got closer he would realize that he was looking at a pile of junk, all of it made of metal. Jewelry, engine parts, lost weapons, even some pots and pans. All of the metal that had fallen from the Beacon cliffs resided on the bottom of the late in that particular spot. For the right person it was a pile of treasure. To most everyone else it was more likely just junk. The majority of it was rusting over, except for some of the higher quality jewelry and the weapons which were made of a material designed not to rust in water. What Shiro couldn't see from this distance was that that pile rested at the mouth of a cave which was almost pitch black inside. Not only that but something rested inside the cave. Something that liked its pile of metal undisturbed. Something that wasn't going to take kindly to a thief.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – VGNB Dorms Bianca, it was a shame she had to go back home as soon as they quickly arrived to Beacon. "Pretty much what Gratia said, family stuff." It seemed though Luke was itching to get out of here, perhaps Gratia questions have been nerving on him too much. Well, it was none of her business…but perhaps he would like to go to a party with her? "If Gratia done questioning you, do you want to go to a party with me?" She then looked Beryl. "Maybe you to if you want to" taking a look at Beryl. Sarina Tala Dei – JSSC – Academy Gardens For the evening, Ms. Serene had just been unwinding from her fight against the Ogdoad with Clair. Too bad she had to leave on short notice, and she has just begun to like her. She was Sitting casually on a bench, listening to music on her headphones until she got a vibration from her scroll. She took out her scroll and opened up the message. >Sender: Glynda Goodwitch >Receiver: Senior Students >Body:Good afternoon, students. I am sending you this message for the purpose of an open request: Team CPLT has not appeared in any of its classes today, and aren't in their dorm either. Airship dock surveillance indicates that they've not left that way -be advised, some freshmen are leaping from the airship to the lake below, and may require adult supervision- and team IFRA's patrol in the Emerald Forest hasn't found them either. If you are available, please try and locate CPLT as a favor to the Beacon staff. The possible locations they could be are: Combat Arena, Aura Control Room, Gym, Pool, Roof, Survival Building, Practice Area CPLT, they have been always a weird, disturbed bunch. The thought of Paron, the bastard that tricked her into thrashing her office, putting the blame on her, was trivial to her though she could care less about him despite Goodwitch wanting Sarina to try to look after him when he was so aloof. Being the second eye for Goodwitch though, she had great deal of responsibility despite being a Havener, studying here before she returns home. So thus, she stood up from her bench and set off…until getting a message again, this time as she looked, from Sterling. >Was headed 2 the firing range, I'll look for CPLT while I'm there. U guys gonna help out? So, Sarina typed out a message. >Sender: Sarina Tala Dei >Receiver: JSSC >Body: Yes, as Goodwitch assistant, affairs like this are also important to me. I am going to the roof first by staircase. And thus Sarina finally set off for the rooftop.</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid From Sapphire's short responds Gren could guess she didn't like talking about her family. She quickly tried to turn the question back onto him, but Gren wasn't about to let her pull a fast one. "Not nearly as difficult as yours. I have no... Legacy to uphold, unlike you. It's an important name I'd imagine." Gren chuckled coldly. Unrelentingly Gren continued to talk about Sapphire family. "Well, I suppose with a family like that you wouldn't want anyone involved. But is that what you really want, Rode? Family day isn't too far off. I figured someone like you would be rather pressured by the sort of weight your name carries. As our leader, I don't like the idea that you wont' be able to handle that responsibility, given the weight on your shoulders. And..." Gren thought long and hard about what he was going to say next. There was a certain amount of conflict within himself, as if he was about to say a lie that he wants to be true. "As a friend, I'm worried about you. I can't say I know how you're feeling, if you feel anything at all. Maybe you're used to the pressure. Maybe you're freaking out in your head. But listen, Sapphire: I want to help. Of course I know you don't trust me. There are plenty of reasons why you shouldn't, and my recent actions haven't done anything to endear me to you. Which is why I'm glad you're here." Gren turned back around and smiled at Sapphire. "Tonight we'll get to relax. We need to talk, but that sort of serious stuff can come later. As it stands you're just my leader, and I'm just a tool for you. I want to change that. Also, to answer your question: instead of talking about my folks, I'm hoping I can introduce them to you. There's so much I could say about them, but I think it'll be best if I just show you how they're like. Warts and all." Soon a message popped into Gren's head. Shiro wanted to know if there was a rescue crew coming after him, so he shout a message back. Another message arrived, this time by Delta. Apparently he just woke up and hopefully Grane would be arriving soon as well. "I'm sure you want to know what I'm really like. Hopefully I'll get to show you."</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Delta Snow Delta Snow - Airship Docks Delta's blank gaze scanned over those present. He knew a few, or could vaguely recall a vowel of their names from conversations he unconsciously overheard. He could already feel an agitated aura emanating from one certain individual with cerulean locks. If memory served him right, which it usually did, her name was Sapphire. It didn't take an einstein to piece two and two together concerning the correlation between her hair color and her name, but he wasn't one to criticize names, considering his own. At least, the daggers only but a breath away from another student's neck were giving off an aggressive vibe. Then Gren managed to step in just in the nick of time before they had a death on their hands, Grane ended up arriving at the wrong time, shortly followed by a person he recognized from lunch, and all the while this was happening, Delta and Cobalt were merely watching. The two quickly exchanged glances, waiting in expectation for how the scene would pan out. "Hey, Delta, got any leftover popcorn?" The familiar asked from the pouch with Delta's scroll grasped between its stubby ligaments, recording the whole entire duboccal with a mischievous grin. It was then did Eve's mouth completely drop at the sight of the conflict growing, and just as quickly becoming extinguished. In a series of deft motions, Ebon was suddenly left suspended in the air, as if he was momentarily given the ability to defy the laws of gravity. And just like that, a student he hadn't even known the name of plummeted out of sight. It took Delta a few moments to process the events that transpired before his very eyes. His vision of a scholastic institution, albeit in this case a combat oriented one, was a place where peers didn't exactly fling each other off the side of a cliff. He glanced down at Eve, who returned the same gaze of awe, and silently gulped in minute fear. "I guess dad was right… women are scary." The silver-haired boy then found himself shifting in minute increments behind Grane. Kinda ironic how he was seeking refuge behind a closet drunk. But then his posture eased at the mechanical shield gravitating near the cliff's edge, chances are, the student didn't fully go for a dive. But what was he doing behind there? "Eve. Getting any-" The familiar jumped onto his shoulder without any preceding cue. Its irises were suddenly rimmed with a golden hue, fluently circulating within the eyes. "Yeah. Heat readings. You may not be able to hear him from this distance, but looks like they're not done with their little… dispute." Delta nodded in agreement, locking onto the two students involved. Did they not know where they were? A firefight then began to ensue, leaving a bit of the cliff to give way due to the oncoming fire. After a bit of gunplay, Sapphire took a quick retreat beside Gren. The boy was in the midst of opening his lips when Eve lept into action. The familiar dropped to the ground and paced its way over, taking a stand between the girl and shield. "Oi, oi! Don't you know where you both are right now?! Do you seriously want to do something that'll detriment both the docks and Gren's party? Calm down!" The squeaky voice didn't really seem all that intimidating, so it wasn't a surefire chance that they would listen. But Eve could at least try to stop the whole situation before it devolved beyond repair. Delta sighed and walked over, slightly shaking his head at Sapphire. "Save this for another time." The boy kept one strap of his hat tightly wrapped around his finger, he glanced at the earth's condition under the shield. The cliff probably wasn't going to hold for much longer, so hopefully the student behind could get a chance to relocate.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Sepia Russet - Airdocks "This is no way to behave." Sepia thought, uncharacteristically sullen. "From my own teammate too. The girl looks like one who has a near permanent attitude problem, but I would have thought Ebon would try to diffuse the situation. I guess I just don't really know anyone here." She'd overheard the conversation that had started this mess, though. Something about trusting people, the difference between friends and allies, and family names. The last one stuck out to her. "I wonder what inherited pressure is like. I guess I could have found out myself, but that would mean..." She reached up and touched her faunus ears, then swished her tail out in front of herself thoughtfully. "Bad for business, they say. I understand, but I won't take that risk in hiding them." Her dog ears flicked as she thought about Shiro's message and she couldn't help but laugh. "He isn't even here." Clearing her throat to make her presence known, Sepia spoke quietly. "I have to agree. Whatever's going on here is between you and whoever your dispute is with. It's probably no one else's business, but it seems like you're trying to make it that way."</s> <\|message\|>Napoli Fiordilatte Napoli Fiordilatte - (Wait, Grimm Studies had a Purpose? Time to Help Shiro) Swimming around in cold water to help out a Faunus you really only met five minutes ago. Well, it appeared Napoli could check that off his bucket list. That said, it was rather easy to lose sight of someone that decided the best plan of attack was to go underwater the whole time. Thus Napoli found himself swimming in merely the vague direction he had last seen Shiro resurface. That's when a few interesting events occurred. First off, some weird drones decided to fly around and engage their own little agenda. People at this school have funnels? And here I thought Gratia was the one with all the hax. Then something roared and a weapons locker sinned and fell from heaven. Then again, with how freaky this school had been, perhaps that was just a typical Monday. Nevertheless a large grin spread across the Sniper's face as he realized it was time for a practical application of his school studies. Adjusting his route towards the newly ascertained direction of his class fellow, Napoli propelled himself forward. Reaching the approximate location rather quickly. With a quick dive underwater, Napoli was able to make out the blurred image of Shiro and what appeared to be a frog? God damnit Kermit, you didn't have to start binge eating after the breakup. Well whatever, the bigger area would just make a shot easier. Leaving his head slightly submerged in order to still see the Grimm, Napoli popped one hand out and fired a series of bullets up in the air before curving them in the direction of the Grimm. It was the same basic water displacement technique he'd employed earlier in the day. Although being in the water this time was new.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Lakebed He had every intention to fight the Grimm head on alone. He was fully prepared to take a nasty first hit. He realized what a bad situation this was and knew he had no real plan on getting out of it unharmed. Just as he was about to launch himself at the frog-face, a hand grabbed his arm and broke him out of his tunnel-vision focus. Turning his head, his eyes met with the 'other sword-and-board' user. Shiro really was bad with names. The guy pointed with his other hand towards the surface and for a moment, Shiro didn't quite understand. Thinking he maybe meant for Shiro to give up and head back, he shook his head and pointed at the pile of loot. He wasn't about to abandon Sapphire's daggers when they were so close to being recovered. Shooting the guy an angry look, it wasn't until he noticed the displaced trail of what looked like bullets whizzing through the water towards the Amphibian Grimm that Shiro reconsidered taking the guy's advice and resurfacing. Gren did say that they were here to help. Maybe they had some sort of plan? At the very least, once Shiro surfaces he can use his Semblance to give them a better fighting edge. "Agh! No, I should reserve that for emergencies instead of using it every chance I get!" He didn't know what to do. He really needed to work on that 'planning' thing more. Shiro exhaled another bunch of bubbles out of exasperation. "Fine! I'll bite!" Shiro turned back to face the black-haired guy and nodded once, jabbing a thumb upwards towards the surface. Looking at the Grimm and to the pile of loot, he didn't feel good about abandoning it. But, he knew where it was. He could easily return to it. Kicking off of the lakebed and exhaling continuously as he rose through the waters, Shiro made his way back topside. Unsure of himself and how to proceed once he made his way back down to face that Grimm.</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid "That's enough." When Sapphire fired her shot at Ebon, Gren jumped forward towards Ebon. But not to attack but, but to save him. Namely by grabbing Ebon by The Kingdom and hurling him away from the cliff. Gren would have had a hard time maintaining his footing if he didn't use his own semblance to keep steady even on the slowly degrading dirt beneath him. "Sapphire, I'm sorry for what I said to you. I shouldn't have talked about it. But you need to control your impulses if attacking someone is how you show distress. And you Ebon, are an ass. I invited you to this party because I figured you could use some friends. And while I still need to earn that title, Sapphire is my friend. If you have something to say about her, you can bring it up with me. And if you keep talking shit about Shiro, I'm going to drown you in the lake." Gren took out the God Eater and used it to gun down Ebon's R-types, in case he thought about using them to continue to shoot at Sapphire. Gren then aimed the God Eater at Ebon, ready to gun him down if he tries to fight back or use anymore R-Types. "Look at yourself Ebon. Is this what you want? You're alone here. Not even your teammate is going to back you up. Now I'm not saying you can't come with us to the party. But I want you to leave your weapon behind, and leave Sapphire alone." Gren looked at Ebon with cold but caring eyes, as if he was about to pull the plug to his comatose family member. His finger was on The God Eater's trigger, and from the fact it's in the Destruction Form, Gren is either going to riddle him with bullets or light Ebon on fire.</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Benjamin Lloyd (BASL Dorms) Ben tossed Amy the only set of clothes that were within his reach, given their relative proximity, but he wasn't paying much attention. Another Ibuprofen went down the hatch with a swallow of energy drink before the bottle went the same way as Amy's clothes. In times of scarce painkiller supplies, all shared. And man were supplies scarce, after the day they'd had. Amy's migraine, Ben and Lauren's mutual knockout in Combat Training... Sangue was the only one not currently suffering from one source of pain or another, and it was hard to say who had it worst. Ben's money was on Amy. At least the rest of them had already passed the source of their pain. Amy's was a constant, never-ending noise. Still, Ben didn't waste much time thinking about it. More important things to be done, he reminded himself as he pulled his shoes back on. He hadn't bothered to ditch the rest of his uniform, so he was pretty much set to go. Though there was one thing he needed to do... He grabbed Artorius and Lawnslot from their place next to his nightstand, and in a few deft moves, popped both of them open to remove two small cylinders. One of which he tossed to Lauren, the other he pocketed. "If you could carry that around while we're out, Lauren, that's be great. Mission soon, and I'm never going to be at 100% if it's leeching off of me constantly. I can take the other one." Without waiting for a response, he pushed himself off of his bed and clapped his hands. "Anyway. Bastille, let's get going!"</s> <\|message\|>Sterling Johnson Sterling Johnson -- Firing Range "Sorry, kid, it's strictly senior business only. I'd have to kill you after I told you." he growled, affecting a stern face as his eyebrows attempted to merge into one, scrunched up, severe-looking entity, spreading across the entirety of his brow. A facade that lasted all of a half-second, as his easy snicker-into-chuckle followed, and mischief exposed itself and took a bow. "Naaah. CPLT's been missing the whole day, so Goodwitch sent out a notice to all the seniors asking for help on our Scrolls. Speaking of which..." he explained, whipping out his vibrating scroll even as the rapid fft fft ftts of his ball bearings sailing downrange brought forth a symphony of shattering glass. >Sender: Jorie Ngo >Receiver: JESS >Body: Sorry, no luck at the pool. However, has anyone noticed the new name for the team? Team JESS? I'm kind of confused about this change... Can we go to back to the dorm to figure this out? Huh. That was weird. Thoughtfully frowning, he typed out a response. >Sender: Sterling Johnson >Receiver: JESS >Body: Huh >last time that happened it meant a new teammate so I guess that's it >anyways Practice Area came up dry too, nobody been around for at least 2 and a half hours. I'll head back "Well," he slid the phone into his pocket. "Thanks for the help, kiddo. Gotta bounce!" he called, recalling all his floating ball bearings and beginning to walk towards the door. "And keep it up! For a first-year, you're a hell of a shot." --- Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorm ... "So, to the pool, right?" he asked, looking to Beryl. If the experiment was truly done, there was no sense in keeping her waiting.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Felicia - Gym - "Nnnnnnnnnghhhh..." Emerald had blacked in and out of consciousness a few times since the rather spectacular end to her and Krysthane's duel. When she gathered enough strength she managed to turn herself over onto her back, looking up at the ceiling in a daze. As awesome as her finishing move was, she was starting to wish she had one that wasn't quite so...painful. Eventually she forced her head to move so that she could look over towards where her fellow huntress in training lay, she looked to be in a similar state. It was hard to say if she was conscious or not. "Hey..." She started slowly, her ability to talk taking more work than usual. "...hey Krysthane...that was a pretty great fight...may have gotten carried away a bit at the end there..." Or a lot rather, considering the state of the gym, the floor of the gym was thankfully made of some pretty powerful stuff, though they had still made quite a mess of things. She wondered how the janitor even dealt with this sort of thing...did they even have a janitor? Emerald realised her thoughts were getting off track again and got back to the subject at hand. "I guess since both our auras went in the red it's a tie...we're about evenly matched...that's cool." Of course she had a cannon that's use almost always guaranteed a tie in a duel, but that was just a minor detail. "Hey...you awake? You're not dead are you? Because I've never killed anyone before, accident or not, and I'd really like to keep it that way if you don't mind..." Then Emerald heard something, something that sounded like a...rumbling? A gurling? Her stomach!? "I'm hungry."</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Airdocks Sapphire smiled triumphantly as she saw the edge of the cliff turn to mud and begin to destabilize all around Ebon trapping him in the mud. This quickly turned to disgust as Gren grabbed the arrogant child by the Kingdom and tossed him free of the collapsing dirt as a small chunk of the cliff went crashing into the waters below. He was wrong though. Sapphire knew she had far more violent impulses than was healthy but it was far from the way she relieved her distress. She'd attacked Ebon because, for lack of a better way to describe it, he gave off an unnerving air. Something about the way he had been staring at her had caused the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end. She'd approached him with weapons drawn and the feeling had vanished almost instantly. Sapphire felt certain the feeling came from him though no reason to assume so and no evidence to support herself. Just a bad feeling. The smile reappeared on Sapphire's face when Gren pointed his weapon directly into Ebon's face and berated him for his idiotic behavior. The boy cursed and stormed away from the rapidly growing group of people. She watched him depart with satisfaction until a hand touched her shoulder. For a brief moment Sapphire was tempted to lash out. To grab her weapon and slash at anyone that would touch her, anyone that would try to hurt her. Her muscles twitched towards the daggers strapped to her arms but just as quickly as it came the impulse subsided. She was at Beacon, she was safe, no one here wanted to add to her many scars, some of which just peaked out of the tank top she had on. It was just Abel. Nonetheless Sapphire didn't like people touching her. She shrugged his hand off her body. "Don't touch me." she said her voice a harsh whisper as sharp as a knife and filled with venom. Mentally she reminded herself to have an insulated coat ordered. The thought of Abel's electric semblance was one of the only things that had kept her from stabbing him when he'd surprised her. Sapphire looked at all the people standing around with worry and concern etched into there faces. Her eyes darted to the people that had attempted to intervene "You're right Sepia... this is none of your business, and you" she said turning to Delta "Keep your Brownie on a leash." Sapphire sheathed her weapons and pushed her hair out of her eyes. "Gren, I appreciate your high handed attempt to defend my honor or my person or whatever the hell that was but I don't need anyone to finish my battles for me. That was my fight and I had it handled." She glanced around at everyone who were all deathly silent. "Weren't we planning on having a night on the town?" she said looking at everyone's faces. "Or is that off the table now?"</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren sighed as Ebon left. While he was okay with him leaving, this wasn't exactly how Gren wanted to start their little shindig. "Oh well. Shit happens." Sapphire continued to be a problem however, shooting venomous remarks to everyone present. Now this was getting tiresome, and now Gren was going to have to drop the hammer. "The party is still on, Rode. But if you're going to act like that, you're not much better than Ebon. We're going to head into the city to have fun and get to know one another. If you're going to keep acting like a paranoid bitch, then maybe this isn't for you." Gren sheathed his weapon and walked away from Sapphire to meet up with the others. His disposition changed from mildly disappointed to happy once he met with the others. "Had a bit of an issue with some personalities, but that's dealt with now. Let's get going before the teachers get on our case, eh?" An airship arrived, which was heading towards the city. "File in everyone! First place we're going to hit up is the Blue Moon Market. There's lots of things there to check out, and for you thugs something to wet your tongue." Gren shouted out to everyone as he stepped onto the airship.</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Armory Shiro laughed when Gren made his little 'Emerald' joke, shaking his head as he pulled out his Scroll and expanded it to tablet form. Walking over to a free area clear from the other students, the faunus boy pulled out a chair for Sangue to sit at. Patting at its seat cushion as he walked around looking for a measuring tool. "Have a seat, right there. I'll be with you in just a second. I'm on the measurements and weight, Gren." Then he found it, a simple tape measure. With a smile, Shiro snatched it. "Good." He thought. Walking over to the seated Sangue, Shiro immediately started his measurements. Gently wrapping the measuring tape every which way to get rough estimates of various things. Such as the length of each of her fingers, the diameter of her palm, length from wrist to elbow, from elbow to shoulder, circumferences and other such things. Being more careful this time to not be as...'rough' with his friend. Recording the measurements on his Scroll as he worked, he frowned as his ears twitched. Realizing a few problems they may run into. "Oi, Gren. While we work, do you have any idea so far as to what we should do for power and counterbalance? Because no matter how I forge or machine it, it's still going to be heavier on that side and as far as I know she doesn't run off of electricity. While we're at it, do you know if we have a CAD program or maybe six-axis CNC machine?" Smiling as he focused on his work, Shiro then spoke to Sangue. "So, while we take care of the basics. Do you have any special features, functions, or ideas in mind for your new arm?" Cypher, @NarayanK</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Shiro took more measurements as they settled down at the armory. Staring at the motions of his hands, the woman watched as if she would never be able to understand what Shiro and Gren could do when it came down to technology. After all, it was her first time hearing what a "CAD program" was. Did it stand for "Cool Armored Device?" She remembered the children back at the orphanage she visited describing gadgets to be particularly fascinating. They had shown both concern and fascination at the chains connecting between her claw and the metal shoulder pauldron that came with it. When Gren informed her that they needed to take her measurements, the red snake nodded softly. As he took her measurements, Shiro asked if Sangue wanted anything specific for her arm. At first, she had little to no thoughts on such a thing. The more she thought about it, however, the more she realized how much she had relied on her Claw for most of her life. That, and her blade, which she carried by her own flesh and bone. So it was not a surprise for her to seem attached to the Claw, as outdated as it seemed. "…" Glancing at the claw, which remained retracted as closely to her shoulder as possible, the swordswoman spoke softly, loud enough for Shiro to hear. "I'd… like… to have… a Claw… in the arm…" She wondered if it was too much. After all, she had little to no idea as to how the construction of contraptions worked, especially when there were so many ways to make them. "If… I could use it slowly… or quickly, in any given… situation… it could help," she suggested. And her creativity ended right there. What she wanted was pretty simple: an upgrade that still retained her Claw, even if it meant building some entirely new device for her to wield. Flexibility was key for her fighting style, so she wanted to stick close to the weapons she had grown used to. All she hoped for was her not being rude to the two without knowing them. They were, after all, helping her with something she could potentially be stuck with for a repetitively long amount of time if she decided to try figuring things out on her own. @Lucius Cypher</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid Armory Serious Business Pondering Shiro's words, Gren spoke out. "A CAD, yeah. I use one for myse- My stuff. CNC machine, no. Looks like we're going to have to do it like barbarians. " Gren took out some tools for him and Shiro to use to carve, shape, and form the bulk pieces, as well as more fine tools to deal with more intricate details. Fortunately at least they weren't working with just hammers and chisels, as Gren soon rolled out things like a torches(plasma, acetylene, soldering irons), water cutters, mills, grinders, and more. Still crude however, and most of the work that would normally be left to machines would how have to be done by hand. But that's just business as usual for Gren. "Now I'll be right back. Gotta get that scanner." Gren didn't imagine that the scanner was going to be easy to take, assuming it could be removed at all. He knew there were some pretty advanced ones that were about as big as a microwave, but the few he's seen tends to be as big as a vending machine. So when Gren went to look for it, sure enough it was a large machine. While not vending machine sized, it was built into a desk, so the idea of stealing it was out of the question. Fortunately it didn't seem like there were any locks or covers preventing him from accessing it. When he turned it on however, there was a logon screen and it was password protected. "Of course. Hmm…" If Gren had the time, he would have done this the proper way and planted a bug on the machine that would allow him access once the bug manages to upload its data onto the computer. But Gren didn't have that time, or the bug on him. He could always just use a brute force method; upload a little program into the computer and just run passwords and usernames until he gets the right combo, and without tripping any potential alarms for multiple failed logins. Only issue with that was that he'll need to still open up the machine and plug in, which was not discrete in the slightest. Gren figured that this wasn't worth the trouble of stealing/breaking into and just decided to go ask a teacher. Fortunately, Gren and the others are allowed to use it. It was going to be a bit hard to move it to where Shiro and Sangue were at, but with some positioning and a liberal use of the various holes Gren made a while ago, he was able to bring the the scanner over to them. Hooking it up to a power outlet, putting in the username and password, and finally getting it started up, and it was ready for scanning. However there was one thing that Shiro had also mentioned which had been on Gren's mind since yesterday: the power source. "Hmm. Good question. Iron and steel is too heavy. Aluminum, maybe, especially if we reinforce it with titanite. But it'll be inevitable that it'll feel heavy for Sangue. Even with that chain claw of hers, the new arm will at least feel heavier with all the new weight on her shoulders. Not to mention that this won't be as simple as sticking a prosthetic on her stump. If this arm is going to be any good, we'll have to reinforce her entire upper right shoulder and her ribs, possibly even… Uh." Gren stopped talking and thought more about it. Granted, there were ways they could just graft the arm onto Sangue's stump, with proper equipment and preparation. That wasn't the issue. The issue was that Gren didn't know how to do it; he's so used to operating on his own body, which has been made to be modular enough that he could do things like replace arms or other limbs if they're sufficiently damaged. But Sangue wasn't a cyborg (As far as Gren knows), so that option wouldn't work with her. There was a way though. Gren was hesitant to reveal it. Gren has made some bad decisions in the past that he'd rather not remember. But looking at Shiro and Sangue, Gren sighed. "But I can't forget either... Alright. Firstly, making the arm would be… Easy, I guess you could say. It will be heavier even if we use the lightest materials, and we aren't. I want to make sure this arm can at least take a good hit, now we need to make sure it'll still work like your old claw. We have the materials here to make a prototype for you to get accustomed to, though a proper arm will need that Titanite. Me and Shiro can get that. As for the power source, it's… To put it in simple terms, it's powered by fat. Calories to be specific. Cuz you know, it'll use up a lot of energy. Now for the hard part…" This was the part that Sangue needed to make a decision on, because getting a robot limb wasn't just a small price to pay. At least not for Gren. "Lastly, it will require an operation. Simply attaching an arm to your stump isn't going to be easy. There are… Things that need to be done. It'll be almost like a real arm; you'll be able to hold things in your hand, write, eat, fond- Er, stuff. But you'll need to be operated on. There are two ways we could do it. The first is the simplest and easiest, which is that you'll get a cybernetic stub where your claw is right now. It'll be the fastest way, but your arm won't be as fast, and if you move too harshly your arm might fall off. The other is much more intense. We'll have to reinforce your entire right shoulder, some of your ribs, and maybe your neck too. This way your arm would feel more natural and it won't go flying off if you throw it too hard. But… Well, you'll have to be cut open." Gren didn't want this fun little project to take such a dramatic turn, but a bit of seriousness was needed. More so since, unbeknownst to Sangue and Shiro, Gren would be digging up some old memories. Specifically, he was going to contact the very same person who made Gren the way he was now. She is the only one Gren knows, and trusts, to do an operation like this.</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Bianca Nuit Grimm Chances of Survival Haven @Plank Sinatra @Crimmy @NarayanK "Bianca Nuit threw a boy today at a Little Shop of Horrors looking thing!" Said one boy. "It was insane, I thought she was a shoe-in for the psych ward, but I guess not." Another replied. "Yeah I think she's just kind of weird." A third concluded. The other two boys nodded in agreement. "Nice ass though." I walked out of the Grimm Studies room leaving one boy with a sore head and the other two laughing at him uncontrollably. Straightening out my outfit I sighed. It was time to get to Stella's class. "I wonder how she's doing…" Stella 'Living her best life' Nuit was not doing well. She glared at the girl who refused to quit. The young woman had crafted a nipple from a sweet and was now performing actions that Stella dare not consider less she lose her focus. She averted eye contact harder than she ever had, even after the whole identity theft fiasco on parent's day. She simply stared ahead, sweating. "I'm sure she's fine." I landed on, deciding that worrying about her was fruitless considering I was about to see her. Making my way down to survival I had to take a short trip outside to reach the classroom. It was nice feeling the warm air engulf me, but after the work out I had just been through in Grimm Studies and the fact that sporting plumage on your back didn't really cool you, I could do without it. But as soon as I walked into the survival room I felt a gush of cool air hit me at once. To say the building had A.C. was a bit of an understatement. It was essentially a system that could replicate any climate, Stella could have had the place snowing if she had wanted to. Speaking of Stella, just to distract my sister I decided to pick a front seat, sitting down beside a girl I wasn't too familiar with and Ben's teammate 'Sangue' with the red hair one seat down I placed my pure below my chair, entwining it around my feet. Looking around, I was really impressed with how well Stella had done at making the place up. There were cupcakes, strawberry icing on top of a chocolate chip vanilla cupcake. Mom always used to make them… "Yes, Gratia I have taken over the class." Stella responded to my former teammate, immediately my head shot up. Gratia's here?!" I thought glancing all around for the girl. It had been awhile since we had talked about finding therapy over family day-weekend, but I was to present my options to her by Wednesday and she would go over them, analyze them for quality. Knowing Gratia though, it was best not to approach her until my ducks were in a row. Glancing over at the girl's beside me it took me a second before I recognized her. Wait. That can't be?? The girl from the bathroom wall? She was making deadly eye contact with someone. Slowly licking her cupcake, but... Who… Was… it? "Ahem." Stella said, clearing her throat as the rest of the class continued to pile in. She looked about as red as a… Well as Stella did when she was attracted to a girl but knows the relationship would be an illicit affair as their teacher-student relationship was strictly forbidden. It was like a kind of maroon. "We will be starting shortly, so if anyone has any questions, please feel free to ask. The exercise itself will be explained once we begin, so don't worry too much about that."</s> <\|message\|>Sand Vespa Sand slowed as she neared what she thought was the PE classroom. She produced her Scroll in one hand, ensuring that the room number above the door was the same as the one marked in her schedule, and leaned in past the frame. Her peeking revealed the training equipment she had been expecting, along with a few students already inside, but no professor. She supposed that was good. Must have meant she was not late, and she'd have some time to herself before the class started. Readjusting the strap on her duffel bag, she strode into the room, beelining towards one of the empty benches. She took her seat there, setting her bag down next to herself. Seeing as she had missed the Grimm Studies class, some of the bulk inside like the extra change of clothes she had packed would likely go unused, but that detail was hardly worth thinking about at that point. Instead, she glanced at the other students in the room, listening to the few snippets of their conversation that reached her. Seeing them together, she found herself wondering if any of her teammates was enrolled in this class. She frowned slightly. Perhaps I should have made more of an effort to learn their schedules. Sharing class could have been a good excuse to learn more about them. Or everyone could focus on their own tasks and not share a word. Hard to say without knowing how the class is taught. Sand hummed and gave the barbell behind her a searching glance, wondering if she should simply start training on her own while she waited, but quickly discarded the idea. She was not so terribly impatient that she could not wait a few minutes for their professor. Instead, she leaned forwards, resting her arms against her knees in a relaxed posture while she continued to idly eavesdrop on the other students.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN@Write Survival Armory class had come and gone in a flash, after having her little talk with Amy, Emerald was feeling a lot better. Sure, Amy wasn't ready to talk just yet, but at least she hadn't outright rejected her, right? But never mind that now, she'd see Amy after classes. Right now, she needed to focus on all these cupcakes that were apparently on everyone's seats in Survival! As Oswald spoke blasphemy and Anna punished him for it, Emerald had already stuffed an entire cupcake into her mouth. After a minute or two Emerald had scarfed the whole thing down, after a swallow Emerald pointed a finger at Oswald. "Sweets make the world go around Oswald. Don't anger the gods of sugar with your blasphemous heresy!" Emerald stood up on top of her desk. "Listen! These cupcakes will give us the energy we need to survive! That's what our good teacher is trying to tell us!" She exclaimed this rather loudly.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd @FlitterFaux "Both of 'em, actually." Ben answered, after mulling the question over a second. "I had me, Sangue, Nuit, and Skye at first. Picked up a few strays after that, but started with them." After that, though, Bastille's captain gave a long, low whistle. As hectic as his weekend had been, Luke's had been even more hectic. Somehow. He had to wonder sometimes if they didn't just attract it. If somehow they didn't just draw the insanity around them towards themselves, given all of the bizarre occurrences they had to deal with. Even at a place like Beacon it really did seem like they were magnets for extra crazy. Though, honestly, he wouldn't have it any other way. It'd be too dull. So the blacksmith clapped his friend on the back and flashed him a grin. "Look at it this way, man, life has to heap the crazy on us. It's the price for us just being so goddamn handsome. A terrible burden, but one we can bear." Ben's grin widened a little. "We gotta find some time to hang out. You can tell me about this Atlesian lunatic that followed you home, I've only heard the legends." He turned the smile on Skye as the girl approached, and pulled a chair a little closer so she could still talk once she'd taken a seat. The hand not resting on Luke's shoulder gave her a friendly wave. "Hey, Skye, good to see you. Glad everything turned out alright with the Dionaea, that got a little hectic."</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid Survival Class Mucking About in Survival Class Armory Class went by quickly. After Sapphire had come in to inform him and Oswald of her leave, Gren just sort of went into autopilot mode. It was sort of a final nail into the coffin; his team was truly gone now. Surely the administration would assign him a new one but… He was alone. He wasn't sure how to feel about it so the best bet was to just let himself be lost in his work. He finished his project for Oswald, only needing that barrier generator comparable to the coliseum. Gren's essay was lengthy and technical but also filled with needless fluff and jargon just to pad out the length and make it seem more impressive. The only real details anyone could discern from it, once they remove the useless bits of information, was that Gren worked on a sword for Oswald. No further information was given beyond that. The next class he had was Survival. It was both practical and entertaining, a sort of quasi camping except with real dangers. Gren had to remember that no matter how pleasant it may seem, things could always take a turn for the worse. Grimm could attack, a natural disaster may strike, or the teachers may even assign them a lengthy essay to write instead of doing all of the fun stuff. He had to be on his toes and ready for any situation. And the most dangerous of them… Free Cupcakes. Gren took a seat and noticed the cupcake just sitting in front of him. In front of everyone really. If Gren had to guess it was for them, but perhaps there was a test? See if this was poisoned? Perhaps a metaphorical one, like not accepting gifts that look too good? Or maybe the teacher just wanted to treat them to snacks? Either way Gren took the cupcake and ate it. He was a robot, he'll be fine. And it turned out to be a damn good cupcake. "I should have probably scanned it to see how it was made. This is delicious." He said quietly to himself. Gren then just watched with mild amusement at how the others reacted to the cupcakes. Most with apathy, some with paranoia, and some with heated passion to answer the paranoia. It made the green faunas chuckle. The end result was largely the same; everyone ate a cupcake. He wondered if they were expected to make their own cupcakes in the wild. Certainly a more difficult task than say, surviving a week against a horde of grimm. Sugar wasn't exactly something you could just find in a forest, as far as Gren knew.</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Practice After taking a deep breath, Sangue glanced at the course. On paper, Practice fit her rather well. It had much less to do with coordination and much more with her individual capabilities, unlike the other classes she took. What many others commonly misunderstood about her was that she had a somewhat impulsive nature, which was partially related to Apophis raising her and her experience when she was alone. That impulsive nature focused solely on herself- it was a selfish thing. It briefly surfaced back when she didn't take Ben's advice while facing the Megaladeus in class, and she continued to try fixing it. She figured that if she wanted to get over her trait of rushing things whenever she got nervous, she needed to be more confident first. And Sangue was more confident with others if she felt less like a liability. If there was one thing BASL had taught her that Apophis hadn't, it was that a group can be its own individual entity- and she had to be a part of it to make it complete and not hold it back. Her expression grew rigid as her feet carried her. It wasn't wrong of her to acknowledge that she moved faster than a good portion of the students, considering her stamina and speed in themselves were disproportionately superior to her strength. But she wasn't the strongest- and keeping the bar of rectifying that was going to drive her to keep herself in check. --- Dust Apps Yun quickly (and quietly) slammed her notebook shut when the professor started her lecture, a small smile on her face while leaving no traces of recognition to her doodles. For the most part, Yun paid attention to her professor's words, though she would've laughed a bit at something she noticed during the lecture had it not been for the fact that she was in class. Her proper attention returned when the professor explained how the ice and fire Dust mixture worked exactly. There seemed to be plenty of other people interested in volunteering, and she felt like watching would help her. She wasn't too acquainted with Dust use yet, after all. Still, it didn't hurt to raise her hand, so she did just that. --- Hana Dulcet Senior Aura Control Hana glared at Taidan for a brief moment, almost commenting on the nickname he gave the freshmen, but she barely succeeded in holding back. No, exploding for trivial reasons was unbefitting for a leader. She needed to keep her cool and understand her teammates a little better. Perhaps there was a very good reason as to why they were the way they were. Perhaps they had to do what they had to do, otherwise they wouldn't do what they normally do. Right? Right! The pencil in Hana's hand scrunched up as she took a short breath, her smile faker than the statement, "no lawyer went to Hell." She was only holding back because he was her team mate. Yes. And also his face was at the opposite end of "punchable." Hmph! --- Hana listened to the professor attentively. Professor Iderson seemed to fully understand that scribbling on a paper about Aura was less likely to save someone than actually understanding it. Hana didn't have any doubts about that, and in fact, was rather hopeful to get some good things out of the class. Considering she had to get close and personal to push her potential to its furthest without burning out her Aura, Aura Control was by far one of the most important concepts she had to take advantage of. She softly shook her head as the professor asked if anyone had questions, though her eyes did glaze around the classroom- mostly at her teammates in particular. She still kept most of her attention on the professor.</s> <\|message\|>Selena Cecilia Selena turned her head towards a familiar blond boy. He was the guy who shot her down during the rugby game last time. she didn't hold any grudge of course; it was a good play and it made Selena figure out she needed to step up her game. For some reason the guy was really formal. She guessed that he must've had a military family or something, they're usually like this. She just chuckled and raised her hand up towards him. "No need to be so stiff man. Selena's fine. So you must be part of my team huh? I'll admit I don't quite remember who I was with, so it's nice to meet ya." She also waved at the faunas girl, Iona. Selena gave her a friendly smile and extended her hand. "So you're part of my team too? Cool, cool. Hope we work well together." And finally, some kid who was doing weird stretches came over and said yo. Selena actually chuckled and nodded towards him. "Yo. Feel limber?" @Nevix@Driving Park</s> <\|message\|>Iona Murasaki Iona Iona had not tried to interact with anyone when she was deposited at Practice, instead hoping to look around and try to gather any information on what she might be dealing with. She deduced that before her was an obstacle course of some sort, and- Before she could get any further, she suddenly found herself being forced to interact with people. First a serious-looking woman who turned out to be the Practice professor greeted her and the other apparently new guy. Of course on Iona's first day, the professor didn't have time to explain anything and a TA or something was teaching. "Good..." Iona said sarcastically to herself. Ah well, at least she had some time to- "Pardon me, teammates Selena Cecilia and Iona Murasaki." Iona blinked. As Blaine introduced himself in a very...rigid way, Iona blinked a few more times as she looked at him quizzically with her head titled to one side. She struggled with constructing words to say after the display. "Um, hi...it's a pleasure to meet...you?" Her words trailed off as she gradually turned the statement into a question. Before she had a chance to abandon sentences anymore the white-haired girl standing next to her took control of the conversation in a much more professional way than Iona had before addressing Iona. "So you're part of my team too? Cool, cool. Hope we work well together." "I guess I am," Iona responded, continuing with a little grin, "I look forward to finding out." So that was three out of the presumable four-person team, which was apparently called "Obelisk". That's an odd name, she thought to herself. More importantly though, where was the fourth t- "Yo." Oh. He, like the white-haired girl, seemed pretty normal, so Iona responded in kind. "'Sup." @Nevix@Norschtalen</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid Dust Apps Taking Notes Gren had to admit, once things were explained a bit more, his interest was piqued. Even for someone like Gren, dust was too volatile for him to work into anything beyond bullets and grenades. His experiments with a dust powered Jet Pack being an obvious indicator of his expertise when it came to handling those materials. As the professor continued, he took a brief moment to look at his own hands. Being a little over 90% cybernetic, he wondered how his body would react to Dust being infused into his synthetic flesh. He wondered because he knew that since he had this body, his own Semblance has, in a way, weakened. It's range and versatility had been limited to an area around him and a considerably smaller one than when he was entirely flesh and blood. This concerned him since if it's his will that can activate the Dust, and his own will is questionably present as it is, could he actually manipulate Dust as the teacher expected? "Well, no reason to think it wouldn't. Semblance and dust are two different things. Besides, I'm slowly regaining my ability with my Semblance too. Bit by bit." Soon Tearlag asked for volunteers. While many hands went up, Gren's hand stayed down. He wasn't too certain how he might change the normal variables of Dust due to his body, not to mention he has no idea what the teacher planned for. It could be embarrassing. Instead he blinked a few times to activate a video recording through his head so he can review the lessons later. And if it just so happens that he records something funny, even better.</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro @Abillioncats@Silvan Haven Vega Venetia Something soft and made of fabric bumped into Silver's side. "Do you want this pillow?" asked Vega Venetia, settling down into the next seat over and addressing him for the first time since his joining. "You seem to be very tired. I cannot have a team member fall asleep in a mission, you need a comfortable snooze." Held in her outstretched arm was the Pillow. Gratia Mindaro Was present and accounted for.</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Felicia @Slime@Silvan Haven Civil War Once everyone was on board and safely seated, the airship took off, heading towards Gallia, Mistral. Andrew didn't say anything for a while as he focused on taking off and making sure all systems were functioning correctly. It wouldn't do much good if they crashed halfway there. Once they were flying towards their destination Andrew spoke up. "I'm not gonna sugar coat it...this mission isn't going to be pretty. Though I suppose you oughta get used to that sooner than later. A huntsman's job rarely is." The airship made a sudden turn to the left as Andrew course corrected. "As you probably know, Gallia is a seaport off the coast of Mistral, the coast is on the east side while it's northern and western borders end at with the Gnarled Forest, to the south are the mountains. Basically what I'm getting at is they are isolated, the only real way to get there is by air or sea. Traveling through the mountains is just about impossible, and the Gnarled Forest is not somewhere you ever want to find yourself unless you're with someone who is all too familiar with it, like myself. My village is in fact within the Gnarled Forest, just north of Gallia. It's where I raised my daughter, Emerald." He paused, seemingly in thought. "Oh right! I almost forgot to mention, the basket back there has some donuts and cookies my wife baked, feel free to eat what you want." He cleared his throat. "Back on topic though, Gallia is normally a rather quiet town. It seems that civil unrest has been growing more and more for the past few months. It wasn't until recently that Mayor Gideon Blue contacted me, requesting aid in dealing with the situation. Now I can't say I know the man well, I've only dealt with him directly a couple times myself, but that man is very self-reliant and ruthless, the fact that he actually asked for help at all concerns me quite a bit." Andrew looked back from the cockpit to the hunters and huntresses in training. "So you guys with me so far? Any questions? Need some milk with those cookies?"</s> <\|message\|>Sand Vespa Sand kept the discomfort from her face as the inspector praised her and went on to describe their expected duties. It was not that she found their roles dissatisfactory. Rather, the grandiloquence with which Thoúlē Aristeas addressed them seemed to have taken a small jump from the refined to the courtly, and it was enough to leave the Huntress feeling out of balance. It was more than enough to cement the suspicions she had formed at the mention of her name that the woman had been born with a silver-spoon in her mouth. It would have been one thing if they had simply met on the streets, but she could only hope Thoúlē Aristeas's eccentricities did not get in the way of their work. Once the explanation reached its conclusion, she nodded and glanced to her sides, leaving the others to say their part. Seeing as the shuttle had already taken flight—the smoothness of the take-off had barely been felt by those standing inside, a credit to Atlesian engineering—she suspected the inspector wished to hurry things along, so she resolved to leave any further questions for later. That said, being students, it was only to be expected if the others wanted to speak to the woman in front of them before they lost their chance. Her studies and credentials, or rather, how she had come to be in this shuttle as an inspector for international security, were things Sand was still curious about. Almost as if summoned by her earlier thoughts on eccentricities, however, it was Robert who spoke up, bringing up the matter of the organization's acronym. He would be the one to point it out, she thought to herself. It was a valid question, if rather pointless. Perhaps he would have received an answer in turn, had he not proceeded to ardently play out the scene in which 'ICE CreAM' was chosen in disparaging tones, which in turn changed the context of the question from, "Why would you choose to name this organization after a dessert?" to "I thought we were getting ice cream. Where is my ice cream?" To which the response was studied ignorance. For which we should feel lucky. We shouldn't be getting berated by an officer before the mission's even started. After a pregnant pause, Sand shifted in place and coughed lightly into her wrist, drawing attention back to herself. "It seems that is all, ma'am." With her other hand, she gave Robert a sympathetic squeeze on the shoulder. Or a message not to press on with the question for the time being, depending on one's perspective. "We'll be on standby until we have landed, or Grimm are sighted." Who@Awesomoman64@Abillioncats@Crimmy</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Combat Retcon , @Crimson Raven, @SevenStormStyle Cian knew things were moving quickly perhaps a bit too quickly. Though there was little she could do but go along with it the reorganization of teams was confusing and she could only hope that she got well with her new team. She cared little about who was in charge as long as they were a good leader she didn't want someone whose brilliant strategy was to gang up on an enemy and hit it till it dies. No, she did not want that at all. One thing she knew was that whoever her teammates were would be put to the test. With little knowledge on her teammates as they stepped out of the airship and no time to really exchange information it really was a trial by fire at this point. Though she supposed that in the end as long as they completed the mission and got back in one piece kink and mistakes in teamwork can be ironed out. Beacon, of course, did provide some information but things like that weren't enough to tell behavior on the field. Dangerous yes but it was a good teacher in the field they would learn to survive and grow and if they failed well it lead to injury and possibly death neither was which anyone wanted to experience she was pretty sure. As she walked out Cian fingered Ichaival its been upgraded and reinforced so she hoped that in the end, it would prove enough. Yes with this she would prove her worth nothing would stop her she was sure either way it was going to be interesting. Holding the case at the ready Cian was ready for whatever may be thrown at her come hell or high water she would survive and so would the new team she would make sure of it.</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid Secret White Fang Base Finding Trouble While everyone else was out doing missions, Gren went to investigate a personal matter. Without a team, Gren was his own leader. And while he's certain that Beacon expects him to do things for them, hence the missions, these too were important to Beacon's wellbeing. They just weren't on the books. He packed up his great, loaded up on ammo and armor, and left the safety of the city to go investigate a ruined town a couple miles away. Like many towns, this was supposed to be a new settlement, a new opportunity for people to make a new life and a better future for themselves. And like many towns, it ultimately ended up in disaster. Bandits quickly moved in and started subjecting the townsfolk. They tried to fight back. They lost. And of course that entire conflict made this place ripe for grimm to come in and clean up the mess left behind. The bandits stole everything they could carry, leaving behind bad memories and dead bodies. Nowadays however, this same nameless town had a different pest infection; White Fang. After clearing out the Grimm, a group of White Fang operatives set up a camp here for the purpose of resupply, recovery, and reconnaissance. But like with many things Gren has his thumbs in, there was more to it than that. Because the original purpose of the town was to be a medical facility; there were plants and minerals nearby that could potentially help treat various diseases and illnesses, so this place was once quite capable of performing various operations and tests. Of course this also meant this town had loads of drugs, which was what the bandits were after and what they took once they razed the town. However not all was lost, and with some time and effort, the White Fang were able to get the labs working so they could continue their research. Not that the White Fang did a lot of their own research, but that's why Gren sent Pop's here. That old bear from way back when, trying to turn faunas back into people. Even now Gren wondered if it was really such a bad idea; he himself can't really say that he's still a faunas when he's over 90% machine. Really, the only reason he had to take the guy in was because his former team leader made the wonderful decision to pick a fight with him by herself. And Gren wasn't the type to let such an opportunity go to waste. So of course this couldn't just be a simple check up. Oh no. The Camp was being attacked by other White Fang. Gren had worried about this before; their splinter faction had likely been discovered. It was hard to tell who was one whose side as Gren approached hearing the gunfire and fighting. But if he had to guess, the one defending the camp were his allies and the ones attacking the camp were his enemies. So Gren got his gun out and activated his semblance as well as his thrusters, and rushed into battle. Using his Friction to allow him to slide across the ground using the thrusters to propel him, Gren quickly found himself in the center of a White Fang firing squad. In the brief moment of confusion, Gren rechanneled his semblance through the bodies of the White Fang around him, specifically to their weapons. When they turned to shoot him they could only get one shot off before their own guns flew out of their hands due to the sheer recoil of the bullets, and Gren's semblance making sure they had no grip on their guns. Gren of course had no problem using his weapon and so he proceeded to open fire, literally, and dousing the White Fang near him in napalm from his flame thrower. "I better figure out what's going on here."</s>
<\|description\|>Rakim Ali Age:16 Gender:Male Race:Human Weapon: Two long ass chains of around twenty meter that he can wrap up with various dynamites. There are three types of them, one that explodes at his will that can be used actively in combat but has the smallest explosion of all of them, only strong enough to cause first degree burns. The second one has the longest range and medium damage, capable of causing second degree burns. He can't use it as easily in combat because of the long range will cause him to get hit too. The last one does the most damage and has a medium range but can only activate once someone gets in close proximity of it, like three inches away. It also activates on himself and allies after he has set it. He uses the two chains to set them up. Specialty: (Fighting style, or the sort of role you fit into in combat) He uses chains combined with his dynamites to set multiple traps around the environment and uses aggressive pressuring close range fighting to set opponents up and get them into his traps. His style is like a chess game that tries to interrupt his opponent or force them in the most uncomfortable positions so that he can do his things unharmed. For example attacking when his opponent is in the middle of making a step or blowing their weapons out of their hands. In close range he doesn't have a weapon but uses his semblance to make his movements more powerful. Semblance: His semblance is really simple yet incredibly versatile. It makes things stronger. That's it, it can range from making an ally stronger to making his own movement stronger or making an item stronger. He can even use it to make his explosions stronger. Though he can't heal with it, it's literally just making something stronger. Either a movement, a person or an item. Simply because of its versatility he can't make it as strong as someone that has the same but more limited (Like making a punch strong or something) but he can charge for more power. Personality: His personality is simple, dedicated. For some reason he wants to be the strongest and he can often be found working hard. Either mentally, meditation, devising tactics or reading books about weapons. Or physically, he is a mildly talented martial artist and often works on how he physically operates. Thus his whole life revolves around how to get stronger. If he isn't doing something that makes him stronger, he is thinking of ways to get stronger. He literally has no reason for wanting this. He just happens to like fighting and think it's cool and that's literally the only motivation that he has for all of this. There is nothing noble about it, he literally just wants to be strong and that's why he's at Beacon. In casual times he is often a joker and teases a lot. Easing everyone around him with jokes, often about the opposition and how they're going to slay them. He has strong feelings for the ones close to him but can be a dick if they aren't. Helping them whenever they need help, praising them despite this he will still tease them often. Just in a joking way instead of a trash talking mean way. He'll often get incredibly jealous when someone is said to be stronger than him, or the strongest of something he is involved in. Making that person his target and downtalking them every chance he has to lure them in a fight and win because of the mistakes they make by being hot-headed. Feeling forced to do that always betrays his low self-esteem. Perhaps the reason he wants to be the strongest is because he feels inferior. In battle, or even before that he is a trash talker in the worst way. He takes psychological warfare to a whole other level and will go downright too far in intimidating his opponents or telling them why they're going to lose. He has always been able to back it up but everyone around him always says that one day that mouth is going to put him in danger. Color:Rust Emblem: A rust crown that symbolizes being the strongest. Appearance: A black male with black hair and black eyes with an arrogant smirk on his face. He usually wears Hip-Hop type of clothing.</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery The Alarm went off and Priscilla immediately woke up. 'RING RING RING' the alarm continued to ring, she stood up seeing the others sleeping but Robert got up. Priscilla quickly ran to the bathroom and stayed there for about an hour, she was taking a shower, doing her hair, girl stuff nothing weird. Priscilla got out of the bathroom, and grabbed her clothes going back to the bathroom and getting dressed there. Being the only girl she had to actually hide herself somewhere to put on her clothes because she was not going to do that in front of boys! A few minutes later, she finished walked to the mirror grabbing her lipstick putting it on and brushing her hair. "Done!" and with that Priscilla was the third one to leave her teams room. First Daniel, Robert and then Priscilla. "Wake up, Grey! I will see you in class. she told Greyson and walked to the classroom where the others were. She stood there, now listening to her name and some other girl's name... "Rayna Bryson vs. Priscilla Montgomery!" What? A fight between some girl that she doesn't know? This will be interesting. Priscilla got a little nervous because she haven't actually fought an actual person before, so this was going to be a little intense. But she never backed down on a fight, so she will give it her best!</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Dorm Sapphire slept fitfully that night, the rain pounding on the windows making its way into her dreams. This was not an uncommon occurrence with Sapphire, she rarely got a truly good rest with a clean mind clear of all imaginings. Usually she was plagued with nightmares. "Cecily, take Demetra, go hide in Mom's study." A much younger Sapphire said handing there baby sister over to Cecily. "Saph, you don't have to do this. We can stay out of sight till he sobers up." Cecily said looking worried. "He'll take it out on me during tomorrow's training if he doesn't find us. And if he does... For a moment Sapphire looked distant, like she was considering her options. "Better I take it now than we all get it later." Sapphire said somberly. "SAPPHIRE!" Sapphire glanced at the upper floors nervously. "He'll cool down eventually." She shrugged and attempted a smile. "Who knows, maybe he'll buy me something pretty this time. The smile didn't quite meet Sapphire's eyes and both the sisters knew it. "I'm sorry." There was real pain in Cecily's eyes, pain that she couldn't take this responsibility away from Sapphire but both of them knew she wasn't strong enough. She didn't have Sapphire's spirit. "So am I." Sapphire whispered before she turned from her sisters and darted up the stairs. As she got closer to the door to her father's study she moved slower and slower. When she arrived at the door she tentatively raised a hand to knock. Sapphire sat bolt upright in bed, for a moment she didn't know where she was and on gut tossed the covers aside and pushed her back against the wall to cover her blind spot. In another moment she came back to her senses, she was at Beacon Academy, she had passed the initiation test, today was the first day of classes. Sapphire hopped out of bed, being careful not to put too much weight on her twisted ankle. She was glad the rest of the team was still asleep. She didn't really care to explain her violent awakening to anyone. It was early, about six in the morning. Sapphire had a habit of waking early even if she desperately wished to sleep in. She decided that she should take a shower before classes. She walked into the bathroom and stripped off her gear which she had slept in. She turned the water to a hot setting that was just above comfortable, and proceeded to wash. When she was finished Sapphire used a comb to brush her hair into an orderly manner before brushing a curtain of it over her right eye. She could see well enough threw it but she liked the way it looked. Sapphire wrapped herself in a towel and left the bathroom, dragging her cloths with her. She had nearly identical replacements to all of them in her bag aside of course from her jacket and her bandanna. She was about half-way through changing when Gren walked in. She jumped back to conceal herself and was about to say something about entering unannounced except she realized first that Gren was holding a towering plate of pancakes and his eyes moved over the space she occupied as though she was not there. Gren set the pancakes down on a table in the room and went to the bathroom, moments later she heard the sound of water filling a tub. She'd neglected to disable her semblance last night, it must have been active this entire time and unless she cried out in her sleep none of her teammates would have been aware that she'd even slept in the room that night. No wonder she'd slept so fitfully. Her sleep was always disturbed when her semblance was on. Sapphire finished dressing herself only putting on one of her combat boots, her ankle was still complaining and unless it became necessary there was no reason for her to aggravate it further. She took one of the plates and loaded it down with pancakes. She preferred syrup for things like waffles and french toast so rather than pour the sticky substance on her breakfast she instead slathered them with butter and ate them by hand like one would toast. They were delicious, though given that Gren had baked that cake last night she should have expected nothing less. After she finished her breakfast Sapphire washed her hands of butter and continued to read the book she had picked out last night. It was a fairly juvenile tale about an impoverished slave's flight from his master to a land without slavery. Somewhere in the middle he was discovered to be a lost prince from another land, predictably it ended happily ever after. The story itself was cliche with a fairy tale like quality but Sapphire surprisingly enough enjoyed it immensely, it was a tale of hope, something the azure haired girl had never had a lot of. At 7 O'Clock the alarms rang waking everyone for breakfast. Sapphire having already eaten continued to read. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Shiro rise and eat. He stopped right before eating and sniffed the air. She smiled while her scent was no doubt lingering in the air her semblance would prevent it from being strong enough for him to identify her position or even that there was another entity in the room. So long as she stay inconspicuous and did nothing to draw attention. Shiro finished his breakfast and left the room, soon after Abel sleepily got up, he also had a shower, ate and exited the room. Sapphire continued to read until a notice came in on her scroll reporting that her first class of the day was Combat Training and it was mandatory for all first years. Sapphire smiled, if she was lucky this Glynda Goodwitch could teach her a thing or too. Sapphire deactivated her semblance, it was best she not reveal it to everyone and there weren't really any advantages to walking into class unnoticed. When Sapphire got there she took a seat right at the back so she could view everyone else. She counted a little less than twenty five students. These must be all the first year Beacon students. They would be the ones fighting alongside Sapphire for the rest of her time at Beacon. Though in this case she thought as she listened to Mrs. Goodwitch's speech, they would be fighting against her. Her opponent was Oswald Connolly. Sapphire cursed herself for not paying attention when Ozpin did role call before the Forest Exam. She wouldn't know her opponent till they had taken there places in the stadium. Knowing she was to perform in the first round Sapphire pulled on and tied her other combat boot. It put pressure on her foot in places that were not comfortable but she could bear. She jumped down into the stadium after the teacher and her aid. The fall put far more shock force pressure on her ankle than Sapphire was expecting. It began to throb painfully but Sapphire had had worse, the ankle she could deal with, her rib on the other hand might prove to be a problem when she had to engage this Oswald in combat.</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson woke up a few minutes after the alarm rang out but he just looked up at the ceiling for a while waiting to fully wake up, unfortunately Greyson wasn't a morning person and as such it took him a while to get up and get going to his usual self. However when Pricilla told him to get up Greyson groaned softly before finally getting off the bed and doing his morning routine of brushing his teeth and changing into his cloths from yesterday making sure to keep his green cloak but he kept it open and looked more or less ragged with a nasty bedhead. Greyson followed the others into class sitting down getting ready to get more sleep in class until the teacher said that they would be fighting today. That made Greyson grin wondering who he was going to be facing off against and it turned out to be some guy named victor. Greyson had no idea who it was so he decided to take his nap and wait for his turn no doubt he would be called on when it was his turn to fight. So Greyson was going to make sure he listened and wait till Pricilla was going to fight so Greyson could cheer her on...</s>	<\|message\|>Rakim Ali Satisfactory? Denial just because of pride isn't going to help this team understand your maps. Is this how she fixed problems when suggested to her? "Fix your art skills. I wouldn't raise that problem if they were 'satisfactory'", he didn't mean to be mean but he was getting annoyed that she just denied him pointing out that her art skills weren't up to par and that the team might have trouble understanding it. "Though you're a good leader. I love how you listen to your members suggestions. Nice job." Last time he saw some guy storm off because this hot chick was chosen leader instead, while he felt that he should have been. Was there a sexism problem on this school? For god's sake. He made sure that he was fully equipped in dynamite before he actually left to jog. After the jog he tried to still find team Catastrophe yet was never able to find them. Mostly because of.... Yeah, her art skills really weren't satisfactory. He was happy she did respond positively to his suggestion of finding out their abilities. He asked her to hit him up when she did because he wanted to help. His whole style revolved around strategy and tactics, he was sure he could contribute in a way. Besides, he was only fifty percent sure if she was a good leader because his experience with her had been half positive and half negative. He found out that it was now around the time they should go to class. So that's what he did. He made sure not to reveal his weapons yet, hiding them in his pockets while walking relaxed with both of his hands in there. When he heard the news about sparring sessions, his frown instantly turned into a giant smile. He looked at his team. "Even though we're hurt. Team JRVR is still going to kick ass. We're going to win all the matches with no added injuries. It's ok though, for pride we can say to our opponent's friends that Team Catastrophe's actions were their doing", he said smiling to the team. Trying to get them fired up and confident.</s>
<\|description\|>Oswald Connoly Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Trepination Blade Not only will this sword ruin your day with its impossibly sharp edges or if you're-gods forbid-stabbed by it, it can focus and fire a steady beam of energy through its length and out its tip when powered with Dust. The scabbard for the sword is a bright red, and tapers with the blade. It has since been upgraded to include the ability to mecha-shift into a katar. Shield Specialty: Up Close and Personal. Oswald's semblance is obviously most useful for this style of combat, as it prevents enemies that excel at range from getting to a viable range from him, so long as he can get within fifty feet of them. As he wields a sword and shield, Oswald is capable of both a bruiser role and a tank role. So long as he's in his opponent's face, he's comfortable fighting in whatever manner is appropriate for the situation. When he attacks, Oswald is ruthless, leaving no openings, and even using his shield as a weapon at times to keep himself from giving his enemy an opportunity to attack. On the defensive, he becomes a fortress, blocking with both sword and shield, refusing to give up any ground. Semblance: Closer- Oswald can instantly close the distance between himself and another living creature (Grimm or no) within fifty feet of him, moving from wherever he is to about four feet from his target. Personality: "Speak Softly and Carry a Big Stick." Oswald is a friendly enough guy when he's with friends or allies, and he tries to keep the peace whenever fights break out. He tries to be the first on the scene, and acts as an enforcer to make sure things don't get crazy. If a fight does happen to break out, he'll try to bring it to an end before anybody gets seriously hurt. He strongly favors the diplomatic option when available. If someone makes it clear that that option isn't available, though...well, he breaks out the big stick. Color: Onyx Emblem: A heavily damaged dark stone tower, with a small white figure standing proudly atop it. Emblem Appearance: Oswald stands at about 5'10" tall, weighs in at a mean 220 pounds, and sports a pair of dull brown eyes topped by a short head of dark black hair. He typically wears a heavy red cloak with onyx pauldrons over a pair of black pants and a white collared shirt. Under his cloak, he has a pair of onyx steel gauntlets, a dark red canvas brigandine and wears a pair of dark black greaves under his pants. He's rather light-skinned, and his face has a small scar under his nose that goes through his lip diagonally. As for shoes, he always wears a pair of black work boots. Oswald</s> <\|message\|>Jayden "Jay" Xiang-Delacroix "Never let anyone tell you that your ears look silly," a lady, dressed in a perfect, white sundress, bent low to speak to the boy, all bruised and beaten. A small, soft smiled graced her porcelain features and a hand, fingers like laced silk to the touch, brushed the dirt from the bunny faunus' face. He sniffled, gaze turned downward. Mumbling, his eyes never left the torn and frayed shoes he wore, "They didn't say they were silly; it was other stuff. They called them meaner things." "Hmm, Jayden, look at me," her eyes lit up as she spoke, though her lips tugged into a sullen frown. Two dainty fingers tapped at Jayden's chin, lifting them so his blue could match her grey, "No matter what anyone says, these," she tugged at an ear, drawing a giggle from Jayden that she matched with her own, fond one, "are unique—they're yours, and they're your best feature. No one can take that away from you. And no one else can have ears like these." Like the moon, brilliant and resounding in the night sky; a hanging lantern given for those dark and dank nights; a roadside companion and stalwart friend; something to be missed dearly in its absence. Eyes shut tight, the stinging a dull throb in the back of his mind, Jayden tuned out the chatter and the talk. This was a special occasion, but he was no longer there to partake in it. He wasn't quite fond of early celebration, but he did suppose they got through it without much difficulty, or rather injury to show for said difficulty they faced. Perhaps that was enough for the praise they received, and the minor scorn woven within. Jayden himself supported the brunt of the injuries, having decided to act as stand-in tank due to their already hefty disadvantage. A broken rib from an almost dodged impact was the worst of it, the rest a mere black eye, a minor concussion, and various burns along his limbs. He didn't count the multitude of cuts and bruises that marred his body; those didn't hurt quite enough to garner his attention. Recounting what had happened, that bird like fellow hadn't a clue as to what his semblance did, and got far to close in light of his own. A calculated mistake on his part, an opening for Jayden to take advantage of. He could have done more though, perhaps. Possibly. Or at least mitigated the amount of damage his team had taken that fight. There were far too many maybes to fuss over. At the announcement of their team leader, Jayden turned along with the others to acknowledge Rayna's new found authority. Giving the girl a nod, his eyes peeled away to wander into the sea of students. Unfortunately, doing so tuned their captain's speech out, as well as Victor's quip and further words. He'd only caught the, "..you all look like crap..." part, in which Jayden sighed and threw a steely glare her way. A part of him wanted desperately to remind her just how much of the hits he took, for them in particular—they all knew he wasn't built for that, or he hoped so. But, Jayden kept his tongue on a short leash, reminding himself that they had gotten out of it fairly unscathed for how brutal the task was. A broken rib was perhaps the worst injury they accumulated. For Jayden, well, suffice to say, he'd been through and seen a fair amount worse. "Dirty rodent, it should've been you—" A small gasp at the sudden contact broke Jayden's reverie short, eyes trained downward to watch Rayna make a show of moving him. Clearing his throat to tide the sudden impulse to reel back from her touch, Jayden obliged as he turned heel and marched his way down the exit. He hadn't the heart to tell her that she'd been pressing into the broken rib the medics had keenly bandaged post-exam. The pain wasn't much, but it throbbed a few times worse and brought a perpetual wince to Jayden's features. At least slumber was mere footsteps away. ::Hours Later:: Dreamless sleep fueled by utter exhaustion could not have come at a better time. Of course, knowing Jayden's luck, peaceful slumber broke way to the shrill of Rayna's whistle and Jayden's response was immediate in his jolt awake. The suddenness of it flared his self-defense mechanism, flinging his own covers off by the sheer will of his semblance. More rather, they floated off at the near upheaval of gravity. The items with the least amount of mass in the room immediately shifted upwards, in a slow climb toward the ceiling, though most didn't make it past an inch from their original spot the moment Jayden regained his senses. Feeling obliged to obey Rayna's orders, Jayden quickly slid out of bed, rummaging through his still unpacked things to grab a spare shirt and gym shorts, the shorts of which he was quick to slip into. Arching a brow at their leader's planned schedule, he merely huffed his response, "I think it unwise to make further enemies with our peers, regardless of previous happenstance." He grimaced, feeling the sting of his rib as he tugged one shirt off for the other. Still listening, Jayden fell to his bedside, slipping on his socks and shoes in that instance before returning to his standing position. Facing Rayna, Jayden crossed his arms over his chest, carefully, as to not upset the still healing wound. "Bacon is a delicacy that I'm not exempt from," he said, tossing a side-glance to his other teammates, "Just because rabbits are vegetarians doesn't mean I am one." Jayden chose that moment to survey the map, archive it into his memory, and burst into a steady jog into the hallway. He tossed a look over his shoulder, feeling fairly bolder than he was usually want to be. It came as a surprise to him, but friendships forged in combat seemed always meant produce strong bonds and he'd fallen under the thought that staying aloof, as he wished to be, put the dynamic of the team at a further disadvantage. Making friendly seemed the better option. He was content, however, to keep these words the last he spoke that day, "Assumptions are the key ingredients to an Ass and his ass. Asses."</s> <\|message\|>Rakim Ali Rakim had gotten the worst end of the stick by far. Most of the team got off mildly, with one major injury but Rakim ran his mouth in battle like he usually did and got his ass stomped hard. He wasn't dead or forced in a hospital but he sure as hell got off the worst of the team. That wasn't a good thing, he didn't have the endurance of a tank. He was slightly irritated that everyone had gotten compliments while they got an apology for getting their ass beaten. Like hell he was just going to let team whatever get away with that. The next time they'd fight he would give them an ass whooping for sure. He wasn't surprised when the young lady of the team had gotten the responsibility of being a leader. She was good at whatever she did, her improvisation of tactics was commendable and she seemed experienced. Of course she wasn't fucking with Rakim though, he just was too busy getting the shit beaten out of him and talking trash to do his usual strategic routine and impress everyone. He wasn't mad, it was just a title anyway. As long as he could kick ass, specifically team 'catastrophe', he was happy. "Talk about your greatness? Oh Iwill talk about your greatness alright." She woke them up early, wearing sports gear so Rakim already predicted what was going to come. He honestly wasn't interested in doing physical exercise at his current state but he had to if he wanted to get stronger. "You know, I'm actually down for throwing stuff their window. I have a few dynamites that could do the trick.", Rakim smirked. Did they think they were tough? They might be but a little bit of training here and Rakim would surpass them. He was himself after all. "Also, learn how to draw. You can have the greatest plan of all time but we wouldn't know if it looks like you tried to draw a purple tiger." He did some dynamic stretching before taking the jog, making sure to adjust to the pace of the leader to talk to her. "So, the first order of business should be finding out our members capabilities. I wasn't able to show everything I have and my style of fighting heavily needs good teamwork.", not because it wouldn't be as effective himself. Mainly because he might trap another member with his dynamites. "From there on we can formulate tactics from the synergy we have in our abilities. You can also adjust our training to that, since", referring to the random morning run. "To maximize our growth." Rakim was serious about wanting to prank team 'catastrophe' He even showered the dynamites he was going to use in the trash while jogging so that what would explode in their room was trash. The place where they'd have to sleep and live would smell like trash. They'd probable feel comfortable there, in a room full of what they are. So practically playboy model over there couldn't complain that they were making enemies, they were actually doing them a favor. He didn't bother remembering the map. Just following Jayden and Rayna because apparently they knew the route.</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Standing on the podium, his wrist confined to an extremely uncomfortable cast, Oswald looked out at the other students with a feeling of pride. He was officially a Huntsman-in-training now. The test had been a hell of a fight, but they'd managed to take down one of the more durable Riesen-class Grimm, a feat not many rookies could claim. Datura were hulking monstrosities that took more firepower than the average Huntsman could manage, but that Marcus with his tank was more than enough on his own. As long as nothing got close, which that girl...Diamond, was it?...had managed. Oswald and the other guy, Aurellius, did some damage on their own, but Marcus was responsible for most of the pain. To the Grimm, at least. Oswald's shattered wrist throbbed again, reminding him that he didn't get out of this in top condition. Despite their ridiculous size, it turned out that Datura were more than capable of some pretty quick movement. At least, individual parts were. Still, a fucking tree trunk? He was lucky it was his shield arm that got the hit, because that probably would have taken half his arm with it otherwise. Overall, the team wasn't too bad. The douchebag with the giant lance was definitely capable of dishing out damage in just about any situation, the girl who came off as a total bitch did a damn good job of fighting, and well....the other guy had a tank. Nothing further needed to be said. Oswald knew that he himself could hold his own, having done enough of that back home. Growing up outside the kingdoms was a lot of work, and the day he knew he was made to fight Grimm, he was training as hard as he ever had before. It had been a long five years, but not every kid from these teams could call themselves a true hunter like Oswald was: born for nothing more than to live and die for the cause of killing Grimm. He didn't know the others' motivations, but his was simple: protect those who are not meant to protect themselves. It was what he'd been chosen to do, and had been a matter of course for as long as he cared to remember. When Diamond asked 'what now?' Oswald gave a shrug. "My guess would be to find where we'll be staying while we're here."</s>
<\|description\|>Oswald Connoly Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Trepination Blade Not only will this sword ruin your day with its impossibly sharp edges or if you're-gods forbid-stabbed by it, it can focus and fire a steady beam of energy through its length and out its tip when powered with Dust. The scabbard for the sword is a bright red, and tapers with the blade. It has since been upgraded to include the ability to mecha-shift into a katar. Shield Specialty: Up Close and Personal. Oswald's semblance is obviously most useful for this style of combat, as it prevents enemies that excel at range from getting to a viable range from him, so long as he can get within fifty feet of them. As he wields a sword and shield, Oswald is capable of both a bruiser role and a tank role. So long as he's in his opponent's face, he's comfortable fighting in whatever manner is appropriate for the situation. When he attacks, Oswald is ruthless, leaving no openings, and even using his shield as a weapon at times to keep himself from giving his enemy an opportunity to attack. On the defensive, he becomes a fortress, blocking with both sword and shield, refusing to give up any ground. Semblance: Closer- Oswald can instantly close the distance between himself and another living creature (Grimm or no) within fifty feet of him, moving from wherever he is to about four feet from his target. Personality: "Speak Softly and Carry a Big Stick." Oswald is a friendly enough guy when he's with friends or allies, and he tries to keep the peace whenever fights break out. He tries to be the first on the scene, and acts as an enforcer to make sure things don't get crazy. If a fight does happen to break out, he'll try to bring it to an end before anybody gets seriously hurt. He strongly favors the diplomatic option when available. If someone makes it clear that that option isn't available, though...well, he breaks out the big stick. Color: Onyx Emblem: A heavily damaged dark stone tower, with a small white figure standing proudly atop it. Emblem Appearance: Oswald stands at about 5'10" tall, weighs in at a mean 220 pounds, and sports a pair of dull brown eyes topped by a short head of dark black hair. He typically wears a heavy red cloak with onyx pauldrons over a pair of black pants and a white collared shirt. Under his cloak, he has a pair of onyx steel gauntlets, a dark red canvas brigandine and wears a pair of dark black greaves under his pants. He's rather light-skinned, and his face has a small scar under his nose that goes through his lip diagonally. As for shoes, he always wears a pair of black work boots. Oswald</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson After Greyson and Daniel had said they didn't feel like exploring, Robert got distracted by a small string on the back of his hoodie. In order to grab it he had to turn his waist, but this only got it farther from his reach. So now he was spinning around in a circle trying to grab the loose string. He almost resembled a dog chasing it's tail. If anybody was listening to what Priscilla was saying, which Robert had unfortunately missed as he was too busy with the string, they probably would have been holding back laughter at the irony of the situation. He finally decided that that wasn't working and tried grabbing around the string, hoping to pull it closer so he could get it that way. It was then that he accidently activated one of his bracers and the blade cut a large hole in the hoodie. Since the hoodie was already caked with mud and dirt and already had multiple holes all from the team's test though, Robert didn't really care at this point. At this point, he decided to leave the string since the only way he'd get it now was by taking it off and he didn't feel like doing that at the moment. "Well, if you guys aren't coming then let's go, Priscilla," he said. He waited for Priscilla to finish getting ready and tried his best to ignore the conversation she was having with the guys, deciding that if he was supposed to hear it that she would have included him. He knew they were probably talking about him and since everyone was mostly buddy-buddy with each other it didn't matter what they said. When Priscilla and him finally left the room, Robert said, "I hope the lines aren't too long for food. Food would be nice. Food is good." He was silent for a few moments then asked, "What do you think they'll have to eat?"</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery As she finished putting on her lipstick, she turned back to the boys, seeing Daniel heading to bed and Greyson not wanting to come and then there was Robert... the one playing with a string, acting like she didn't notice but she did. Cute. He was like a lost puppy trying to grab it's tail but instead this was a string. Priscilla looked at the boys who were staying waiving at them. "Alright. See you guys in a bit. I will bring you food, because you guys may be hungry and stuff." she nodded now heading out with Robert by her side. Priscilla randomly giggled and playfully pushed Robert with her shoulder. "So, you are some kind of doggy now trying to grab your tail? Becauseeeeee." she looked behind Robert and then to his buttocks, no tail. "You have no tail." she finished her sentence now laughing. "Ooooh." Priscilla sighed smiling and looking around as they walked. "Mmm! Yes, food is important so we must go and find some food. I am rather hungry though too. It's sad that the others didn't want to come, but oh well. Just you and me, then." smiling at Robert she locked her left arm with his arm, as they walked! "Off we go!" Hopefully there won't be that much of people in the line by the time they get there. "Oooh. I wonder what type of food they will have. Hopefully hamburger..!"</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega i didn't want to be the third wheel in their time together anyways' Greyson thought as he went and got a change of cloths "if you need me ill be bathing" Greyson told Daniel as he walked into the bathroom and starting the tub so he can relax. Ever since his youth a bath has always relaxed him even if he was in pain a bath was going to melt it all away. Once the tub was finally filled Greyson gently went into the hot bath and sighed loudly once he was submerged in it relaxing his aching muscles from that giant fight. Greyson would take Pricilla away later for their own time alone once he got the chance. Right now Greyson was thinking of different formations and battle plans for them for when they would be put into another fight and sometimes his mind would wonder to thinking what it would be like to officially be dating that bubble headed girl Pricilla...nothing but good thoughts on his mind</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro She gave him an incredulous look after he finished speaking. Another moment of uneasy silence between them. He had the feeling he said or did something wrong, again. "Uh...Did I say something wrong? Heh.." At that moment, his ears and tail perked up. Detecting approaching footsteps at the entrance to the infirmary. He didn't expect what came next as the door was practically thrown open, causing him to whirl in place and take a combative stance. Ears pinned back, tail straight and erect, he squatted low and his stubby black claws stabbed through the bandages on his arms. Seeing the large, hulking frame of another stranger come through the door caused him to stop and shrink a little. The young man stopped in the door frame, wide eyes flitting from him and Ms. Rode as if he had walked into the wrong room at the wrong time. "...hey there," the large young man said after a few moments of silence. He came into the room, leaving the door open behind him. "Good to, uh, see you guys are okay." "Does he know me too?..." Kuhaku cleared his throat and straightened up, forcing himself to relax. His claws retracted and tail resumed its agitated swaying. He didn't know why he was so jumpy. He chalked it up to his frayed nerves. "Oh yeah," Ms. Rode spoke up in response to the newcomer. "We're just super, me with my broken rib, sprained ankle, black eye and a mild concussion not to mention all the little cuts and bruises. Then we've got fur ball over there whose only recollection seems to be his own name. We're sooooo totally fine right now." she practically spat at him, venom etched into her words. "Furball? he frowned. Again with the unnecessary remarks. Kuhaku quietly sniffed at the air. He got the feeling that her wounds were deeper than what she had mentioned. Deeper underlying scars. Maybe he pushed it too far by trying to interact with her. He would leave her be and give her deserved space. She didn't seem to be very happy with the whole situation as it stood, much less very friendly. During his youth, he learned it prudent to leave those kinds of people alone until they decided to come out of their shell. Whenever that may be, if at all. Maybe it would be something that could only come with time. "Right then," the young man spat in return, circling them and taking a seat in a chair. "Taking it back. Not glad at all." he ended. Kuhaku's frame shrunk a little as he looked from Ms. Rode to this stranger. There was a lot of bad blood going on here and it made him visibly uncomfortable. It was hard for him to make sense of anything that was going on. It was hard for him to remain positive. "Glad to see that you still have your fire, Rode." a booming voice said as a heavily armored...thing stepped into the room from a freakin' open window. Kuhaku nearly had a heart attack and bolted from the room, but froze in his tracks. "WHOA! What the hell is...WAY BIG!" he slowly inched towards the nearest wall, a bead of nervous sweat rolling down the side of his face. If he wasn't uncomfortable before, he sure as hell was now. Looking from the armored person to the other large stranger, he felt horribly small. He didn't like people or things that were larger than him. It made him feel subconscious of his svelte, feminine body. He had seen and known other Tiger Faunus and they were fortunate enough to be gifted with bulky, muscular bodies. He hadn't been as lucky when he was born, sad to say. Though, he was equally as strong and fast if not faster than his counterparts. He was tall, for sure. 5'11. Though not stick thin at 180 Ibs of solid, lean muscle. He just wished his body would allow him to be more 'beefy'. He watched the armored stranger with wary eyes as he walked about, placing flowers in a vase and opening a box to reveal...a cake. Eyes and ears perking up, this stranger came bearing gifts. He started to slowly relax and wandered a few steps closer, away from the wall. The armored stranger moved about, rustling around for utensils as he then began to cut the cake he brought. "Make yourself comfortable Fulgurate. From the wounds on Rode and Shiro, they still need to recover." He said as he handed the other stranger a slice of cake. "Fulgurate? Is that his name?" he looked at the seated stranger. "Wait, how does he know my first name? Damn it, does he know me too?" his face slowly sagged into one of intense, hidden sorrow. At that moment, the large armored whatever-he-was, approached him and handed him a slice of cake. Reaching out for it, he looked up at the moving suit of armor and back at the cake. "For me?" his eyes asked. The suit of armor then smiled at him, and he reciprocated it in kind. His face immediately brightening. He determined this creature to be friendly and graciously accepted the cake. "Thank you." he was grateful. However long he was out for, he was sure as hell starving by now. "Nice to see you alive partner. But you shouldn't pull out the IV from your body like that. You're going get an infection." he motioned towards Kuhaku's mostly bandaged arms. Blinking, he looked at the site of the IV and looked up, grinning and ruffling his white fur (hair) in response. The moving suit of armor then walked over to Ms. Rode and handed her a slice. "He called me 'partner'..." he mulled over that comment for a while. As he returned to his hospital bed to plop his behind onto it, he curled his legs underneath him indian-style and took a bite of the cake. His ears and tail perked up, it was delicious. Swallowing the bite, he looked at everyone in the room and wondered with bright eyes as he posed his next question. "I'm sorry everyone, but...Do I know all of you? Do all of you know me?"</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald couldn't help but glare at Aurellius as he derided Marcus for taking the leader role almost immediately. Diamond's reply wasn't any better, either. Oswald only managed to get a word in once Diamond was on her way out. "I, for one, actually like the fact that he's willing to take the role of leader, instead of some people I've met in the past who just dilly dally around like dickless oafs and get people hurt, or worse. Most people don't understand what it's like to lead. Trust me, it ain't worth it. Marcus, you are a poor, poor sap to have gotten stuck with that role. A poor...poor sap." He could only shake his head at the two he was with. Hopefully Marcus would be a better leader than he'd been. He followed along to the dorm room, already dreading living with these people. Marcus was a good enough guy, but he might have been just a bit too uptight. It wasn't something Oswald was familiar with or particularly fond of, but at least the guy wasn't outright confrontational like their lovely friends were. Oh, and of course, there was Diamond, who somehow made it to the dorm room before them and got through the window. Yeah, because that made a whole lot of sense. Oi.</s>
<\|description\|>Oswald Connoly Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Trepination Blade Not only will this sword ruin your day with its impossibly sharp edges or if you're-gods forbid-stabbed by it, it can focus and fire a steady beam of energy through its length and out its tip when powered with Dust. The scabbard for the sword is a bright red, and tapers with the blade. It has since been upgraded to include the ability to mecha-shift into a katar. Shield Specialty: Up Close and Personal. Oswald's semblance is obviously most useful for this style of combat, as it prevents enemies that excel at range from getting to a viable range from him, so long as he can get within fifty feet of them. As he wields a sword and shield, Oswald is capable of both a bruiser role and a tank role. So long as he's in his opponent's face, he's comfortable fighting in whatever manner is appropriate for the situation. When he attacks, Oswald is ruthless, leaving no openings, and even using his shield as a weapon at times to keep himself from giving his enemy an opportunity to attack. On the defensive, he becomes a fortress, blocking with both sword and shield, refusing to give up any ground. Semblance: Closer- Oswald can instantly close the distance between himself and another living creature (Grimm or no) within fifty feet of him, moving from wherever he is to about four feet from his target. Personality: "Speak Softly and Carry a Big Stick." Oswald is a friendly enough guy when he's with friends or allies, and he tries to keep the peace whenever fights break out. He tries to be the first on the scene, and acts as an enforcer to make sure things don't get crazy. If a fight does happen to break out, he'll try to bring it to an end before anybody gets seriously hurt. He strongly favors the diplomatic option when available. If someone makes it clear that that option isn't available, though...well, he breaks out the big stick. Color: Onyx Emblem: A heavily damaged dark stone tower, with a small white figure standing proudly atop it. Emblem Appearance: Oswald stands at about 5'10" tall, weighs in at a mean 220 pounds, and sports a pair of dull brown eyes topped by a short head of dark black hair. He typically wears a heavy red cloak with onyx pauldrons over a pair of black pants and a white collared shirt. Under his cloak, he has a pair of onyx steel gauntlets, a dark red canvas brigandine and wears a pair of dark black greaves under his pants. He's rather light-skinned, and his face has a small scar under his nose that goes through his lip diagonally. As for shoes, he always wears a pair of black work boots. Oswald</s> <\|message\|>Victor Glade Hearing his new fearless leader say that he looked like crap he had to smile. Well she isn't wrong and stumbled after the group I hope this won't become a theme. Just walking was pain Kitty, I'm better pay you back for spearing my leg, everyone else was more or less settled by the time Victor entered the room. With a weary smile he made his way to a free bed. Instead of climbing into bed, Victor fell in the general direction of his bed, hitting the ground hard and dragging himself halfway back up before succumbing to sleep. ::FEW HOURS LATER:: It was a different dream each night for Victor, but they all end the same way, him losing his arm. Tonight he was before a Queen dressed in blue ordering it removed. Being dragged in a spiral downward into the depths of a castle Victor was unresisting as his arm was placed in some kind of guillotine, aimed to cut through his shoulder. As the blade fell it made a shrieking noise woke Victor. Rayna was standing proud armed with a whistle and launched into a speech. Attempting to lift himself up Victor went to put his weight on his right arm... and nothing was there. Falling with all the grace of a one armed man Victor slowly picked himself up and sat on the end of his bed. Utterly confused Victor started looking around for his arm. It shouldn't be hard to find, it's the size of an arm and is red with shiny parts. It doesn't exactly blend in... how did it come off? It's supposed to be battle ready... Hearing Rayna say that "We next find those Catapult scum and throw stuff at their windows" Victor had to wonder Are Catapult petty enough to steal my arm? Well they were pretty angry... damn those bastards. Grabbing some clean clothes out of his bag took longer than Victor expected, he continued trying to use his right arm. Finally dressed in a bright orange t-shirt and pale blue shorts Victor caught up to the rest of his team muttering to himself "Those bastards probably think that I can't fight without it, won't they be in for a shock when I get my hand on them!" Tugging at his empty right sleeve Victor felt unbalanced and annoyed. With frustration rising he had to speak up "Hey fearless leader! Any chance we can find Catapult any sooner? I have some things I want to ask them!"</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Infirmary As Gren explained the situation, mostly for Shiro's benefit Sapphire got a clearer picture of what was going on. Not about the fight, Sapphire was well aware of what had happened in the tunnel though Gren's rendition made her out to be more of a hero than was strictly accurate. He spoke as if taking out the combat mech's main weapons was some sort of death defying risk but as those weapons were incapable of locking onto Sapphire thanks to her semblance till seconds before she started ripping them to pieces the risk had not really been her own. Sapphire realized as Gren continued to speak that he felt guilty about the outcome of the battle. Somehow he'd managed to convince himself that the end product had been his fault not hers. It explained the cake, the celebration but quite frankly the notion was ridiculous. She'd collapsed the tunnel, she'd failed to escape. Her injuries were the fault of no one but herself. However she wasn't likely to argue that point to anyone or even admit it to be true. On Gren's part it was known as Survivor's Guilt, the one that escapes a dangerous situation unharmed feels responsible for those that did not. Sapphire decided that wasn't something she should mess with. Of course she easily could, pushing those particular buttons was easy but the line between guilt and grief was a thin one and she didn't have the right to be messing with either. It was best she just let it be, the last thing that anyone in Gren's position wanted was someone telling them it wasn't their fault. It was best just to let some time pass and after a while what he considered his failure wouldn't be such a big deal anymore. Gren helped Shiro back into his bed and prepared his IV tube. He seemed ready to do the same for Sapphire however Sapphire was long past the point where anyone got to tell her when she needed to go to bed or have someone tuck her in. Rather than take the bed whose blankets Gren had been kind enough to put back on Sapphire very firmed sat herself down in one of the visitor's chairs as Gren finished his speech. She was starting to feel inadequate as a leader despite his looks Gren seemed to know a lot more about what they needed than she did. As if to expound on that point Abel fired something that sounded like an ancient proverb at him. Sapphire looked at him, rolling her eyes. "Thank you very much for that piece of fortune cookie wisdom Fulgurate." She inclined her head in a mock bow. Had she been less damaged she likely would have stood up and gone for a full curtsy but she didn't think her ribs or her ankle could handle that right now. Sapphire first became aware that something was wrong with Shiro (or at least something more wrong than she'd previously noticed) when she heard the splat of his cake hitting the floor. At first she thought he was merely clumsy, leaving her considering what a waste of perfectly good chocolate cake that was but it became apparent very quickly that something else was wrong. First as Shiro collapsed out of bed clawing his way towards various things. He looked like a blind man. What really worried her was when started to paw at his weapons. By the time he got to violently ripping his hospital gown to shreds and dawning his battle gear Sapphire had moved into action. Even with a sprained ankle she was relatively fast. She didn't go to Shiro's side, which would have been useless. Whatever was wrong had clearly gone way beyond talking him down. Sapphire made a beeline for the storage cupboard in the rear of the infirmary that held the various medical supplies that Beacon's hospital staff might require at any given time. She tore it open. Unfortunately there were any number of very small bottles, all nearly identical. She ran through name after name till she found what she was looking for, a tranquilizer. If they were going to be of any help to Shiro at all first they needed him to calm down. This was the best solution. He'd be much calmer after being sedated. Sapphire retrieved a needle from a nearby drawer and used it to draw out a small dose of the tranquilizer. It should be enough to knock him out for a few hours but there shouldn't be any lasting effects. She limped back to where there group was congregated at a surprising speed given that one of her feet couldn't take her full weight. By the time Sapphire returned Shiro was curled up in a corner looking for all intents and purposes like a caged animal. Just as Sapphire got there Shiro made a break for the window hopping to the ground and out of site. The battle wasn't over yet. Sapphire looked out the window in the direction Shiro had fled then down at the ground beneath it. It would take too long to make it there by exiting the building. Sapphire looked down again gauging distanced. It was fifteen maybe twenty feet to the ground, soft landing. In her full form she could make the jump easily. Sapphire glanced down at her chest where she could feel the steady pulse of a large bruise cause by a broken rib. She conceded defeat. In her condition the jump would likely put so much strain on her rib that it would tear muscles, it could do all kinds of damaged, punctured lung, maybe even spinal damage, not to mention the havoc a fall from this height would wreck on her already damaged ankle. With some difficulty Sapphire backed off from the window, as much as she hated relying on other people now was the time. Shiro was a member of her team, she was the leader which meant if anything happened to him she would be held responsible. If a member of her team ran from the infirmary in the middle of the night and they didn't take every effort to find him she could forget about being a Huntress, she'd never be allowed to return to Beacon. She looked at both Abel and Gren. "I-I can't chase him, not like I am now. You're going to have to go after him." Sapphire shoved the needle into Gren's hand. "That's a common sedative usually used by vets. The infirmary keeps a stock of it cause it's more effective on faunus than other types. If he'd still acting like he was just now when you find him, dose him, it should keep him under for a couple of hours." Based on what he did to his IV tube at least some of that breakdown likely had to do with a phobia of hospitals. "Something tells me he doesn't like hospitals, probably some bad memories..." it wasn't like she didn't have her own unpleasant experiences regarding hospitals, they were just too sterile, you never could shake that smell. "When you catch him, it would be better he not have to come back here, the dorms should be set up by now and as far as I know he doesn't need any more physical med help." She was not going to bring up the fact that he needed serious psychological help. That could wait for another time when seconds didn't count. "He ran west, towards the dorms and the mess hall." Sapphire couldn't be completely sure given that she didn't know Shiro too well but his reaction were not dissimilar to her own when she suffered a panic attack caused by her own fear of drowning. She couldn't say for certain but it was an educated guess. "If I'm right he's going to head for somewhere open, somewhere he can see the sky, lots of trees, grass that sort of thing. And he won't be able to get far. He might've looked alright but he'd not, if his injuries don't get him exhaustion will. He won't be too far, now get going. We're on the clock." She added as an afterthought. "Set you scrolls up on conference call so I'm in the loop."</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly As Marcus headed over to the bed on the far left of the room, Oswald followed, falling back onto the bed next to his leader's and sighing blissfully. "Well, boss, I'm an easy enough guy to deal with, I think. A roof over my head is just about enough to keep me happy. Stay outta my bags, don't get us killed and treat people like people, and we'll get along famously." Stretching his arms out and wincing when his wrist didn't cooperate, he groaned. "Damned wrist. I'm lucky I'm right-handed. At least I can get along with that much." Looking over to the bathroom door, he screwed up his face. "Not sure I like the look that girl gave us when she went in. Almost like she half expected us to do it. Maybe even wanted it, a little, just so she could have an excuse to make trouble. Whatever, let her have her shower. I'll go last." Thinking back on a few of the camps he'd made in the past, Oswald wanted to laugh. This was living in the lap of luxury compared to home. He couldn't keep a smile off his face as he remembered a few of the people he'd left behind. He wondered whether he'd see any of them again.</s>
<\|description\|>Oswald Connoly Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Trepination Blade Not only will this sword ruin your day with its impossibly sharp edges or if you're-gods forbid-stabbed by it, it can focus and fire a steady beam of energy through its length and out its tip when powered with Dust. The scabbard for the sword is a bright red, and tapers with the blade. It has since been upgraded to include the ability to mecha-shift into a katar. Shield Specialty: Up Close and Personal. Oswald's semblance is obviously most useful for this style of combat, as it prevents enemies that excel at range from getting to a viable range from him, so long as he can get within fifty feet of them. As he wields a sword and shield, Oswald is capable of both a bruiser role and a tank role. So long as he's in his opponent's face, he's comfortable fighting in whatever manner is appropriate for the situation. When he attacks, Oswald is ruthless, leaving no openings, and even using his shield as a weapon at times to keep himself from giving his enemy an opportunity to attack. On the defensive, he becomes a fortress, blocking with both sword and shield, refusing to give up any ground. Semblance: Closer- Oswald can instantly close the distance between himself and another living creature (Grimm or no) within fifty feet of him, moving from wherever he is to about four feet from his target. Personality: "Speak Softly and Carry a Big Stick." Oswald is a friendly enough guy when he's with friends or allies, and he tries to keep the peace whenever fights break out. He tries to be the first on the scene, and acts as an enforcer to make sure things don't get crazy. If a fight does happen to break out, he'll try to bring it to an end before anybody gets seriously hurt. He strongly favors the diplomatic option when available. If someone makes it clear that that option isn't available, though...well, he breaks out the big stick. Color: Onyx Emblem: A heavily damaged dark stone tower, with a small white figure standing proudly atop it. Emblem Appearance: Oswald stands at about 5'10" tall, weighs in at a mean 220 pounds, and sports a pair of dull brown eyes topped by a short head of dark black hair. He typically wears a heavy red cloak with onyx pauldrons over a pair of black pants and a white collared shirt. Under his cloak, he has a pair of onyx steel gauntlets, a dark red canvas brigandine and wears a pair of dark black greaves under his pants. He's rather light-skinned, and his face has a small scar under his nose that goes through his lip diagonally. As for shoes, he always wears a pair of black work boots. Oswald</s> <\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein "Dibs on the shower. Enter at your own peril." Diamond challenged them in a tone completely lost on Marcus. "Noted." the young officer replied, busy with his luggage. Outside of the bare essentials he also brought a collection of books that covered subjects from data on Grimm to engineering to a few pulpy science fiction novels. Next he pulled out a large map of Vale and the surrounding lands. "Well, boss, I'm an easy enough guy to deal with, I think. A roof over my head is just about enough to keep me happy. Stay outta my bags, don't get us killed and treat people like people, and we'll get along famously." Oswald told him from where the warrior lay on a bed. "Very well, I shall try to meet your standards." Marcus said sincerely. He very intentionally made no promises. His people skills were poor and he knew it. "Damned wrist. I'm lucky I'm right-handed. At least I can get along with that much." Marcus grunted in agreement as he eyeballed the map and the wall next to the door, unsure if it would fit. Looking over to the bathroom door, Oswald screwed up his face. "Not sure I like the look that girl gave us when she went in. Almost like she half expected us to do it. Maybe even wanted it, a little, just so she could have an excuse to make trouble. Whatever, let her have her shower. I'll go last." he continued. "You know, I could always take one for the team and take up her offer. Gods know that you prudes wouldn't. For the Glory of Team Moderation, of course." Aurellius spoke up. He had been silent all the way up to the room outside of a few heavy breaths or sighs, Marcus could not tell which. Marcus made a note to check if a Datura released some form of aerosolized poison, he had no intention of coming down with 'bronchitis the dark evil on steroids version'. "Be patient and you can get all the looks you want. Grimm don't wait for people to get dressed, so any showers out in the field will have to have a sentry." Marcus said flatly. A simple fact of life drilled into him at an early age was that survival trumped the standard 'city slicker' social mores. Gender never factored into things like the aforementioned sentry duty, you kept each other alive first and foremost. He had started to fiddle with some pins to get the map up, however the little brass tacks barely found purchase in the hard wall. Behind him Diamond entered the room again. "Hey boss, when's the wake up call?" Diamond called out. "Breakfast opens at seven hundred, first lessons at eight oh clock sharp. Oh, and they apparently have a limited amount of 'good stuff' for breakfast so arriving early was advised." Marcus replied while he pulled out a nailgun from his belt. Some high impact engineering later, the map was firmly in place. There, fixed. He grimaced a bit as he saw that his last few bags should have been sent to the garage instead of the team's room. Logistical screw ups, the eternal nemesis of those who used a lot of spare parts. "Right then, I have to get this stuff to the garage and I want to get some maintenance done before sleep. Goodnight, incase you are already asleep by the time I get back." he said as he lifted the bags over his shoulder.</s> <\|message\|>Seilber Vulpez Seilber stood on the stage under the lights, jittering. This wasn't right. Damnit! The last thing she needed was the spotlight on her! So much for keeping a low profile... She sighed inwardly. I'll just have to turn this to my advantage, she decided silently. At the same time, she could understand why. Indigo was good especially in a fight. There was a competitive edge to him, and something else more... And he was something of a hothead, a berserker. It made him strong, powerful in battle. She caught the whiff of anger off of Indigo, a mixture of sweat, pheromones, and blood. Moving quickly she followed him, gesturing for the rest of them to come with, slithering through the crowd. Seilber chewed her lower lip in apprehension. In the field out there, she'd just been trying to keep herself and those around her alive while they worked through the Exam. Indigo had wanted to charge in, guns blazing. And while that might have worked with simpler prey, the Ariadne they'd been up against were not so easily dealt with. They turned the very ground and area where they were into deadly traps, making it virtually impossible to get around without moving carefully. Working with Viviane, both of them using their bow weaponry, they had rained down hell and problems upon their foes. Using the special bolts in the crossbow they had erected barriers, and turned the spider's own sticky situations back on them. They had used warp gates to evade or maneuver when needed. Seilber's Dust based attacks had spewed fire, burning webs and spiders like nothing, while explosive forces ripped spiderlings apart. Viv's lifesight had told them where attacks were going to come from, kept them out of ambushes, and shown them where to shoot before they could even see the targets directly. Ineko's suit had given them the strength and speed to tear through some webs with little issue, and had allowed him to go toe to toe with the massive spiders. Lightning had been his ally as he had become something of an overgrown bug zapper when they were there. Indigo had the short to midrange firepower, and the ability to spread his damage out or focus it. His 'hatchets' of a sort had hacked off more than a few spider legs, and he'd been able to use that barrier power of his to his advantage. Until Seilber had started directing her partner, he'd been focused mostly on his own things. As she re-analyzed what happened while following Indie, it dawned on her more why she had been chosen. Sure he was a great fighter, but for now he was in it for himself. His ego, his pride. He was trying hard to be the best, instead of being the best he could be. There was little care for anybody he worked with. She had an optimist, and a naive girl to look after, as well. "Indigo," she said quietly as they had drawn away from the crowd, looking up at him. Her honey colored eyes seemed to glitter just a bit in the dim interior. "I would, but I've got to get my stuff moved. Class tomorrow too." Seeing Indi storm off from the stage had been a little upsetting. It seemed that the decision by the staff would likely be final. "I… I'm .." She sputtered a little. She wanted to apologize, that was clear, but at the same time, she wasn't sure she should. Things were kind of off to a bumpy start there. Really it wasn't even her fault. It wasn't like she'd shot for taking that slot. "All I can do right now is get a move on." Glancing at the rest of the team nearby, she tilted her head a little. "We'll figure it out together. I'll be at our assigned dorm room, if you wanna talk." With that, she turned to slowly head toward the dorms. Thankfully most of her stuff was still in her rocket locker.</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson sighed loudly as he relaxed in the tub letting all his aching muscles relax in the hot water. After a few good minutes of soaking Greyson grabbed a towel and dried himself off before changing into some pajama pants and a shirt so he could get some sleep soon. Greyson left the bathroom and went over to his space and started to decorate it. Mainly by painting the walls around his bed with washable spray paint, He used his time to draw a heart with wings one side devil and the other angel but both bleeding from barbed wire around it. Greyson would happily draw anything the others wanted in their spaces if asked since painting was one of the things Greyson was good at even before he couldn't walk. Although right now Greyson was feeling a bit peekish for some burgers or something to get in his stomach so he could finish drawing...</s> <\|message\|>Victor Glade Victor was managing a good pace, he'd adjusted for his missing arm and his stride had lost it's stagger, he was catching up and feeling rather good about it. When Rayna started dropping back Victor was slightly offended thinking Why is she dropping back? There is no need to check on me! I'm missing an arm not a leg, I can do this! "Hey, Victor buddy, good ol' Vic, Vic my old pal..." This is weird, is she that concerned about my lack of an arm? Do I seriously look that incompetent? "I was trying to wake you up and I shook your arm and it fell off and I didn't know what to do and I was a little freaked that I pulled your arm off and I might have lost it... maybe?" Victor continued jogging for a few seconds, smiling and waiting for the punchline. As he realised none was coming the smile slowly became less cheery. Victor Wanted to scream at Rayna, yell at the top of his lungs and kick up a fuss, but realising nothing good would come of it he bottled it up, buried it deep, and continued to smile, slightly slowing his jog. "Rayna... you are telling me that you removed my arm, by accident of course, and managed to lose it? A prosthetic arm that is... well the size of an arm and is a bit heavier than one..." Victor had to pause, he felt his temper rising and had to take a deep breath before continuing on. "How, Rayna? How did you lose it? Please explain this to me like I am seven. My arm falls off, you are naturally shocked and didn't know what to do. I understand that part, but this next bit is where I get confused. The part where my ARM goes missing. You see it fall off and what? How does it go from being on the floor, or in your hand or whatever to being lost? Are you so shocked that you throw it out the window?..." Finally stopping altogether Victor couldn't stop himself from asking "You didn't throw it out the window... right?" sounding more like a plea than an actual question.</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Marcus's comment about sentry duty and showers made Oswald chuckle a bit. "You got that right, boss. Can't tell you how many guys got a shiner for peeping back at home." He wondered how often they'd actually be outside of the school grounds: he couldn't imagine the Academy letting first-year students with little to no actual combat experience out very often. Yes, there had been the test, but considering the number of injuries the students had suffered against their enemies, he doubted there would be frequent excursions any time soon. It seemed they were being advised to wake up early for breakfast. Oswald figured about six in the morning would be good. Once their other teammate was showered, he'd follow and then go to sleep. Not much left to do this day, after all.</s>
<\|description\|>Oswald Connoly Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Trepination Blade Not only will this sword ruin your day with its impossibly sharp edges or if you're-gods forbid-stabbed by it, it can focus and fire a steady beam of energy through its length and out its tip when powered with Dust. The scabbard for the sword is a bright red, and tapers with the blade. It has since been upgraded to include the ability to mecha-shift into a katar. Shield Specialty: Up Close and Personal. Oswald's semblance is obviously most useful for this style of combat, as it prevents enemies that excel at range from getting to a viable range from him, so long as he can get within fifty feet of them. As he wields a sword and shield, Oswald is capable of both a bruiser role and a tank role. So long as he's in his opponent's face, he's comfortable fighting in whatever manner is appropriate for the situation. When he attacks, Oswald is ruthless, leaving no openings, and even using his shield as a weapon at times to keep himself from giving his enemy an opportunity to attack. On the defensive, he becomes a fortress, blocking with both sword and shield, refusing to give up any ground. Semblance: Closer- Oswald can instantly close the distance between himself and another living creature (Grimm or no) within fifty feet of him, moving from wherever he is to about four feet from his target. Personality: "Speak Softly and Carry a Big Stick." Oswald is a friendly enough guy when he's with friends or allies, and he tries to keep the peace whenever fights break out. He tries to be the first on the scene, and acts as an enforcer to make sure things don't get crazy. If a fight does happen to break out, he'll try to bring it to an end before anybody gets seriously hurt. He strongly favors the diplomatic option when available. If someone makes it clear that that option isn't available, though...well, he breaks out the big stick. Color: Onyx Emblem: A heavily damaged dark stone tower, with a small white figure standing proudly atop it. Emblem Appearance: Oswald stands at about 5'10" tall, weighs in at a mean 220 pounds, and sports a pair of dull brown eyes topped by a short head of dark black hair. He typically wears a heavy red cloak with onyx pauldrons over a pair of black pants and a white collared shirt. Under his cloak, he has a pair of onyx steel gauntlets, a dark red canvas brigandine and wears a pair of dark black greaves under his pants. He's rather light-skinned, and his face has a small scar under his nose that goes through his lip diagonally. As for shoes, he always wears a pair of black work boots. Oswald</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "I'll be happy to relieve you of any money you don't guard well enough, be careful what you wish for." Diamond sung with a blatantly fake innocent smile. She gave Aurelius another acknowledging grunt when he talked about Semblances being a cheat. "It's something else in a controlled environment too. I like time to plan and environment to make a stealthy approach. You got none of that in an arena and only a fool fights on someone else's or even terms." When the object of the conversation turned to her semblance, she had to chuckle. She regarded Aurelius through narrowed eyes and with a knowing smile. "Someone's strying to find out weaknesses for the next matches already. But, very well, I suppose the two of you should know. Team synergy and all, blah blah." she said and bit on the last of her fries before getting up. "Fantasy's the limit-" she said, snapping her fingers and causing her cane to slowly form from her own shadow, making the source visible in the otherwise nearly instantaneous process. "As long as it isn't heavier than me and I can keep in touch with it." Diamond continued the explanation and dropped it, the cane instantly vanishing in a puff of black particles. "Best part is, I retain a degree of control over it, I can give a hit some extra force - at the cost of aura of course - but it also allows me to do stuff like this!" she said as she grabbed the tray with her used dishes. Diamond put one of her feet in front of her, but instead of stepping on the ground, a black platform seemingly floating in the air appeared beneath her boot. With every step further she rose as if ascending the stairs, before leveling above the heads of the crowd. She crossed the whole mess hall like this all the way to the window where she dumped the dishes. She made her way back on the ground and retook her seat, reaching into her pocket for a handkerchief and wiping a few droplets of sweat form her forehead. "That took a bit more than I'd like, but you get the idea. How about you?"</s> <\|message\|>Indigo Kafka As Indi continued to slurp down spaghetti and water, he was astounded at Ivan's description of history. "Not so good at the history, though. Listening to the recounting of dead people doing dead things isn't really my cup o' tea." He said, and Indi just couldn't comprehend. History was conflict! War, and generals, and Grimm, and politics, it was all just a bunch of people fighting. That was so cool! How Ivan could not see it was dumb. But, whatever, some people had opinions, and he had to accept that sometimes he was the only guy with good taste. "I was holding back, obviously. Doesn't make for a good show if I display all my tricks on the first day." Ivan explained. So many Johns, dude. What was the point of a damn fight if you didn't give it your all? Ivan was probably just talking big. Merlin was a caster too, he wasn't some massive hulk like Gren with a semblance that was, essentially cheating. Indi had an excuse to tie, even if he could have fought better. Ivan didn't. Ivan then had the guts to insult his opponent even after it was proven they were equals. Indi shook his head in annoyance; This guy was kind of an asshole. Ineko then greeted them (what the hell is with all these I names?) with a simple acknowledgement of their names. While doing that fries sandwich thing that made the sandwich taste much better, Ineko said something that was an odd mix of pessimistic and optimistic. "First day of class gents, and we're not dead yet. I'd say so far it's going pretty good." He commented, in between bites of his Chicken-Fry sandwich. "Pity I never got to see either you or the foxy lady's fights. We may know each other's names, but we haven't been formally introduced." Ivan spoke, sparking up conversation. That reminded him, he needed to ask Ineko something. After shaking Ivan's hand and responding with his own introduction. "Indigo Kafka, working to be the best fighter. Ever." Indi turned to Ineko while chugging some water. "Speaking of fights, why'd you throw yours? I mean, might as well try, right?" He asked, a hint of disappointment in his voice. "I mean, I would have won if I had a little less aura, Ivan would have won if he wasn't 'holding back'." Indi said, adding emphasis on 'holding back' as to accentuate that he didn't really believe Ivan. "And Seibs won! Your whole team is pretty decent, at least. I'm sure you would've put up a great fight." He lied. He wasn't sure Ineko would have done so great against Jayden due to his suit's bulk. Still he should have at least tried. "By the way, can you remind me to whoop that douche Rakim's ass?" He added afterwards, remembering his friend's fight.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Cafeteria Sapphire started to eat her food. Starting with the apples. Diamond either didn't hear her questions regarding foster care or more likely chose to ignore it. That kind of childhood couldn't have been pleasant and Sapphire thought she likely didn't want to be reminded of it. After this the conversation turned to the mornings combat class and the functions of each persons semblance. Both Diamond and Aurelius seemed to regard the others semblance as cheating. While the same could be said of Sapphire's the azure haired girl found this incredibly funny, a condescending smile forming on her lips. "I notice that the only people who seem to think their opponent was cheating were the ones that lost." She said putting extra emphasis on the last word. It was foolish to think of anything as cheating. In a real fight whether it was with Grimm or others they would do whatever it took to win victory regardless of if it was honorable or fair. If you relied on your opponent fighting fair you would lose every time. The only thing you could do was pull every trick you had available and hope it was enough. Sapphire had to admit though that Diamond's semblance was pretty impressive. While her own was more subtle Diamond's was an enormous boon in a fight. The talk of semblances got her thinking, she'd not seen Oswald use his in there fight. Sure he'd pulled all kinds of tricks, and tactics but nothing that could be regarded as a semblance. "Hey Oswald," She said looking at him "I never got to see it in our match. What's your semblance?"</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson sighed as his matched finished and he felt bad for talking to the guy the way he did which made him sound like an ass. Greyson wanted to say sorry but he didn't want to admit that he was better or anything because his problem went away. Greyson just hoped that later on they could be friends down the road. Greyson went back to his teammates and he followed them to the other classes they had to take like math and Daniel obviously sounded like he didn't like it and Greyson couldn't blame him since Greyson sucked at it to. Then it went to lunch and Daniel said it was a hell of a first day and Greyson nodded "no joke, at least this day turned out interesting for a first day of class. honestly I felt bad about what I said to that guy during the match I wish I could apologize but I don't know how I would say it" Greyson said softly as he got a pizza and some bread to eat for his lunch</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery Priscilla couldn't help but to blush as she got out of the arena. Wow, she couldn't believe that her fighting partner would have done that to her! Uhh, how mad was she at her! Darn her! Grrrrrr! Priscilla looked around now seeing Robert walking to her, her face turned red as he suddenly got up close. Yup, he saw what happened.... especially when she was raised upside down. "Look. If you are going to laugh at me or something. Get it over with. Seriously..! Alright?! Gosh!" the pink haired girl said shaking her head but then stopped seeing that Robert was actually there to comfort her.. he did ask if she was alright. "....I'm sorry.. I just thought you would laugh..." she said walking closer to Robert and laying her head on his shoulder. "How much did you look when I was upside dow-..!" now the bell rang. "Oh.." Priscilla sighed looking at the others, as they all headed to class. Robert and her team were there also. And she was sitting next to Daniel. Great. Now Math was ended and they had history. Then history was ended and now it was lunch time. -FI.NA.LLY- SOMETHING that Priscilla loves to do, eating. All she wanted to also do was remove the image of what happened to her in the fight. Priscilla walked to the line and grabbed herself a ham and cheese sandwhich, bannana and a bottle of water. She sat down on a table with her team looking at Daniel as he spoke. She shrugged. "Today was...whatever, I guess.." Priscilla didn't want to even speak about her fight, so she opened her bottle of water and took a sip.</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald just shook his head at Aurellius and Diamond's antics. He'd have to learn to get used to those two soon enough. At least he wasn't the only one who wasn't very well-versed in the academic side of things. He found himself nodding along with Sapphire when she described fighting as an art form. "I agree, fighting is an art. That's why they're called martial arts. Everybody has their own style that can suit them perfectly if they train and hone their skills while they can. But that said, not everybody is fit for art." Having said his piece, Oswald simply continued eating his meal, listening to the conversation about Semblances, trying to remember everything he could. Jack, Aurellius's opponent, had a kind of extreme speed as his Semblance, where Diamond's opponent Mokuren was able to reflect Diamond's attack back at her. It was when Sapphire asked him about his own Semblance that Oswald stopped. It took him a moment to decide whether he should tell her, but ultimately he decided against it. There was no point in hiding it and getting his ass beat, only to reveal it later. "Sorry Sapphire, but if you want to see my Semblance, fight me again when I can use both arms, and when that rib of yours is healed." He said it with a smile, and meant it. Their second fight would be what really counted, when both were in good physical condition. This first fight had been good to judge their abilities, but with debilitating injuries to both, there was no way to tell which fighter really was 'better'.</s>
<\|description\|>Oswald Connoly Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Trepination Blade Not only will this sword ruin your day with its impossibly sharp edges or if you're-gods forbid-stabbed by it, it can focus and fire a steady beam of energy through its length and out its tip when powered with Dust. The scabbard for the sword is a bright red, and tapers with the blade. It has since been upgraded to include the ability to mecha-shift into a katar. Shield Specialty: Up Close and Personal. Oswald's semblance is obviously most useful for this style of combat, as it prevents enemies that excel at range from getting to a viable range from him, so long as he can get within fifty feet of them. As he wields a sword and shield, Oswald is capable of both a bruiser role and a tank role. So long as he's in his opponent's face, he's comfortable fighting in whatever manner is appropriate for the situation. When he attacks, Oswald is ruthless, leaving no openings, and even using his shield as a weapon at times to keep himself from giving his enemy an opportunity to attack. On the defensive, he becomes a fortress, blocking with both sword and shield, refusing to give up any ground. Semblance: Closer- Oswald can instantly close the distance between himself and another living creature (Grimm or no) within fifty feet of him, moving from wherever he is to about four feet from his target. Personality: "Speak Softly and Carry a Big Stick." Oswald is a friendly enough guy when he's with friends or allies, and he tries to keep the peace whenever fights break out. He tries to be the first on the scene, and acts as an enforcer to make sure things don't get crazy. If a fight does happen to break out, he'll try to bring it to an end before anybody gets seriously hurt. He strongly favors the diplomatic option when available. If someone makes it clear that that option isn't available, though...well, he breaks out the big stick. Color: Onyx Emblem: A heavily damaged dark stone tower, with a small white figure standing proudly atop it. Emblem Appearance: Oswald stands at about 5'10" tall, weighs in at a mean 220 pounds, and sports a pair of dull brown eyes topped by a short head of dark black hair. He typically wears a heavy red cloak with onyx pauldrons over a pair of black pants and a white collared shirt. Under his cloak, he has a pair of onyx steel gauntlets, a dark red canvas brigandine and wears a pair of dark black greaves under his pants. He's rather light-skinned, and his face has a small scar under his nose that goes through his lip diagonally. As for shoes, he always wears a pair of black work boots. Oswald</s> <\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Ivan was quite happy with both handshakes, and returned to his meal with renewed vigor as the conversation shifted to the fights mentioned earlier. To his credit, it appeared he was as thick-skinned as he was arrogant, and the sarcasm in Indigo's tone about the gunslinger's lack of effort flew directly over his head. But then the problem with Ineko's fight was brought up. Ivan had been preparing for his own combat when the drone-master was called into battle, and had automatically assumed a quick knockout had prevailed, not some cowardly refusal to fight. Ivan frowned and began to mull over the correct answer to this shocking development as an univolved girl managed to stick her head into the conversation at the worst possible time and begin to lecture with insults spread throughout. Her points were valid, of course. Humans and faunus lost their way in the fight against the evil Grimm all the time, and it wasn't unheard of for the criminal scum of the underworld to get bright ideas about using their aura as a weapon against the authority of the government(And by proxy, the Hunters and Huntresses). But Ineko was his partner, and that meant he already had more of a bond with the drone-slinging man than some random chick who thought she could talk trash. That meant it was time for a lecture of his own(He flat out at ignored the other woman's calm and correct answers, this was something that he'd deal with, not an unrelated party.). Ivan reached over as Sapphire finished her degrading speech and tapped her on the shoulder, mimicking her actions from a few moments prior. "Oi, you. Yeah, the bland looking one with the shotguns. Lay off my partner." Ivan snapped his fingers in front of her face to make sure he had her full attention, almost as if he was talking to a dog. "I get that you are the resident authority on fighting people that aren't your primary enemy. I do, really. I mean, look at how your team treats you. One night and they already can't stand simply sitting near ya!" He smirked, quite pleased with his own wit. As Shiro impacted and proclaimed that the meat was open to everyone, Ivan's obnoxiously confident grin only grew wider. "See, lookit that! Meat by Team Swansong! Already going behind your back."</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Cafeteria Sapphire felt slightly nauseated seeing what Aurellius did to his hand. While she didn't have a particular dislike of blood or guts, in fact they weren't really an unusual sight for her, the image of the boy digging into his own arm with a carefree nonchalant look on his face was enough to make her puke. Thankfully she was able to fight down the gag reflect and soon enough Diamond had the wound covered with her handkerchief which Sapphire was glad off. Diamond quickly changed the subject, Sapphire guessed no one really wanted to dwell on what exactly Aurellius had just done to himself. The view that Diamond took of a Huntress's job was an incredibly narrow one. Sure they were both trained and expect to fight the Grimm but that wasn't all they could or would do in there careers. "If your sitting eating lunch with us is any indication the police aren't exactly effective. Tell me what would happen if someone as skilled as Goodwitch decided that the laws didn't apply to them anymore. Just took what they wanted, whenever they wanted. You think the police could deal with that? No of course not. They'd send another Hunter or Huntress to deal with the problem and that is precisely why we need to know how to fight humans cause the number of people who actually know how to use there auras and there semblance isn't exactly limited to those attending Beacon. And for the record a cops salary is a pittance compared to what Hunters make." Sapphire had apparently run afoul of the partner to the boy she'd called simple. He was a bigger guy, she could take him down pretty easily given how slow he was and after watching his sparring match how uncompromising of tactics he'd been. No matter what had happened all he had done was shoot at his opponent even with the arena exploding around him. She thought his name was Ivan. Sapphire could have drawn her gun on him easy, it wouldn't have been particularly difficult but she'd already resolved to give her rib at least a weeks rest and besides some loud mouth who thought that victory just naturally belonged to him wasn't really worth her time. She shrugged nonchalantly at his accusation that her teammates wanted nothing to do with her. It was true enough, her first impression hadn't exactly been exemplary and it wasn't like she really cared in the first place. "So I'm not naturally gifted with social grace. At least I can do more than just fire my gun over and over and over again without considering that my opponent might actually adapt to that tactic. By the way I really enjoyed your fight watching you get smacked around by someone half your weight was the biggest laugh I've had in a good long while." Sapphire could have said a lot more on the matter but she was interrupted when a large white object came flying through the air aimed directly at there table. Sapphire didn't have time to register exactly who or what it was, the moment it made contact with the Sapphire slapped her wrist bracelets together activating Morpheus and Phobator, which she'd retrieved after sparring class. The second the object was down Sapphire realized it was a person and aimed for a weak spot closest to her. She grabbed the person's arm applying Morpheus directly to the wrist just over a major vein. It was then she looked up and realized who it was. Sapphire sat back down in her seat collapsing her daggers back into there leather bands. "Ah fuzzball, you looking to get yourself killed?" Sapphire rolled her eyes. What could she possibly have done in her life that she would be punished with this idiot for a teammate. "If you'd wanted to offer us food you could have, I-don't-know, walked over here and asked like a normal person. Then again your landing looks like it sent everyone's lunches to the floor so we might as well take your leftovers." Sapphire herself had lost the remainder of her milk which was currently pooling in the cracks of the table as well as her sandwiches. Everyone else's lunches were in varying states of disarray. Tiger boy's semblance must have really fried his brain but good to have him thinking that launching himself halfway across the lunch room was in any way a good idea. She turned to look at Ivan who seemed to think that Shiro and the others being generous was somehow a commentary on her being unable to control her team. "Aww, come on Ivy if they want to be generous who am I to stand in the way?"</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald merely watched on with disinterest as everybody around him went on with their business. Some people were arguing about the necessity of learning to fight other people. When Oswald recognized Sapphire's voice, he found himself agreeing with what she said: even questioning why it was necessary was...ridiculous. Idiotic, even. Maybe even as bad as a guy who didn't know what an acute angle was. Frowning, he grunted in displeasure as Aurellius tore his wound open. "God dammit Aurellius, one day and you can't go with making an ass of yourself? Some of those people were trying to eat." Despite his exasperation, he couldn't help but laugh at the others' reactions to the blood and gore. "Though I will admit, that's a hell of a party trick." After Aurellius's display, Diamond also questioned the need for Hunters and Huntresses doing what should have been the job of the police. Again, Sapphire made a retort, but this time things started to get too heated for Oswald's personal tastes. He didn't agree with Diamond, but if she was his team mate, he'd have to stick up for her. "Sapphire, lay off. We all got history, even if it's ugly. I'm sure we've all got blemishes on our souls the rest of the world wouldn't look too kindly on. And I don't understand why salary is even a question here. So long as it's livable, who the fuck cares?" When Shiro landed on the table, scattering the remaining food, Oswald smirked and gave himself a mental pat on the back for finishing quickly. Despite the....absolutely fucking terrible way the offer was presented, Oswald got up and chuckled. "Great, free grub. If it gets me away from the hotheads, I'd gladly eat raw meat." Walking towards Gren and Abel, he hadn't even bothered to look if anybody else was going along with it. Free food was free food.</s>
<\|description\|>Oswald Connoly Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Trepination Blade Not only will this sword ruin your day with its impossibly sharp edges or if you're-gods forbid-stabbed by it, it can focus and fire a steady beam of energy through its length and out its tip when powered with Dust. The scabbard for the sword is a bright red, and tapers with the blade. It has since been upgraded to include the ability to mecha-shift into a katar. Shield Specialty: Up Close and Personal. Oswald's semblance is obviously most useful for this style of combat, as it prevents enemies that excel at range from getting to a viable range from him, so long as he can get within fifty feet of them. As he wields a sword and shield, Oswald is capable of both a bruiser role and a tank role. So long as he's in his opponent's face, he's comfortable fighting in whatever manner is appropriate for the situation. When he attacks, Oswald is ruthless, leaving no openings, and even using his shield as a weapon at times to keep himself from giving his enemy an opportunity to attack. On the defensive, he becomes a fortress, blocking with both sword and shield, refusing to give up any ground. Semblance: Closer- Oswald can instantly close the distance between himself and another living creature (Grimm or no) within fifty feet of him, moving from wherever he is to about four feet from his target. Personality: "Speak Softly and Carry a Big Stick." Oswald is a friendly enough guy when he's with friends or allies, and he tries to keep the peace whenever fights break out. He tries to be the first on the scene, and acts as an enforcer to make sure things don't get crazy. If a fight does happen to break out, he'll try to bring it to an end before anybody gets seriously hurt. He strongly favors the diplomatic option when available. If someone makes it clear that that option isn't available, though...well, he breaks out the big stick. Color: Onyx Emblem: A heavily damaged dark stone tower, with a small white figure standing proudly atop it. Emblem Appearance: Oswald stands at about 5'10" tall, weighs in at a mean 220 pounds, and sports a pair of dull brown eyes topped by a short head of dark black hair. He typically wears a heavy red cloak with onyx pauldrons over a pair of black pants and a white collared shirt. Under his cloak, he has a pair of onyx steel gauntlets, a dark red canvas brigandine and wears a pair of dark black greaves under his pants. He's rather light-skinned, and his face has a small scar under his nose that goes through his lip diagonally. As for shoes, he always wears a pair of black work boots. Oswald</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate A single peek at Shiro's face would have sent anyone but Abel into a fit of laughter. As it was, however, Abel derived no amusement from the shame that his friend felt that he had caused. He moved quickly to reassure him. "You shouldn't feel bad about what you did, buddy. Anyone who faults you for bein' exuberant and generous is an idiot. Relax and have some steak or something." Abel's attention was briefly occupied by the sight of the cafeteria doors swinging wide and admitting four new students. One of them in particular caught his gaze, but he did his best to avoid staring. Funnily enough, the girl with what looked like a red Ursatrap for an arm intrigued him more. What could she have suffered, he thought, eyebrows compressed in an expression of worry, To leave her in a state like that? Regardless, the new arrivals didn't have much time to both grab food and eat. When Abel returned his focus to his own table, he found another pair of people had arrived. Rather, one, a boy with gleaming yellow eyes in an officer's cap, had seated himself, while his slick-looking companion had gotten ticked at Hansen the next bench over, who had apparently asked her for something. As he watched the heavy-set boy rubbing his neck and joking about her to his sister, Abel made a point of remembering not to get on the hatted girl's bad side. "Hey," the guardian replied to the newly-introduced Goldstein, and inclined his head respectfully. Anyone wearing the regalia of a soldier was worthy of esteem in his eyes. Meanwhile, Oswald had been talking, but only now did Abel start listening. "The fox girl? They way she did that kinda rubbed me the wrong way. Can't help but wonder if she can reflect lightening too." He quieted himself, hoping that nobody took the statement out of context as him having ill will against Mokuren. Any enmity he had for her was born out of his respect for hard work; to do nearly nothing to win except use a natural gift, and to be so brazen about it, made Abel upset. As Indigo spoke, Abel considered entering the subject of Sapphire as well, but decided against it. "What do you mean, she'd do well back home?" He asked instead, after several minutes had passed. "Where you come from, is there like a...!" Abel was interrupted by the reverberating peal of the passing bell. Lunch was officially over; it was time to head to the next class. He popped his scroll from his pocket and scanned it briefly. Next class for him was Grimm Studies, which definitely piqued his interest. He stood up, and deposited his garbage into a nearby rolling trash bin. "Bad luck there," he said to Oswald. "Where you headed next? We can talk 'n walk if you like." -=-=- The clamor of the bell barely reached Paron Skaft. He sat at a corner table, hunched over the remains of his self-made lunch, contemplating the way the People Like Grapes soda had settled on the canister's lid. Across from him was the table's only other occupant, the regal Thistle Mallory-Pheasant, known to her only two friends as 'Lady'. Her spirits seemed low as well, for she was very bored, and stroking the iron feathers of her mechanical raven did not mitigate her boredom, so she stared listlessly through the open window as music played in her earbuds. Approaching footsteps notified Paron of the team leader's impending arrival, but it took Kitty clapping a hand on Lady's shoulder to rouse her from her trance. "Pull those out," she hissed. "It's time we got started." Though Kitty's tone was sharp, Paron knew by looking at her face that she wasn't actually mad. In fact, her visage gave off more of an impression of fear than of anger, and she was doing that thing she did when she was upset—flicking her mechanical tail back and forth, and fingering the bottom of her baton. Back when she had a sword, she had done that as well, but not nearly so often as she did nowadays. Paron pushed the thought from his mind. "Tattle-Tala Dei's here. She's talking to the flunkies now, but she wouldn't have left Goodwitch if I hadn't spoken to her." Both girls flashed him an angry look; conversing with any teacher about a subject not directly related to schoolwork wasn't helpful. "Whatever. Get up off your ass and let's go." None of them wanted to listen to Agesander's 'counseling', but off they went, leaving any intention of listening to him behind with their garbage.</s> <\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Ivan made his way over to where he had stashed his weapon after the fight, the school's absolutely massive room filled with rows and rows of rocket-propelled lockers. Leviathan was made of thick slabs of heat-resistant metal, and despite the uses it had as an impromptu club in a fight, made it nearly impossible for him to write or not simply smash anything with the solid block of dark metal resting on his forearm. People who kept their weapons on them at all times had serious paranoia issues. And most certainly those aforementioned issues with classes. Finding his own locker in short order, he pulled open to the door and began to pull on his weaponry in preparation for Armory. The girl's words had cut him deeper than he had expected. Sure, he was awesome, but it didn't matter when his own partner didn't even want the help in the first place. Ivan gritted his teeth. It wasn't Ineko's fault, of course. But he'd be dammed if it didn't seem like the half-robotic boy was actively trying to make his partner's life difficult with that sudden leaving. That only left Sapphire as the cause. The resounding sound of the bell cut through the gunslinger's anger-fueled reverie. He slammed the locker shut behind him with more force than he had intended as the resulting bang echoed around the relatively empty locker room. His ears turned a rather flattering shade of pink as Ivan grumbled something under his breath about 'bloody doors' and made a quick exit, making certain to calm himself as he approached the door to the Armory class. He'd get back at that smarmy little snot yet. Hopefully in the sparring arena. Glaring at the teacher, he nodded stiffly in their direction before he made his way toward the seating area. He grabbed one of the seats close to the front, pulling his gauntlets off to inspect the wear and damage from his fight with Merlin.</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly "I got extremely lucky with my opponent, nothing more. Next time he will probably take sparring more seriously. As for the team, from what I have seen and heard I came up with some points that need emphasising. Things like 'if an attack is going too well you are running into an ambush' for example, preferably with a visceral demonstration on top to really drive the lesson home. Diamond's opponent, we do not really have much to go on. What makes you say it knocked her attack back? I couldn't really tell from the angle was watching what happened exactly. If I was forced to guess Mokuren's ability is either a forcefield of some description or akin to high voltage charge, something that knocks you out as soon as you touch her." Marcus said, then cast a sideways glance at Oswald. "Also, would have done well back home? How so?" he asked curiously. Deciding to answer Marcus and Abel at the same time, even though the bell had just rang, Oswald opened his mouth as he disposed of his refuse. "We were basically Huntsman, though I was only a junior. Worked in teams of eight to compensate for our inexperience and general lack of equipment. I'm on my way to Armory, but we can walk and talk, I don't mind. Living as far away from Vale as we did, we had to make due with what we could, and that wasn't much. My original weapon wasn't nearly as advanced as the Trepanation Blade I use now. Only reason I was allowed to actually make something like this was because I'd been accepted to Beacon." Shrugging, he continued his explanation. "Sapphire would have done well because she has skill, and she's tougher than she looks. This shield of mine has cracked Ursae skulls, but she handled it like a champ. We could've used kids like her. It was tough on a lot of the softer folks. We trained from about 12, seeing actual Grimm at about 14 or 15. Nothing crazy, usually the leftovers or the few that made it too close for comfort. Yesterday was my first injury in the field, and my first time fighting anything like a Datura. Beacon puts a lot of faith in its students, but part of that is likely because they can afford us getting hurt. Back home, an injury like this would have meant that the rest of my team was at risk every day they went out. I took the heaviest hits and came out mostly unharmed, but Sapphire works on the basis of Not Being Hit. When it comes down to it, she has the upper hand any time we go head-to-head, at least until I learn how she works. The problem with her style is that people can adapt, and a few hits will break her like any Grimm. Sorry for rambling."</s>
<\|description\|>Oswald Connoly Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Trepination Blade Not only will this sword ruin your day with its impossibly sharp edges or if you're-gods forbid-stabbed by it, it can focus and fire a steady beam of energy through its length and out its tip when powered with Dust. The scabbard for the sword is a bright red, and tapers with the blade. It has since been upgraded to include the ability to mecha-shift into a katar. Shield Specialty: Up Close and Personal. Oswald's semblance is obviously most useful for this style of combat, as it prevents enemies that excel at range from getting to a viable range from him, so long as he can get within fifty feet of them. As he wields a sword and shield, Oswald is capable of both a bruiser role and a tank role. So long as he's in his opponent's face, he's comfortable fighting in whatever manner is appropriate for the situation. When he attacks, Oswald is ruthless, leaving no openings, and even using his shield as a weapon at times to keep himself from giving his enemy an opportunity to attack. On the defensive, he becomes a fortress, blocking with both sword and shield, refusing to give up any ground. Semblance: Closer- Oswald can instantly close the distance between himself and another living creature (Grimm or no) within fifty feet of him, moving from wherever he is to about four feet from his target. Personality: "Speak Softly and Carry a Big Stick." Oswald is a friendly enough guy when he's with friends or allies, and he tries to keep the peace whenever fights break out. He tries to be the first on the scene, and acts as an enforcer to make sure things don't get crazy. If a fight does happen to break out, he'll try to bring it to an end before anybody gets seriously hurt. He strongly favors the diplomatic option when available. If someone makes it clear that that option isn't available, though...well, he breaks out the big stick. Color: Onyx Emblem: A heavily damaged dark stone tower, with a small white figure standing proudly atop it. Emblem Appearance: Oswald stands at about 5'10" tall, weighs in at a mean 220 pounds, and sports a pair of dull brown eyes topped by a short head of dark black hair. He typically wears a heavy red cloak with onyx pauldrons over a pair of black pants and a white collared shirt. Under his cloak, he has a pair of onyx steel gauntlets, a dark red canvas brigandine and wears a pair of dark black greaves under his pants. He's rather light-skinned, and his face has a small scar under his nose that goes through his lip diagonally. As for shoes, he always wears a pair of black work boots. Oswald</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost The class was filling up and everybody seemed to be in good mood. No wonder, it was the first period after lunch! Nothing was worse than trying to pay attention on an empty stomach. That, and it was everyone's favorite subject, the Grimm studies! Prof. Port cleared his throat when the bell rang, and the class fell silent. "Good afternoon class!" he greeted the students as he walked to his favorite place in front of the desk. "You have all come to this prestigious academy with one goal in mind: To become huntsmen! And as you undoubtedly know, the most sacred duty of the huntsmen is to guard the kingdoms, our islands of tranquility is the ocean storm of our planet. They are the people that sworn to protect those who can not do so themselves. That is who you want to be!" he said, all delivered with a tad too many hand gestures. "But first, a story!" the professor said, and several of the students who have been advised by their friends about what to expect groaned. He droned on with the story that he always told at the first class, every time with a bit more of exaggeration. Finishing up summarizing the morale of the story, he looked up at the students. "But I look into your eyes, and I see that not all of you held such things as honor, resourcefulness and knowledge in high value, but fear not! It is not too late, and here you have an exceptional chance to show the World the goodness in your hearts! Who among you feels like standing up to the darkness that threatens to swallow us all today?" he asked, and on cue the assistants pushed a cage into the class with a snarling grimm inside. The cage was covered by a rag, obstructing the wendigo cub imprisoned inside. --- Diamond felt like her ears were going to bleed. Could this guy be any more full of himself? Did anyone tell him chivalry died centuries ago? Perhaps someone should introduce the dear professor to disco, that was still in a shallow grave. Then again, the mental image gave her the creeps. At last he's got to the conclusion of the story, and Diamond made a note to bring a book next time this class came up. Taking one look at the shuddering, snarling cage, she thought twice about raising a hand. Let someone else go first, see how they do. Gods knew she got her head knocked around enough already for one day.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd IC: Ben raised his hand. So quickly, in fact, he almost surprised himself. At least a few of the students in the room had seen the cage's behavior and decided against it, but far from dissuading him it urged the hunstman-in-training on. Some of the students here didn't have anything to prove, or their admission to Beacon hadn't ever been in doubt. Ben nearly hadn't made it, even after he got a shot at the entrance exam. He needed to make a good impression. And... Well, to be honest, he liked the thought of a challenge. A taste of what Beacon was going to be like, and what was going to be ahead. What better chance than a live Grimm in class? His opposite hand set down his pencil, recently used for the brief notes needed to summarize the key points and moral of the professor's story. He didn't know the professor would pick him, he doubted he'd be the only one to raise his hand, but it was worth a shot. He had Artorius and Lawnslot with him, why not give it a try? You know, aside from the potential for utterly humiliating himself in front of the professor, the class, and most of his team. That would be rough. But... He didn't think that would happen. Chances were that whatever was in that cage was at a basic enough level for Beacon freshman to handle, and if they could he had to be able to. No risk, no reward, right?</s> <\|message\|>Rayna Bryson "Unfortunately, I believe you're pretty on the mark with this one, Vic. It appears that some wounds will take some time to heal." She murmured thoughtfully, chomping down on her salad as she watched Robert suddenly look like he wanted to bounce off the walls. "I don't even see what bothered her so much! It's only panties like and it's not like anyone was staring! This place is for hunters of the finest order; I'm certain that they're not going to be accepting some old perverts!" She chuckled sensibly before her light mood turned to suspicion as she slowly rotated around to give her team a scanning look. "None of you were staring at her panties, right?" After quite a spectacle in which it seemed that only Jayden was spared from Rayna's rant, the team was left a little under the weather but Rayna felt that it was a good step. If she was meant to share a room with these guys then she needed to inform them that they had to be respectful, especially considering she hadn't exactly arrived at Beacon with a large amount of normal pyjamas. After a quick check on her scroll, she nodded to Victor quickly. "I'm in Armoury class with you. You better sit with me Vic because my current experience of the other teams hasn't exactly been phenomenal." With that, she remembered to give him an appreciative smile before she dragged him to his feet and set him on the path to Armoury. Within minutes, they had arrived in the workshop with not a moment to spare. The bell suddenly rung and as she took her seat, there was only one question on her mind. --- "Who owns the tank?" The professor spoke for the first time after a thorough inspection of the tank that looked more like a medical examination. Adjusting his spectacles, he gave the tank a brief knock before returning to his thoughtful beard-stroking. Marcus barely even had time to finish his answer before Elijah retorted. "A damn fine piece of engineering! I expect big things from you, Mr Goldstein. Big things indeed." It seemed that he was already acquainted with them all but he simply had checked the charter to their pictures and the memory stuck. The actual classroom part of the workshop seemed completely out of place, surrounded by heavy mechanisms, furnaces and a collection of workstations that took up half of the total area. It would have appeared totally chaotic if the whole room wasn't swept until spotless and filled with a number of small, hovering machines that had no sole purpose except for making the industry of the room appear to have a life of its own. The room had a certain magic to it that was hard to miss. "I imagine that a fair proportion of each of your teams are now in the room opposite this learning about Grimm and whatnot but let me make this very clear to all of you. In this year, I'm going to educate you upon the finesse of a well-made weapon. I imagine that learning the weak spots on the armour of a Goliath would be very practical knowledge for young hunters like yourselves but who needs to know the weak spots when you can blow it to smithereens?" He paced back and forth, giving his small introduction speech as he eyed all of them behind those cold, emotionless, tinted-black spectacles. "From here on inwards you are no longer simply hunters in training but inventors, engineers and pyromaniacs. And yes, you can specialise in explosives in my class. It is very obvious to me that a certain number of you have a talent in this subject but let us make this point even more obvious. When you come to me, I do not expect a single ounce of talent but you will all work until your hands are numb and you will more than likely not enjoy it but the end result will be astounding. We all got that? Good. Welcome to Armoury, ladies." After his rather inspiring speech, he handed out some hefty looking textbooks that looked better suited to more knowledge-heavy subjects such as History. Once everyone settled down once more, he crossed his arms over his chest and regarded them for a further few moments. With graceful fingers, he plucked his old pocket watch from his waistcoat and analysed the time - they were precisely on track. "Right! I need to see what sort of playing field we're all on so it's time to tell everyone who you are and what you can do!" Unlike his earlier conversational tone, these were more attuned to commands with a loud voice and an unneeded pace. Although he stressed earlier that he didn't expect talent, he needed to inspect where it was lacking and where there was so much that it could impact on the mind-set of the student.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Armoury When the bird girl answered Sapphire she was stuttery and nervous, almost flighty in attitude. That line of thought led Sapphire to wonder, could the bird girl in fact fly? Sapphire had heard about Avian Faunus who had wings grown from there back, they had hollow bones and thicker tougher muscles to compensate, there chest had a number of air sacks to allow them to breath in a thinner atmosphere. The girl certainly looked like she was ready to take flight. Sapphire hadn't exactly meant the comment about the girl's feathers sarcastically but she hadn't really been sincere either. There were alright looking but it wasn't really in Sapphire's nature to care. In fact Sapphire had thought the girl would take offense to the comment, assume Sapphire was mocking her faunus heritage but she just stuttered a nervous thanks and complimented Sapphire's hair in return. This took the azure haired girl completely aback. She'd never really had people other than her sisters compliment her. Most of them saw the dangerous warning look in her eye and decided either to keep a wide birth or that this would be a great person to antagonize. The latter usually ended up having there asses handed to them. A genuine compliment was rare for Sapphire. "Th-thanks, was a gift from my Mom." At this moment something caught Sapphire's attention, it was a low rumbling sound like a growl, the kind of sound an animal would make when it picked up the scent of prey. It didn't take Sapphire long to find the source of the growling. Of course it was Shiro, the wonder Fuzzball. Sapphire glanced between Shiro and Amy, sure in the wild tigers might prey on hawks but they were Faunus not animals, they didn't eat each other. That semblance of his must really have left less of his brain behind than Sapphire had thought if he was actually thinking about eating other Faunus. Or maybe she was reading into it too much, maybe he'd just missed lunch and that was his stomach growling, but the more she listened the more Sapphire tended to doubt it. "Hey Amy, let me know if the white tiger over there gives you any trouble, he's on my team so I can probably talk some sense into him." It was clearly obvious from the way she said talk that what she really meant was to teach him a lesson he'd be unlikely to forget. Sapphire was just considering getting up to... club Shiro over the head or something equally violent when another boy came by their table disrupting her thoughts, he was some sort of lion Faunus. She couldn't remember his name but then again what concern was it to her? "Ah, Richard the Lionheart, a great morning isn't it?" she said with a sort of unamused candor. Seconds later a fox faunus approached the desk greeting Lionheart, Geni that was his name. Of course this didn't grab Sapphire's attention half so much as the weapon the Fox girl was brandishing none to subtly. It was clear she was fixing for a fight. Sapphire had had enough, it was too crowded and she didn't like fights breaking out nearby unless she was cause. Sapphire stood up walking round the desks. "Well you too seem to have a great working relationship." She said her voice dripping with a sarcastic false optimism. She placed either of her hands on the Lion boy and the Fox girl's shoulders turning them towards the front of the room. "If you too want to kill each other there is a nice open space over there, have a good day you two." @LokiLeo789@KabenSaal</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly The appearance of the Unsubtle in the Armory garage made Oswald chuckle from deep in his chest. "Fuckin' Marcus. I could not be with a better team leader, for the love of all that is good in the world." The professor's interest in the marvel of engineering was quite apparent, and it made quite a bit of sense. How could one look at that thing without experiencing some sense of awe? Even Oswald, as simple as he was, couldn't help but get excited as he thought of how much work and machinery went into the tank sitting in the class. The professor's command to show what the students had and were capable of brought Oswald to full attention. He was standing before he even realized, undoing the scabbard that secured his sword at his side, carefully placing the weapon on the workstation in front of him. He also removed the shield from his back, and reached into the small pouch where he carried his dust crystals, pulling a small blue one out along with a small cloth, wrapping the crystal carefully before setting it down. "I don't need to tell you to be careful with that. But I will anyway. It loads into the pommel. Fires out the tip. Should freeze juuuust about anything."</s>
<\|description\|>Oswald Connoly Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Trepination Blade Not only will this sword ruin your day with its impossibly sharp edges or if you're-gods forbid-stabbed by it, it can focus and fire a steady beam of energy through its length and out its tip when powered with Dust. The scabbard for the sword is a bright red, and tapers with the blade. It has since been upgraded to include the ability to mecha-shift into a katar. Shield Specialty: Up Close and Personal. Oswald's semblance is obviously most useful for this style of combat, as it prevents enemies that excel at range from getting to a viable range from him, so long as he can get within fifty feet of them. As he wields a sword and shield, Oswald is capable of both a bruiser role and a tank role. So long as he's in his opponent's face, he's comfortable fighting in whatever manner is appropriate for the situation. When he attacks, Oswald is ruthless, leaving no openings, and even using his shield as a weapon at times to keep himself from giving his enemy an opportunity to attack. On the defensive, he becomes a fortress, blocking with both sword and shield, refusing to give up any ground. Semblance: Closer- Oswald can instantly close the distance between himself and another living creature (Grimm or no) within fifty feet of him, moving from wherever he is to about four feet from his target. Personality: "Speak Softly and Carry a Big Stick." Oswald is a friendly enough guy when he's with friends or allies, and he tries to keep the peace whenever fights break out. He tries to be the first on the scene, and acts as an enforcer to make sure things don't get crazy. If a fight does happen to break out, he'll try to bring it to an end before anybody gets seriously hurt. He strongly favors the diplomatic option when available. If someone makes it clear that that option isn't available, though...well, he breaks out the big stick. Color: Onyx Emblem: A heavily damaged dark stone tower, with a small white figure standing proudly atop it. Emblem Appearance: Oswald stands at about 5'10" tall, weighs in at a mean 220 pounds, and sports a pair of dull brown eyes topped by a short head of dark black hair. He typically wears a heavy red cloak with onyx pauldrons over a pair of black pants and a white collared shirt. Under his cloak, he has a pair of onyx steel gauntlets, a dark red canvas brigandine and wears a pair of dark black greaves under his pants. He's rather light-skinned, and his face has a small scar under his nose that goes through his lip diagonally. As for shoes, he always wears a pair of black work boots. Oswald</s> <\|message\|>Victor Glade ARMOURY to P.E. The back and forth between him and Rayna almost made him laugh. Victor knew he was on thin ice, but he wasn't especially fearful since Rayna was far too much fun for that and well he couldn't really imagine her with an angry face. Questioning Victor probed "Anymore? So you had a rank then? Well regardless, you are my Captain right? Your wish is my command and all that Oh Captain my Captain." Humming away to himself Victor reassembled his prosthetic, happy that he could repair it with proper tools. Unlike removing it, connecting his arm gave Victor a rather different experience. The dread of loss is replaced with the tolerance of pain, as once it is connected the arm starts it's work of activating it's artificial nerves, giving Victor the sensation of being next to an open fire for the first five minutes. It was annoying and made him want to run it under cold water, even though he knew it was rather pointless. Once it cooled off Victor stretched and tested it's mobility. Pleased he started tapping each of his fingers and was happy with the feedback he got from the small hits. Just in time too since the bell rang out soon after his last tests. "Well Captain, I have P.E. now. So I'm heading that way. I better hurry up, it would be rather impolite to be late. I'll see you when I see you next." with a smile and a wave Victor wandered off to get changed. It actually took longer than Victor intended to get changed, his own shirts generally had larger sleeves to accommodate his arm, but Beacon issued uniforms were average, making him be extra careful and take those extra few seconds. Coming out of the change room Victor tried to keep his run stable. Since a metal arm is heavier than a normal arm and although he can keep pace with most people, Victor's stride was rather... unbalanced when compared to others. Listening to Mr. Kore Victor was a bit concerned about the talk about asthmatic attacks and heart attacks. It's fairly obvious what I have, but beyond that... I don't think I have any issues. Wait... two miles? Well that's... doable I suppose, although Captain Rayna already led me on a marathon turned scavenger hunt. As everyone started off, Victor stalled a bit, but soon had his engine running. The weight of Victor's arm made him have an inefficient run, causing him to have a slight zig-zag pattern to it. A single sentence flashed through his mind You're like a drunk dog trying to find his tail Vicky! smiling he decided to stay close to the back of the pack, in an effort to avoid any unfortunate collisions.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Physical Education Sapphire was tempted to throw something sharp at Aurellius but alas she'd neglected to bring any small sharp disposable weapons to PE. She of course still had her daggers but she preferred to keep those under wraps. Not everyone in the arena would have been able to see where she'd gotten them from given the angles of sight present in her and Oswald's sparring match and besides if the teacher saw her pull out deadly weapons in class she may be prevented from bringing them again and Sapphire never went anywhere unarmed. Sapphire got slightly nervous when the teacher ordered them to run two miles. That was several laps around the track, it was not that Sapphire was not used to running or even that she disliked it, on the contrary nothing really compared to the feeling of the wind in her hair, the problem was the rib she'd broken in Forever Fall during their initiation. It would need another week to heal properly. During armoury it had disturbed her how quickly she'd become out of breath because of that rib. If she couldn't run, if she couldn't move faster than the next strike, she was done for. However Sapphire Rode was not someone disposed to complaining or letting injury remove her from the field of battle. She'd grown up in a home where injury was no excuse for skipping combat training. So she began to run. Sapphire kept her torso as straight as she could to compensate and made her best efforts to keep from breathing too hard on her left side. She could manage two miles, it was easy. Yet something was wrong, normally she'd outstrip most anyone, even Geni who was currently running ahead with impeccable technique but now she was barely managing to keep up with the middle of the pack. Her chest was burning, pain climbing with every breath she took. When they were past the mile and a half marker Sapphire slowed before her legs gave out beneath her, she collapsed to her knees but refused to let herself fall completely. Sapphire was shaking all over and her breath was coming in ragged. Maybe it would have been better to sit this one out.</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly: Armory --->Survival Sapphire's guess on how Oswald's Semblance worked was disturbingly accurate, but she was a bit off on why he hadn't used it during their match. Before he could reply, though, the girl was already making her way to her next class. Shrugging, he decided that it was about time he made his way to Survival, then. Making sure he had all of his belongings, he made his way to the run-down building that served as the Survival classroom. It was a fitting place for a survival class, at the very least. As he entered the classroom proper, Oswald noticed someone who could only be the professor playing the guitar while sitting on a rock. The room itself was....minimalistic. A single desk, some noticeably old weapons, and a mattress with a sleeping bag. Wait...did the professor actually live here? He'd had temporary camps more ornate than this. Still, if the professor wanted them to experience this style of camping, he wouldn't refuse. Survival skills were a necessity in the wild.</s>
<\|description\|>Oswald Connoly Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Trepination Blade Not only will this sword ruin your day with its impossibly sharp edges or if you're-gods forbid-stabbed by it, it can focus and fire a steady beam of energy through its length and out its tip when powered with Dust. The scabbard for the sword is a bright red, and tapers with the blade. It has since been upgraded to include the ability to mecha-shift into a katar. Shield Specialty: Up Close and Personal. Oswald's semblance is obviously most useful for this style of combat, as it prevents enemies that excel at range from getting to a viable range from him, so long as he can get within fifty feet of them. As he wields a sword and shield, Oswald is capable of both a bruiser role and a tank role. So long as he's in his opponent's face, he's comfortable fighting in whatever manner is appropriate for the situation. When he attacks, Oswald is ruthless, leaving no openings, and even using his shield as a weapon at times to keep himself from giving his enemy an opportunity to attack. On the defensive, he becomes a fortress, blocking with both sword and shield, refusing to give up any ground. Semblance: Closer- Oswald can instantly close the distance between himself and another living creature (Grimm or no) within fifty feet of him, moving from wherever he is to about four feet from his target. Personality: "Speak Softly and Carry a Big Stick." Oswald is a friendly enough guy when he's with friends or allies, and he tries to keep the peace whenever fights break out. He tries to be the first on the scene, and acts as an enforcer to make sure things don't get crazy. If a fight does happen to break out, he'll try to bring it to an end before anybody gets seriously hurt. He strongly favors the diplomatic option when available. If someone makes it clear that that option isn't available, though...well, he breaks out the big stick. Color: Onyx Emblem: A heavily damaged dark stone tower, with a small white figure standing proudly atop it. Emblem Appearance: Oswald stands at about 5'10" tall, weighs in at a mean 220 pounds, and sports a pair of dull brown eyes topped by a short head of dark black hair. He typically wears a heavy red cloak with onyx pauldrons over a pair of black pants and a white collared shirt. Under his cloak, he has a pair of onyx steel gauntlets, a dark red canvas brigandine and wears a pair of dark black greaves under his pants. He's rather light-skinned, and his face has a small scar under his nose that goes through his lip diagonally. As for shoes, he always wears a pair of black work boots. Oswald</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Esther Vanhomrigh - 5th Period, Practice Class Head slowly swiveling as her hawk-eyes scanned the firing lines, she waited until the last student had finished their shots before announcing her range 'Cold'. "Cease fire, cease fire! Shooters on the firing line, unload and show clear! Step off of the line and back to the weapon racks to secure your weapons. Grab your equipment and prepare for your next class, the range is now declared cold!." Reaching into her coat pocket, she once again slipped out her Scroll to check the time. Expanding it to its tablet form, she tapped at the screen. As she controlled the automated range from her Scroll, the targets lowered down into their pits. Quick snapshots were taken by the range cameras and fresh targets rotated out the newly shot up ones. At either ends of the range, two 'Roomba' looking bots appeared hovering low over the grounds and skirted the line. Powerful magnets collecting the spent brass casings to clean the range. Still issuing electronic commands to the range from her Scroll, she mentioned something in passing to the students as they locked up their stock weapons and grabbed their things. "You are being notified that Beacon Academy will be monitoring and keeping track of all progress, or lack thereof. Your obstacle course times and shot groups will be sent to Headmaster Ozpin himself to review as time goes on. Input from myself and Professor Iderson, along from Headmaster Ozpin will ultimately determine your grades and future attendance in this course. With that, this concludes your time with us this period." Collapsing her Scroll, she looked up at them as they began to file back towards Beacon and off of the range. Pocketing her Scroll and adjusting the brim of her cover, she folded her hands behind her back and headed off in a different direction from the students. "We will see you all in the near future. Don't be late." she said with cold finality. As she walked into the treeline and vanished from eyesight, her gloved hands unfolded and reached into a different coat pocket. Pulling out a zippo lighter and small metal tin, she opened the metal tin and slipped out a cigarette. Sliding the tin back into her coat, she put the cigarette to her lips and flicked the lighter open with a ting. With a schick the paper on the end of her cancer stick burned and crackled quietly. She clicked her zippo shut and pocketed it. Leaning against a tree, hidden in the vast woods surrounding Beacon, she removed her cover. Hanging it on a stubby branch sticking out from the tree she leaned on, she looked up through the canopy at the skies above. Sure, she was part of the faculty and she was still technically on school grounds. Maybe there was a 'No Smoking' policy, maybe there wasn't. She didn't really care. Brushing a strand of her raven hair off of her brow, she took a deep drag. Exhaling a thick stream of smoke, she sighed as the acrid smoke had filled her lungs and bloodstream with the wonderful stimulant nicotine, amongst other things. The students probably saw her to be a 'by-the-books' kind of woman, straight as a board. In actuality, she wasn't all that straight. Not that she would let anyone else know or see. All to maintain a professional appearance, really. Not that she really gave any fucks. Here was her haven, this was her break in between classes. She rated it. Kuhaku Shiro - 5th -> 6th Period, Computer Science The first thing that Shiro was immediately hit with upon entering the Computer Science class was the heavy and depressive dark. Not that the dark bothered him, it was just incredibly so. In stark contrast with the rest of the room, the quietly humming computer workstations were harshly bright. It took his sensitive eyes a moment to adjust to things. In addition to the odd lighting conditions, the room was frigidly cold. He understood that electronics preferred to function better in cool environments, but he hated the cold. Already he was considering maybe having this class swapped. As he stood amongst the group of students attending this class with him, his tail swayed up in the air behind him in curiosity. Eyes and ears darting around, he didn't pay too much attention to the teacher. The man seemed a bit drab, dull and bland. Very much so unlike some of the more 'colorful' Beacon staff. He didn't seem to deny the idea he was reclusive either, more so embracing it. Shiro snickered a little upon hearing the teacher's name. Such odd names he's learned in just one day, but what kind of name was 'Ni'? For some reason he couldn't explain, he felt like adding some odd honorfic to the end of it.. At least he was a straight and to the point kind of man. Picking his desk, he quickly followed the instructions given as told. Breezing through the first few steps with ease. It wasn't until he had opened up the 'Student Assignments' folder that his ears slowly drooped and a look of dread came over him. He must've misunderstood something when he elected for this class. Shiro isn't electronically illiterate, he knows his way in, out, and around a computer's tower. But therein lies the problem. Shiro is more hardware inclined, able to isolate and troubleshoot problems with bad computer components and swap them out to repair them. He knew how to physically build and repair a piece of equipment. Not code and program it. Software and programming was one of his weakest points of technological knowledge. Shrinking down, he nervously looked around at the other students to see if they were just as confused and intimidated like he was. Swallowing dryly, he was seriously considering rescheduling this class out now. "Aww, man..I must've made a mistake." He squinted at the screen, still trying to get used to the stark light and dark contrasts. "Object classes?...Parameters?...Strings?...Like, yarn or..." Already he could foresee himself having trouble with this class. But, that was the point of it all, right? To increase and better his education and knowledge. Never one to just focus on his strengths, this would be covering one of his 'weaknesses' right? An all-around average and well-rounded Hunter, right? Right? A bead of cold, nervous sweat rolled down the side of his face as he groaned quietly to himself.</s> <\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou IC: Ni Rensa Ryou, Computer Science "There is an additional point to your first assignment. Depending on how well you do, I'll place you in one of the three circles of desks, and we'll go on from there. Higher ranked students will have harder but more enjoyable assignments, lower students will receive more..." He shuddered barely perceptibly. "Teaching. If I come over to your station at the end of this class block and all you have written is "I am a fish" 400 times on your monitor in Sharpie... Heaven help you." Ni nodded at the class, then went back behind his own desk and turned his monitor on. He and Haven's computer science instructor were in the middle of their annual "contest", and he couldn't afford to let the other teacher get too far ahead of him. The Key powered up, and what appeared to be a third person shooter popped up in the left half of his screen. The right half, however, was what Ni was focused on, a stream of code running up from the bottom of it. This was bad. He was farther than Ni wanted him to be.</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Survival-> Computer Science Paying little attention to Professor Vorosky and his last little note, Oswald made his way to his next class, lamenting the loss of his cloak. Again. Thankfully, he never made a big fuss over the rather simple piece of relatively heavy cloth, so he could simply find a fabric shop in the city and have that taken care of. As a matter of fact, he'd probably have to order several replacements, as he expected that he'd find himself devoid of his favorite fashion statement multiple times in the future. Shake-drying himself before he stepped inside the halls of Beacon, Oswald grimaced as each step brought a tiny 'squish' noise. He hoped Computer Science wouldn't be too labor-intensive. He also hoped that he didn't fry himself by getting a computer wet. As he stepped into the classroom, Oswald felt as if he were in a meat locker. Still wet from the fountain, he found himself shaking in the cold, and cursed under his breath. This was another reason he had his cloak-that thing was warm, as well as being water-resistant. He could have wrapped it around himself to avoid frostbite, but for now he'd have to deal with the temperature of the class, in addition the oppressive darkness. Professor Ni's introduction to the course scared Oswald- he hadn't handled anything more complex than a two-way radio in years. While he knew he was less academically-inclined than his fellow students, this class was there to prove to him just how drastic the difference was. Logging in after a moment of trouble, Oswald found his way to the assignment folder, which resulted in a prompt face-desk. He looked around and met eyes with Shiro, the rambunctious tiger Faunus boy from Sapphire's team. Sharing a look of suffering, he returned to the assignment. After ten minutes, Oswald started to panic. At the twenty-minute mark, panic became anger. Thirty minutes in, anger turned into depression, which led to outright hopelessness when the fortieth minute rolled around. Ten minutes before the class ended, Oswald had succeeded in giving his representative a cloak. A bright green one. Groaning pitifully, Oswald frowned at the computer before he finally gave up and worked on the other figure- the Grimm. Each keystroke was slow, with Oswald having to look at the keyboard to see what he was typing, and when the bell signaling the end of class rang, Oswald was the picture of a broken man.</s>

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<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate A look back confirmed Sapphire's approach. As much as Abel had wanted to forge ahead, waiting for at least a shred of unity had been the better option. If a fit of poor judgment possessed him into doing something stupid in front of someone he was, sadly, stuck with, he would never be able to rise above the categorization of big, dumb muscle. If a person didn't respect, acknowledge, or at least inwardly recognize intelligence, that person could never consider him as anything but inferior. The guardian resolved to show Sapphire exactly what he thought of her later; now, the mission required his attention. Before he replied, he cast a look back at the entrance. No sign of Gren lingered about the Shelter's front door, so Abel assumed that he had chosen to pursue Shiro. It was perhaps poetically fitting that he'd be paired yet again with the girl with whom he'd partnered during the initiation ceremony. Of course, Abel detested it, but the alternatives were awkwardly hovering about a faunus he knew not how to comfort, or teaming with Gren and leaving Shiro at Sapphire's mercy yet again. Neither appealed to him, so a grudging show of cooperation was in order. "Animals behind this door. Just a few, pretty light-footed, guessing dogs. Going in." Abel pushed open the double-doors and entered. Immediately he discovered that more creatures occupied the room than he had expect, for aside from the couple of dogs moving around, a great deal more -and cats as well- lay sedately in their pens. This large room housed numerous enclosures, ranging in square footage from a small bedroom to a closet based on the size of the pet within, equipped with bowls and several hairy blankets. A quick examination turned up no creatures aside from everyday animal companions. "Thought as much. Place's still operational. These oughta be the normal fare." He approached a dog pen, knelt, and placed a fist next to the pencil-thin fence for its occupant to sniff. The canine within, a lean specimen with short white hair, icy blue eyes, a black patch on its back, and stiffly-pointed ears, raised its head in dull interest but did not get up. Instead, a pink tongue stretched from its mouth and through the bars to lick at Abel's hand before retracting. Abel flinched, more from weirdness than fright. "They've got aura. Stretchy-tongue semblance? Huh." He eyed the doors on the other side of the room, metal ones flanked by a sign on the wall that warned about slippery stairs. "People not up here must be down there. Maybe with animals with stronger auras." Abel rose to his full height, not noticing an attention-desirous marmalade cat brushing against the fence of its pen halfway between him and Sapphire. -=-=- Despite the intruder, the young faunus seemed very comfortable. After sparing an curious glance at Shiro's four-legged mode of movement, the boy patted the iguana's side and yawned. He reclined against the stolid lizard's side, gleefully sharing in the warmth absorbed by its emerald-green scales. "Duh," he replied, more matter-of-fact than purposefully mean, as is a manner common to children not yet fully aware of the laws of propriety. "It's okay. Question games are cool. This is Porridge. 'Is brudders are way bigger, but I think 'e's just right. You haven' met 'em?" Another yawn opened the boy's mouth wide, earning a concerned look from the iguana. His golden eyes were sleepy. "Uh. The rest-a you guys are inside. I don' see ya very much after you go on, an' the coats...uh, these doctor-kinda guys, they're always really mean about not lettin' me get in and talk to ya, or lettin' ya out and play. You guys are always so sad! Mom told me that they're jus' 'patients'. That means guys who go in hospitals," he informed Shiro, nodding his head judiciously. "So they need their rest. Dad lets play with some of the an'mals, though, like Porridge." Those golden eyes suddenly lit up with excitement. He sat up and turned to his iguana. "Watch this! Porridge, GROW!" At the command, the lizard stiffened, and his eyes, too, shone with viridian light. Right in front of his left claw, the soil began to shift, and a tiny sprout poked its way from the grass, growing at an impossible rate. Within ten seconds the seedling resolved itself into a tiny strawberry plant, complete with three berries ripe for the picking. The boy wasted no time in pulling one off and popping it in his mouth, while Porridge snapped up one himself. Grinning from ear to ear and licking his lips, the boy lay back down. "Isn't it cool! Porridge is the best dinosaur ever! Of all time!"</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren Sabella Mokuren was put off by the subtly of this entire thing, along with the need to mingle. She did not mingle, and people where disgusting for their demand to do such. Her personality was not one that, mingled. Or spoke. Or care what any people had to say at all, in any way. They where disgusting creatures for which Mokuren held naught but contempt. So when she followed her team to where they where going, and the first of her number passed, she decided to make entrance a little easier for the rest of them. Approaching the Bouncer with her tail swishing, he eyed her for a few seconds before speaking. "Where did you get that sword?" He asked. And then realized that the fox-girl had suddenly produced an actual sword, that implanted itself in his face without warning, and drained his blood. Mokuren the entered casually, and moved without care to the back room, still clutching her sword and ready to activate her Semblance if she saw any need to.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarze-- Being the RCJM newbie Woah, woah woah! What the hell?! This ws an infiltration mission, right?! How were they supposed to get in without arousing suspicion when there's a body lying around? Of all the ways his first mission could have gone, this was not what he'd have picked, at all. This was jumping into a very deep lake for a swim with a cinderblock tied to your ankle! He didn't really know anyone on his team yet, but this foxgirl... Mokuren? There was something up, up there, and he didn't want to mess with it. That much, he could figure out easily. Taking a deep breath, the now-in-need-of-renaming RCJM's newest member tried to clear his head of panic as he returned to the bench he'd been loitering at previously, before Mokuren had moved in. He'd tailed her a bit to confirm that she was in and offer support should it end up necessary, but apparently she was much, much more than enough. Now though, he had himself to worry about. Ghostly pale skin and an inability to make good of a now-complicated situation wouldnt help his team in the slightest. Alright, what other entrances are there? there's gotta be at least a few side entrances, right? I've already got my cover alias down... Kumagawa Kuro, nineteen-year old gambling addict and social pariah looking for a place to cut loose. That's simple enough. "I think we don't wanna use that entrance any more." he reported to the rest of RCJM in a low tone. "Guess I'm up next. I'll head through another side." --------------------------- "Where'd you get that sword, kid?" He smirked knowingly, looking the part of the smug kid who was totally the member of the secret club. "Lady of the Lake gave it to me." Arthurian Legend as a code-phrase, huh? Interesting. Being waved in, Luke entered and promptly dove into the crowd.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Outside the Dragon's Den The bouncer that Mokuren had stabbed laid on the ground, unmoving, with a large hole in his head. Blood would have been pooling around him if it hadn't been for the fact that the fox girl had completely drained him of the life giving liquid. Suddenly, the man's eyes shot open, the irises now turned a bright orange, and a weird brown energy seemingly came out of the ground and enveloped the body. Color began to return to his skin, and the entry and exit wound in his head quickly reformed as if nothing had happened. The bouncer stood up from the ground and turned to face his previous attacker. "Hey! You think you can get away with killing me that easily?!" he yelled at the huntress-in-training. "What? Did you think they'd just let anyone guard the entrance to the Dragon's Den? My semblance allows me to heal all wounds. Basically, I can't die! So come on! Hit me with your best shot, bitch! Or is that all you got?" The apartment building across the street Murphy gave a disappointed sigh as he watched Mokuren get taken away by the bouncer. "Team, one of yours just got into an altercation with the bouncer. This is just a status update, your mission hasn't changed. Saving the girl is a secondary objective, continue with trying to get inside the backroom," he told the rest of the team.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - The Shelter Sapphire wanted to do something to help the animals she really did but at this point she didn't see the wisdom in letting them out. At least half of them were so heavily sedated that even if their cages were opened they'd more than likely continue to lie there. This reasoning was not shared by Abel however who after wiping a large amount of dog slobber from his face used the pointed end of his spear to shear the tops off most of the cages. With the ferocity of the swings Sapphire was shocked that he'd managed to avoid hitting any of the animals imprisoned here. It was needlessly excessive but Sapphire understood why Abel wanted these creatures free. Each one of them was wild and used to open spaces and freedom. Otherwise sedation wouldn't have been necessary, domestic pets while perhaps not happy about being kept in a cage wouldn't cause enough of a fuss to warrant sedatives. Besides should they run into something more than they could handle the animals could serve as a distraction what with the chaos the wakeful ones were making. Sapphire smiled slightly and unlocked a few of the cages allowing the animals that wanted to to run free. When Abel was finished his liberation mission he followed Sapphire's suggestion that they take a look at the lower levels. As they pushed through the doors to the stairwell a cold chill ran up Sapphire's spine. It wasn't anything specific just a very bad feeling that they were descending into something that did not welcome them. It was of course ridiculous, this was a Shelter for animals, whatever was in this place couldn't be more than they could handle and yet despite the fact that it was illogical Sapphire switched her semblance on just before they started down the stairs. It was a good thing too as the area was littered with security cameras. As long as she didn't alter the environment in any significant way even electronic surveillance would be unable to detect her. Sapphire's footfall was near silent, in fact unless someone was listening for her specifically they'd more than likely miss it altogether and that was without her semblance active. They encountered no resistance on the stairs or in the room below. This unsettled Sapphire far more than if the med lab had been full of Atlas Paladin Suits. The emptiness of the facility was far more threatening than any physical form could ever be. Sapphire was about to do a thorough search of the room when they heard sounds. Sapphire didn't shrink away from the room. With her semblance active there was no reason to avoid detection as long as she remained inconspicuous. Abel on the other hand was another story. He slipped past her into the shadows whispering that she should turn invisible and follow the two people that had entered the room. Sapphire smiled slightly, she'd never fully explained her semblance to her team. It seemed all of them were under the impression that her semblance was invisibility. Abel had advised her to use it without realizing that it was already on. He could only see her because he'd been there when she'd activated it and he was expecting her presence. Sapphire walked out into the room staying a good distance behind the man and woman that had marched into the room but within earshot so that nothing of there conversation would be missed. From the little that Sapphire had gleaned so far they were planning something. Making History was very rarely a good thing. The Faunus wars had made history, the great criminals had made history, and the Grimm had made history. Whatever this woman was referring to Sapphire couldn't help but feel that it was not as good a thing as those two seemed to think.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - The Shelter Smiling, Shiro was pleased with himself. It seems his on-the-fly-lies had worked and the boy agreed to help them. Watching as the boy approached a hidden entrance that he hadn't noticed, he blinked and tilted his head in curiosity. "Pokey?.." He thought to himself, wondering what exactly the boy meant by that. Shrugging, he dismissed the seemingly meaningless words and crawled up to the door. Slipping out his Scroll, he took a snapshot of the hidden door and pocketed it shortly after. Unlocking the door, Shiro carefully slipped inside and propped the door open for Gren's hulking frame to pass through. When Gren had approached, Shiro had already noticed him and was surprised the bear faunus cub hadn't noticed him the same. Before entering the room entirely, he took a moment to take in the new surroundings. As his eyes scanned the cabinets, his gaze lingered on the refrigerator. "This must be a kitchen or breakroom of some sort..." Thinking about it, he hadn't really eaten before the start of the mission, had he? It would be terribly embarrassing if his grumbling stomach gave him away during a critical moment. But, he didn't have the time for a snack as he had to follow after the eager bear cub. Eyes snapping to a corner of the room, Shiro swiftly ducked behind the nearest object. "Gren! Camera!" he sharply whispered. Noticing the camera, Shiro took out his Scroll once more and took a picture of it. Fingers rapidly tapping away, he sent his second report to the others on team. "From: Kuhaku Shiro To: Abel Fulgurate, Gren Orchid, Sapphire Rode Subject: Scout Report #2 Body: "The bear faunus cub agreed to assist us, Gren and I are following after him now. Keep an eye out for hidden entrances and security cameras. I'll be disabling cameras as I find them. I've attached two images." Attachments: Illusory Wall.img, Security Camera.img" Finishing, Shiro pocketed his Scroll and crawled under what he presumed to be the scope of the camera's sight. Standing and stretching himself, he grabbed the camera and ripped it from the wall. With his other hand, he tore every cable attached to it. Clumsily forcing the camera back into its place in the wall, he hoped that whoever may be monitoring it didn't notice his entry or the camera's sudden disconnection. Should someone decide to get a bite to eat, he also hoped that they wouldn't notice the slight damage to the inoperable camera. Looking to his left and right, he was alone in the room save for Gren following in after him. If the bear faunus cub had been in the room still, Shiro would've surely raised some alarms. Speaking of alarms, he wondered if the camera system was connected to some security system. He really hoped he hadn't tripped some silent/not-so-silent alarm. An uneasy look on his face, another bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face. "O-oh well, what's done is done.." Looking to Gren, he turned and trotted down the stairs he had seen the cub and his lizard companion descend. The sounds his ears were detecting helped to instill a deep sense of dread within him. Something just didn't sit right with him about this place. "What was the mission objective again?" He asked himself, second guessing his team's purpose here.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Ciel Kuze - lost rabbit "I dont think that will really work for an alibi." Ciel whispered as she continued to search for the back room. Though he was right as soon as the chaos ended they would spot them quickly like white on rice or some other bad comparison. Still it was proving hard to locate the back room none of these rooms seemed to be it and she was not going to be busting through every door looking for it. That would only invite more trouble to them. With a soft sigh she turned to look at her fellow teammate "you have any idea where they might hide a back room Luke? she asked softly as she quickly ducked to avoid being spotted by a guard rushing through on the opposite side of them.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Outside the Dragon's Den The overconfident Antaeus crossed his arms and stood at a relaxed stance, reveling in Mokuren's 'compliments' as his massive ego was unable to see through her sarcasm. That's why he was completely off-guard when she lunged at him in an attack. The large bouncer knew he was too heavy to dodge out of the way in time, so he quickly reached behind his back and grabbed his weapon: a trident. The weapon, still in mid-transformation, clashed with Mokuren's sword. Antaeus deflected the strike enough to prevent it from cleaving him in half, but he was unable to prevent the sword from embedding itself into his side. "I shall drink from your skull!" he shouted in pain. The bouncer may have been 'immortal,' but he still felt pain. Lifting his now complete trident, he raised it above his head and stabbed downward at the huntress-in-training. Inside the Dragon's Den The students who were able to make it to the backroom now found themselves in a long hallway. There were several doors in the hallway, but all lead to mostly empty rooms. There was one exception though, a large metal door at the far end. Next to the door was a keypad to unlock it, but the code was currently unknown to the team. The sound of footsteps began to sound from the other side of the door that the students had entered from. The three teens had two options: hide in at least one of empty rooms and wait for the man coming toward them to pass or attack the man and interrogate him for the way inside of the safe-like door.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz--Maintaining Politeness Sheesh. No need for that, it was on its way up, for Pete's sake. He couldn't have been that annoying, could he? Was her patience wearing thin due to him, or the wait on the ascending airship itself? Did he have cause to take this personally? Well, he did have the golden rule to follow... If it was unclear, assume "no" until proven otherwise. Made life much less of a hassle. "Well, yeah, but I meant more after that." he replied, co-opting that dry snark for himself in response. "After all, I doubt the plan stops just at getting on the ship, Miss..." He trailed off in the typical "what's your name?" way.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Beacon Airship Dock She had no particular reason to actually provide her name to the boy standing behind her. They were barely acquaintances, united only by "sharing" the wait for a goddamned airship to arrive and get them to wherever they wanted to go (she had no idea where the guy was heading to, but it wasn't her fucking business to pry). Still, it wasn't like she had anything better to do while these last few minutes of waiting passed by, and really, she was a lot more fucking whimsical today. If the other teenager wanted to be nosey, she'd lower herself to humour him. At least he didn't seem like another standard fucktard like the rest. "Mindaro," was the Huntress' succinct reply. "Gratia Mindaro." Hopefully he wouldn't ask how it was spelt. She would not be able to muster any goodwill whatsoever to answer stupid questions like those. "And I plan on not dying in a fiery conflagration," she added, voice dripping with sarcasm.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz--Proper Introductions Success! A name! He'd managed to pry out a name! ... I'm treating human interaction, even if with a less-than-engaged party, like a game. Should he be worried about that? It was a challenge, but... If he didn't make a habit of it, all good, right? "I'm pretty sure most of us can say the same, Miss Gratia. I can tell you for certain that I don't plan on dying very soon either." he replied with a casual chuckle, as the airship pulled up to the dock. "I'm Luke Schwarz. Nice meeting you, Gratia Mindaro." he said, as the line began to shuffle forward, filing into the transport. He'd done his duty as a conversationalist, now he could safely break off and leave her be unless she felt like continuing herself.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid After patching himself up and getting a drink from one of the machines, Gren was about to head into the city. But before he did he stopped by the gardens. It was a bit early in the morning to be doing this but he always wanted to make sure his garden was in top shape. Though without all his tools the best he could do is water them and pick at any weeds that started to grow up. He walked over to the school gardens, past all the botanic flora and fruits of labor. He kept walking until he reached the dirt plot that was his garden. Not many weeds, but much to Gren's delight, there were some sprouts from his begonias. "Yes!" Dropping his things on the side of the garden Gren looked around for a watering can. But as he searched he noticed someone. She was... Breath taking. Which is a strange thing for Gren to think considering that his taste in women are those who are both cute and could crush his head between their thighs. But something about this one caught his eye. "H-hello."</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Emerald fidgeted at Diamond's inquiry about how she managed to hit the ceiling with her noggin. The fact that she'd been bouncing on her bed and actually hit her head on the ceiling was pretty embarrassing. Still, there really wasn't any use in denying it now. "Well I um...I was jumping on my bed...to get the blood pumping you see!" She tried to make it sound like it was a perfectly normal thing to do...well it was for her. "I may have used my semblance to make myself bounce a little too high." "And pajamas are the comfiest clothing of them all! And...and…" She cocked her head. "What's a hick?"</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "I suppose jogging to get the blood pumping is too mainstream?" Diamond rolled her eyes in mirth, "Just tell me you didn't break the bed, although I wouldn't mind sharing, it's not like you asked the first time anyway..." the thief teased nonchalantly with an amused smirk. When she thought about it though, the whole thing was totally expectable form someone like Bouncy. "A Hick, uhh..." Diamond said, her language skills in overdrive to formulate her answer in a way that didn't sound pejorative, "A yokel? Hillbilly? Country bumpkin?" she offered a few words close to synonyms, rubbing the back of her head awkwardly.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - RPGD's Dorm Robert stepped out of the bathroom of his team's dorm, warm steam fallowing him out. He always liked to take a warm shower in the morning to wake himself up. "Alright, today's the day. Time to get to know more people. Get past my nervous behavior and talk to someone that isn't on my team. Make more friends. I'm going to do it," he assured himself as he walked out of the room. Robert looked around the dorm's hallway, trying to find someone nice to talk to. Every person he saw though just looked at him either in surprise or just started snickering. Why were they doing that? Did he forget something like to wash some shampoo out of his hair? He touched his hair with his hand to be sure. It was a bit damp, but nothing out of the usual. So what were they laughing at? The hunter-in-training made sure the towel around his waist was secure, and that was when it finally hit him. He looked down in shock as he realized that he had left all of his stuff in the room, the only thing he was wearing was a towel. He rushed for the doorknob, but it was locked tight. His key, his scroll, his weapons, and his clothes were all locked inside. Robert began to pound on the door. He hadn't checked on his teammates before he left though, so for all he knew they all left hours ago. "Well, this is a fine mess I've gotten myself into," he thought aloud. Having no idea what to do now, Robert walked away and began exploring the school wearing nothing but his towel. "This'll certainly be an interesting conversation starter at least."</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly While he was returning from the cafeteria after a hearty breakfast of pancakes, bacon, waffles and eggs, Oswald noticed several students whispering to each other and laughing. Looking around, he quickly realized what they were talking about: Robert Fallson, leader of Team RPGD, was walking around....wearing only a towel. What the hell? Was this some kind of joke? Was everybody being watched and recorded to see their reactions? Oswald couldn't help but laugh as a result of what he was seeing. This guy wasn't even trying to get back into his dorm! He was just casually exploring around the school while wearing a towel, and nothing else! Trying to force his laughter down as he approached the boy, Oswald failed miserably, still chuckling as he started speaking. "So...Robert. You, uh...you having a good morning?"</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Beacon Academy Robert continued his casual walk through the hallways of Beacon, trying his hardest not to show how much he hated everyone staring at him and laughing. He never felt comfortable being the center of attention, especially when he's half-naked. It wasn't really stage fright or anything. He wasn't that he was afraid he'd mess up. It just made him feel uncomfortable having so many eyes on him. Robert searched his mind to put a word to this feeling or at least explain it to himself better, but his train of thought was suddenly derailed by the sound of another student's voice addressing Robert directly. Finally, someone decided to approach him instead of just avoiding the strange student. "Huh? Oh, uh, no, not really. Got locked out of my room and I can't get back inside. And as you can see, I didn't exactly... dress properly for being out in public," Robert replied. "You're, uh, Oswald right? From Team MODA? Think I remember seeing you and your teammates after the entrance test-thing. So how's your day going? Probably better than mine."</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald "I seeeeee...." Emerald mused, actually having no idea what any of those words meant either. Ah well, it didn't matter, she'd stopped caring what a 'hick' was at that point. "My bed is fine, it's a pretty sturdy piece of furniture." She couldn't say the same for the ceiling, but who cared if there was a few cracks in it? Right? Emerald looked around the gym, with the fight between Gren and Ebon over, Emmy couldn't help but feel like she wanted to have a little fight of her own. She looked at Diamond...no she'd already had a match with Diamond in the arena the other day. She'd need to find a different opponent, that way she wouldn't know what tricks they had, and they won't know what tricks she had either. The problem was she didn't know who'd be a good candidate, she didn't know a lot of people yet. But Diamond knew people! "Diamond! Who around here could I fight with!?" She pumped her fists. "I wanna beat someone up!"</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "My point exactly." Diamond chuckled when Emmy still had no idea about the meaning of the word. She'd have to get that girl reading to expand her vocabulary. As for her other inquiry though, Diamond frowned. She did suggest Emmy take PE class to fix her close range weakness, but that would take time. "Fair opponent? For you? Here? A sandbag. Everyyone else her would mop the floor with you until you buff up somewhat and learn some technique to boot. If you want a fair match, go look around the practice class. There'd be plenty of those during schooltime though. You sure you don't want to do something more relaxing?" the thief suggested.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Beacon Airship Dock "Likewise," she replied, but the sentiment was not particularly evident in either her stance or tone of voice. There. She had introduced herself to this Luke Schwarz (finally a name to utilise rather than referring to him constantly as "the boy") and now they were on their merry way, shuffling through the gaping wound of a loading door that the shitty airship had opened up for them. Which meant that she saw no real further use in conversing with her fellow teenager. Small talk was unnecessary when the time utilised for it was open to be used by different activities, and Gratia was intent on making the most out of the trip in a manner more befitting herself. There was no fanfare to their boarding of the airship, and it was with little pomp or ceremony that the jacketed Huntress found herself, coincidentally, sitting next to the boy (Luke Schwarz, right) she had been talking to only a minute or so prior.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Beacon Academy Oswald shook his head as Robert mentioned his team name. "We're MODE now. Aurelius got replaced by this hyper little kitty. Not as crazy as Shiro, but....well, she's still a bit bouncy. Yes, bouncy, that's a good term for it." As for being locked out of his room, Oswald had nothing. "Looks like you might wanna track down your team mates, actually. Other than that, the only thing I could think of would be to break down the door, but that's...more than a little excessive." "As for my day, it's not bad. Got my running in, just had some breakfast, and I was about to head back to my dorm and....change...out of my training gear." Guiltily rubbing the back of his head, Oswald shrugged. "I'd offer you something to cover up with, but I somehow doubt my clothes would fit your frame. At all."</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Skyra smiled, but then stared at the cheese. Cheese? "Uhm... thank's for the cheese, I guess... am I allowed to share it with my team? I can't possibly eat it all on my own" She picked up the bag and weighed it in her hand. It seemed extra large to her, mostly due to her dwarfish size, but her strength compensated for that fact enough to counteract her size. "Yeah, sure. But tomorrow's school, remember? Let's meet up after school, then, right?"</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Beacon Academy While Sapphire always kept up a morning training routine she's spent comparatively little time on her skills over the weekend. It had taken until late Sunday morning for her wounds to heal properly and to finally have her stitches removed. Showering with them had not been a particularly pleasant experience but the nurse said that it would do no harm as long as the water pressure was not extreme. With her wounds closed and the bruises starting to vanish from her throat Sapphire returned to the dorm to change into more appropriate clothing for a day out. After the missions on Friday Oswald had consented to go to her Uncle Daniel's karaoke bar in central Vale. She wasn't altogether sure that he had meant today and perhaps would want to put it off for another time but despite this Sapphire chose to dress for a day out. Even if Oswald did not wish to accompany her should could find something to occupy herself in Vale. Rather then the combat skirt and blue top she normally sported Sapphire dressed in black skinny jeans with a studded belt, and a black tank top the jacket she normally wore had several holes ripped through the back and she'd yet to have it repaired so for today she left it in the dorm. She tied her green bandanna around her neck then strapped her shotguns to her back and her temporary anelace replacements to her hips. It was an odd feeling to have the weapons on her belt rather then concealed on her wrists but hopefully it wouldn't be for much longer. She'd ordered the materials and mechanisms necessary to reconstruct her lost weapons. They would arrive by Tuesday and she could have Morpheus and Phobator reforged before their next mission. Maybe she'd give these ones new names. Sapphire thought she'd get some breakfast then try to locate Oswald, or perhaps text him on her scroll. However those plans were cut rather short as she saw a rather unusual sight not far outside the mess hall. It was Oswald looking like he'd just come from a run talking to RPGD Team leader Robert Fallson. That however wasn't what was strange, the odd thing was that Robert was dressed in nothing but a towel, looking as though he'd stepped out of the shower and decided to explore the campus immediately. Feeling this was too good to pass up Sapphire approached the pair. As she walked closer Sapphire spoke. "You know Robert, in civilized cultures we have certain dress standards but I suppose expressing your individuality is important too."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Well, this is Awkward! He'd tried to break off and get out of her hair like any well-meaning small-talker, but she's ended up sitting right next to him. That wasn't good! They'd just amicably parted ways and now here they were again, by random chance! What sick twist of fate had forced this situation upon him?! He needed to break the silence. It was unbearable, he just had to. Sorry, Gratia , but you'll have to put up with me for a little longer. "Say, Miss Gratia. Can I ask you something?"</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson "Well, thanks anyway, Oswald," Robert said in reply to Oswald's comment about offering clothes. Oswald's mention of Shiro though reminded Robert about his talk with Abel yesterday. He was still very interested in meeting the ferret that Team SASG had adopted as a pet. "Speaking of Shiro, you wo-" he began, before he heard the sound of his name again. This time it was from the leader of Team SASG herself, Sapphire. She'd probably know more about Shiro and Scoot's location then Oswald would, so Robert decided to reply to her comment first before asking her instead. "Hey Sapphire," he greeted. "Nice to meet a fellow team leader. Abel's told me a bit about you." Robert looked down at the towel wrapped around his waist as he started his next sentence before looking back to Sapphire. "As I had just told Oswald, the towel isn't much of a choice, more of a, uh, necessary, um... Basically I got locked out of my room and this was all I was wearing." He finished with a shrug, trying to make them think that he didn't care that everyone was staring and laughing at him. Experience taught him that teasing would only increase if they could tell that you were affected by it. "Anyway, Abel also told me about your team new mascot. I've been meaning to go see it, but haven't gotten the chance. You know where he is?"</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Vale "Hmmm let's see...", the old man listened to Cian while reading the note she handed him. This was all fairly simple. Her weapon was a ranged weapon, but it also sounded heavy, and then the hair clips. Compared to other requests, this was quite simple. "Yes, I can do this, you can come here tomorrow afternoon and it should be ready, the hairclips I can even give to you today, we have some such things on display if you'll look closer to the cabinet on the left", he was right. Along the wall was a bunch of glass cabinets, it was accessories, some of these seemed to be able to react with Dust, while others seemed to merely be sturdy. In any case, they were all pretty stylish, coming in a fair number of colours and designs. "Those are pretty popular with our female patrons, and not even just Hunters and soldiers either, so we've been making them stylish too because suddenly we're a semi-fashion store...", he gave out a small chuckle after saying this. "Huh, I never noticed those", "That's because you always come straight to the counter and not look around", he retorted.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian \| Vale Cian smiled as she nodded towards the man in thanks moving towards the mentioned cabinets to look for any that met to her standards. Say what you might about her being a tomboy or ungirly or anything like that one thing that must be kept in mind was that she was very very serious about her look and hair. Looking at the hair clips she found most of them decorated in one shape or another probably for fashion purposes more likely than not. While looking she decided to speak up "how much do these pins cost in order to channel dust? and how much for those that don't?" She asked as she laid her eyes on a three simple looking hair clips that were pure white in color simple they might be they fit her purpose of what she was looking for quite easily.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz--Landfall Well, that was pretty pleasant. Now then! First things first: Find a bike place! Setting off with just as much gusto as any of the other departees, arguably more, he set off down the first street he saw, mentally going through a checklist in his head about what requirements he had in his choosing of his latest and greatest trusty steed. Preferably sturdy. Maybe a Basket in the front. The ability to ride double if necessary. Red? Red. That one was a no-brainer. Did he want one of those foldable ones? The balance between portability and durability was a delicate one, and considering his priorities, tendencies, and general riding style... Better to not risk something collapsing randomly on him. To his luck, just at the corner a bike rack greeted his lively gray eyes, accompanied by a small, almost hole-in-the-wall studio. A specialist! An artisan! A strong use of his newly acquired lien! Lady luck is smiling upon me today! He entered the store with boundless enthusiasm.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Vale - Armour Store "Ah yes, it starts at 50 lien, and ones that channel dust go for up to 150 or so, if you want to go into battle, the ones at 150 lien hold dust and activate to guard against attacks. They're like a helmet really, a very stylish helmet", the old man was ruffling through a few other papers, likely other orders and organizing them. "If you want to make a stronger one that can be used to attack too, that will have to be special order and approved", as in probably earn credits for those ones, but generally a stylish helmet sounded good. "That sounds neat, I wish this bit of hair could do that", he commented, referring to the one bright and dagger-like strand of hair on his head.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Vale The central business district of Vale was large, populated by towering skyscrapers and hundreds of stores, as well as even a market where merchants of all varieties, earning too little revenue or selling too irregularly to rent a commercial property, peddled their goods amongst the streets of the city. It was not too dissimilar from her own home, Gratia could note, though Mistral was less built-up, with a far more diverse spread of the modern and traditional. Still, both city-states could be positively bustling with people at peak hours. She moved through the immense crowds, squeezing through gaps and every opportunity with nary an apology. She was intent on visiting locations of interest, fucking idiots swarming at rush hour or not. Her sharp eyes scanned eveery building she passed, burning their location and speciality into memory. The likelhood of her actually bothering to visit them was basically zero, but knowing where things were could be useful. Even that weirdass club for crackheads she just passed by. Gratia turned a corner, detaching from the crowds on the main road. What she needed to find now was some form of shopping complex, some giant, gaudy testament to the woes of consumerism to serve as a central location for her explorations. They had more shit than God sometimes. Standing on the sidewalk, hands tucked into the pockets of her coat and headphones tightly covering her ears, the teenage Huntress exuded a sense of impassive boredom as she marched down the street.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson "Exhibitionist?" Robert repeated. "What's an exhibitionist?" The boy began to mull the word over in his head, trying to guess the definition of the new word. "Well let's see, an exhibition is a public display of a skill or item, usually an art piece or something. The suffix '-ist' is used to denote a person who practices or is concerned with something. So an exhibitionist would have to be a person who presents things... Um, so what am I presenting?" he asked with a confused look on his face. That was when Robert realized that in the time it took him to figure out the definition of exhibitionist, Oswald had already left and was now replaced with the old buddy Abel. Well they probably hadn't been friends long to be considered 'old buddies', but that's beside the point. Forgetting how much clothing, or really lack there of, he was currently wearing, Robert greeted Abel as if nothing was wrong. It was too bad that Abel left almost right after Robert had noticed the guardian's presence. Turning back to Sapphire, Robert said, "Well thanks for the help anyway. Probably going go searching for someone from my team who can get me back in my room." He chose a random direction and began walking, unfortunately for him, completely missing the tiger-faunus and telepathic ferret that he has been searching for.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt nodded and smiled as he listened to the headmaster tell him where he would be staying and such. His stuff had been delivered to the dorm and he would he receiving his schedule shortly. He was very excited to be attending Beacon, it's been his life dream to attend a prestigious school like this. He looked at who his teammates were going to be and smiled. These all sounded like very nice people. He should make them a welcome back feast when they get back from their mission. He should probably make something simple though. Headmaster Ozpin coughed to get his attention and Cobalt's eyes focused. "Oh, yes of course! I'll get out right now! You're a busy man and I don't want to keep you waiting for me!" Cobalt got out of his chair and began to leave when Ozpin spoke. "You're forgetting your schedule Mr. Chideta. We wouldn't want you to be tardy." Cobalt chuckled and grabbed it from the desk. " Sorry." He backed out of the room and closed the door. Damn. That guy really knows how to make a guy feel at home. He's so calm all the time. Cobalt walked to his dorm and opened the door with the key he got. The room was nice, if a bit small for his tastes. He set up his stuff and smiled. Now all he needed was, ah there it is. He put up his poster of X-Ray and Vav and smiled. It wasn't much, but it was his new home. Now he needed to go out and make some new friends. He walked out of the dorm and locked it, then went to go meet people.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate A date? Abel had to make a conscious effort to stop himself from doing something stupid. Really, there wasn't much chance of it being a proper date, which was probably good given his inexperience. They would both have most of their teams around at the same time. Still, the thought of potentially spending time with someone not obligated to do so with him, particularly a girl like Krysanthe, made the smile on his face indelible for the next few minutes. Realizing he had been getting nowhere in regards to locating his teammates for some time, Abel opted to whip out his scroll and contact the remaining members of his team via the wonders of technology. Right off the bat, he realized he had forgotten to get Shiro's new number, still having the number of his smashed scroll on his own. After a hefty sigh, Abel decided to message Gren instead. To: Gren Orchid From: Abel Fulgurate Subject: Stuff we could do Hi. Been looking for you guys. I thought we'd go with everyone else into town and have some fun before school started. There's a bowling place called Drury Lanes that also has fast food. Neat, casual sort of place, we could hang out. Abel always felt somewhat self-conscious when he used words like 'hang out'. He always got the impression that other people would be thinking that he was trying too hard to be cool. I'll be at the airship docks in ten minutes, even if you don't want to go. Sapphire's not coming, she's doing stuff with Oswald. At first Abel had been about to type 'going on a date' rather than 'doing stuff', but he ran out of characters. Shrugging, he sent the text and made for the airship port. Naturally, Abel was the first to arrive—if anyone else was, in fact, coming. As much as he wanted to remain optimistic, he couldn't help but get that sinking feeling in his gut. Hopefully he wouldn't be heading out alone.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Show & Tell "They make hairclips that can do that?!" he gasped, eyes widening in disbelief. "Technology is amazing..." Force-field hairclips? That was something straight out of some JRPG, maybe one of those "magitech" settings in anime... Though, that'd be revolutionary even in Academy City... Force field Hair Clips! Seriously! Imagine if the Railgun got one of those things! A force-field Gekota clip... Hm. Would she even need one, though? Electromagnetism can get a lot done... "Oh, yeah. Already got it." he answered, vaguely gesturing outside. "Found a small little shop and got a nice one from it for a pretty decent price. Rides great!"</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid Gren scratched the back of his head. He wasn't surprised at her reaction, he was a complete dork. Perhaps it was best to leave things as they were. And at least he tried; every swing he doesn't take was a miss after all. Gren was about to give up and just go back to gardening when he received a message from Abel. "Bowling huh? I did have plans, but..." Looking over at the mysterious girl he sighed. He's already made a fool of himself already. What's wrong with doing it again? "Wait! I... My name is Gren Orchid. I'm actually going to head to the city soon to go bowling with my friends. If you're not busy, perhaps you'd like to come along?" Gren was expecting her to say no or just blow him off. After all, he invited her to breakfast, what made him think she wanted to go bowling with a complete stranger? Gren actually kinda wished he'd get attacked by Grimm right now. While this girl could no doubt take care of herself, at least it would give him a chance to act cooler then anything he's saying.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Airship Docks Shiro's ears perked when a student approached him and introduced himself. Looking up, he stared at the boy for a moment before frowning and tilting his head. His eyes brightened as he recognized the guy. "Robert? Robert Fallson? Oh, yeah! You're in Practice Class with me, aren't you? Yeah, I'm on Team Swansong with Abel." When Robert then reached for Scoot, Scoot crawled up to him and sniffed at the boy's hand. Shiro smiled and nodded, "Yeah, that's Scoot. You've heard about him already?" Looking at the ferret, Shiro was shocked as the creature then nipped and bit at Robert's hand. Telepathically exclaiming, "Bad!" "Scoot! What are you-!" Shiro quickly reached down and scooped Scoot up. "You don't do that! He's a friend of ours, okay?" Scoot, cradled in Shiro's arms, turned to sniff at the air towards Robert's direction and made an odd growl. "Bad!" Shiro was surprised to learn that Scoot had learned a new word, but what was exactly 'bad' about Robert? To be honest, Shiro didn't really know the guy very much so he couldn't draw his own conclusions on the man's personality type. But, even still. For Scoot to just bite Robert's finger out of nowhere when he never demonstrated an ounce of malice towards any other student. Looking up at Robert, Shiro's expression broke down into one of sincere apology. "I'm real sorry about that, he didn't hurt you or draw blood did he? He's never done that before, I don't know why he wouldn't like you." Shiro nervously chuckled as he leaned forward slightly to see how Robert's digits were. Straightening up, Shiro glared at Scoot and pointed a finger at the rodent's face. "Scoot, we don't do that! Bad!" The ferret, not quite understanding what was going on, sniffed and licked at Shiro's bandaged finger.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Beacon Docks Robert was probably more shocked than anybody else that Scoot decided to bite him. He let out an audible "Oww!" as his hand quickly recoiled away from the ferret. "Why would something so cute and adorable bite me?" he asked rhetorically. "And what did I do that made it dislike me so much? I don't smell that bad do I?" he continued, trying to lighten the mood a bit. Robert realized he was clutching his bitten index finger in his left hand and decided to give it a quick peek to see if it was in fact bleeding or swollen. As to be expected with his normal streak of luck, a slight trickle of red was running down the finger. When the concerned Shiro tried to look at the extent of the damage done by his team's pet though, Robert quickly hid his hand behind his back so he couldn't get a good look. "No worries, it's fine. Just smarts is all. No blood or anything," he lied. The red haired boy hated doing that, especially to someone he was trying to make friends with, but if Shiro found out that Scoot's bite broke the skin he'd probably feel worse about the whole thing. It wasn't Shiro's fault that Scoot saw Robert as a threat. Besides, I've had worse. Ever been bitten by a venomous spider? Man does that hurt. And going through the whole procedure of getting anti-venom is a pretty big hassle, too. Especially when you're broke. But enough about me, what are you doing? Going down to Vale, too?</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro and Vega Venetia Eating after shopping was quite relaxing for the two though the original restaurant Vega planned was packed so they ate at gourmet burger restaurant. Pricey but the food was quality. Afterwards the two strolled around Vale until coming across a sign... "Drury Lanes...hm. Want to check it out?" Gratia's only response was an ambivalent glance at her team leader, onyx eyes bland and uncaring in their gaze. It was evident that she held no particular view of going into the bowling alley; it wasn't as if she had anything better to fucking do. All she really cared for as of current was the gigantic triple-choc strawberry and mango smoothie that she was in the midst of sucking out of a curvy red straw. As well as listening to music. Headphones snugly attached to her ears, permanent scowl as her expression and an aura of spiky solemnity around her, the Huntress trainee was definitely not somebody who seemed approachable as they entered through the doors of Drury Lanes. The place had a neon-style vibe, noticing the ' as Vegas Gr8 Eats' sign. Hm this place does not seem so bad.. People were present from whether to the old men bowling to young teenagers, probably students from Beacon in Vega's mind. Vega gave a glance to Gratia after noticing the Arcade, "What to check out the Arcade and pass some time?" Vega had a stolid expression, was reserved. After all a long day in Vale exhausted her. One thing noticeable was that she wore her new jacket over her summery outfit, zipped up all the way only showing her shorts noticeable. She then crossed her arms glancing once more with reserved tight lips. A shrug was the response. Despite being surrounded by the unwashed masses of Valian idiots, she didn't really care whether or not they visited the Arcade or not. She'd let her team leader do what team leaders did: "lead". For something that didn't even fucking matter, but it wasn't like it bothered her that much anyway.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian \| Vale Salon Getting her haircut down she stepped down from the chair and quickly borrowed a mirror to fix her three recently brought hair clips to keep a bang out of her eye. With that done she went to greet her teammates "so what do you think" she asked as she turned around full circle so they can catch a glimpse of it. To her honestly it felt better like this for her it was easier and she didn't have to worry about her hair getting in her eyes when she turned her head sharply or anything like that. For her it fell into two simple categories it has to be practical and at least be somewhat fashionable. Call her whatever you want but you can't shake the fact that at times it is hard to do both. "Either way I am finished with my errand did you still want to check out the bookstore Luke?" She asked as she looked at the magazine that he has clenched tightly in his hand still it seemed that he fell for the common trap most fall for with magazines like that.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Red-Handed "Huh?" he asked, looking up from his dissection of the presumed scandal-- And feeling his ears start to burn as soon as he made eye contact with her. Not good! She saw him reading such superficial drivel with all that gusto! She was gonna think less of him for getting roped in so easily! He was but a plebian, another member of the unthinking masses now! He never wanted this! Scrambling slightly, he tossed the magazine away with a nervous and embarrassed chuckle. "Uh, yeah, sure! Maybe find something actually worth my time to read, right?" Okay, I've applied enough misdirection for reasonable doubt, right? Surely she'll understand! It's Cian! A good friend like her obviously would get it! I have faith in my teammate! What was the first question? Her hair, right. The whole reason they were there in the first place. ... His ears continued their slow burn, albeit in a much more muted and hard-to-notice manner. After all, she was a girl showing her new cut off right in front of him... Not an altogether common experience. And the style itself, for that matter, was one that he may or may not have had a weakness for... "I like it." he said after some careful deliberation. "I think it's pretty cute, actually. Looks good!"</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Drury Lanes' Arcade (Going for the High Score!) Sparing a glance away from the glowing screen of the arcade machine, Shiro saw Robert get suckered into blowing a good bit of his Lien by the prize-grabber game. Snickering, he shook his head in his moment of distraction. Golden eyes flitting back to his game, he was briefly shocked as his blonde fist-fighter's avatar was punished for his drop in attention. At this point, the difficulty in his virtual opponents was increasing. The stage's antagonist taking a good chunk out of his avatar's 'Aura Meter' with a nasty combo. Furiously tapping away, Shiro barely managed to eek out a clutch victory. "Phew! Nearly lost that round," he thought as he wiped at his forehead before moving into the next match. Mid-match, Robert came up to him after being defeated by 'The Dreaded Claw' asking if he could play with him. Forgetting that there was no 'Pause' button to the game, he turned away from the screen and smiled, "Sure, no problem! But I warn you, I won't take it easy on you even if you're a newblet. I will show no mercy for pros and scrubs alike!" Shiro started to grin, but had to take a moment to digest Robert's awkward moment of weirdness as he mirrored what he thought were legitimate martial arts stances. Even going so far as to 'Kyaa!' and karate-chop at the air in front of him. "Wow. He's stranger than I am," He couldn't help but burst in a fit of hearty laughter. Bad move. Just as he proclaimed to show no mercy on any fellow duelist, the game did the same to him in a matter of speaking. A loud announcer's voice declared 'YOU LOSE' and Shiro whirled around in horror with his mouth agape in astonishment to find his blonde pugilist knocked out and on the ground. A 10-second countdown timer ticked down and almost snidely asked him if he wanted to continue. Cobalt came up to them with a stuffed animal toy in hand asking Robert if he wanted it, but Shiro had other plans for Robert. Nearly slamming more tokens into the machine, he elected to continue but then inserted more tokens in Robert's stead. Essentially, he momentarily postponed his progress as the Challenger's selection screen came up. Reaching over, Shiro grabbed a fistful of Robert's shirt and jerked him over to stand next to him. Pointing a bandage-wrapped finger at the screen, Shiro looked at the red-head. "Pick a character now!" he nearly commanded Robert. Sure, his loss was all his own fault. But that wasn't going to stop the faunus-boy from taking it out on his friend, at least in the virtual fighting game. Once he managed to trounce Robert, he would feel better after attaining his vengeance and continue to finish his campaign. Though, the final levels may prove to be difficult. The stinging, almost mocking replay showed his blonde avatar get stun-locked into an impossibly dizzying combo that quickly whittled down his valiant fighter's Aura Meter in mere seconds.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - The Arcade It was only when he felt the touch of someone tapping him on the shoulder that Robert realized the ridiculousness of his previous actions. He tried to pretend that he wasn't embarrassed by the display, but he couldn't hide the blood that was rushing to his cheeks. Seeing who had called for his attention and why they had done so quickly distracted him from his shame though. "R-Really? Thanks, dude. I really appreciate it. If you ever need anything, just giv-" Robert began before being cut off by Shiro suddenly grabbing him in anger. Since he had been talking with Cobalt, he hadn't noticed Shiro become distracted and lose his game and was completely confused by the change in behavior. "Okay," Robert agreed as he grabbed the joystick of the game, slightly nervous of Shiro's sudden rage. He looked at each individual character's portrait and chose the one he felt had the coolest appearance, completely ignoring any of their stats. "This guy seems cool," he said as he chose the blond, sword and shield wielder. Little did he know that the character he had chosen was in fact just a joke character the developers had put in the game and was infamous among fans for being the worst character in the game. When the match began, Robert quickly pressed each if the buttons to see what each one did. "Alright, I'm ready! Let's do this!" Robert said as he rested his fingers on the jab and kick buttons.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - The Arcade "Nonononononononono!" Robert shouted as Shiro began his onslaught of attacks and combos. It may have only been a few seconds, but it felt like a lifetime to Robert, a lifetime of being unable to do anything. That didn't stop the redhaired teen from trying though, as he mashed the buttons and threw the analog stick in random directions hoping that he might get out of his horrible fate. When the flurry of punches and jabs from Shiro's character finally did end, Robert was horrified by the amount of health his character had left. "That was like... three quarters of my health. Maybe more!" His wide-eyed expression soon turned to that of determination though as he truly realized the skill of his opponent. "If I'm going to lose, you can be darn sure that I'm not going down without a fight!" Robert cried before making his character charge forward. As soon as he was in range, he began to rapidly tap the "jab" button with his index finger before backing away. His strategy was to now go for hit-and-run attacks. In no way did he expect to win with this strategy, but it should keep Shiro from getting a perfect match.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Drury Lanes' Arcade Grinning from ear to ear as Robert watched in horror as his avatar was nearly decimated, Shiro thumbed his nose and sniffed in an almost haughty and arrogant taunt. As if saying "What, that? That was nothing." After his red-haired friend got over the initial shock of nearly being pounded into the virtual ground, his renewed determination to come out of the situation Shiro put him in instilled in the tiger Faunus a sense of admiration for the guy. Laughing heartily, Shiro playfully smacked Robert's shoulder. "Now that's what I like to hear!" Turning his attention back to the screen, he had his blonde fist-fighter back off to her side of the screen. Quickly tapping a few buttons, he had her do a taunt similar to Shiro's at Robert's swordsman. Confidently smirking, she thumbed her nose and gave Robert's character a thumbs-down. "You're finished!" the blonde said. Having familiarized with nearly all her moves and combos, he quickly tapped a series of button combinations and had her load her Shotgun Gauntlets. He was sure her weapons had a name, but Shiro wasn't really concerned with that at the moment. From across the screen, Shiro's character unleashed a barrage of Dust Shotgun blasts at Robert's character, bombarding the swordsman as her one of her meters drained from the special moves. Robert's new hit-and-run irked Shiro slightly, and he was going to punish his new friend for it. Glancing to the side at Robert, Shiro smirked. "Heh-heh, let's see how you get out of this!" he said as Robert's character was hit with one explosive dust blast after another. Bobbing his head from side to side as he worked Robert's character over some, he melodically chanted "Be! Aggressive! B-E AGGRESSIVE!" Shiro laughed as he nudged his swaying hips into Robert's. His tail swaying with him.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - The Arcade Robert gritted his teeth as Shiro activated his character's special. "Leeeeerrrroy Jenkiiiins!" he shouted as he moved the analog stick in Shiro's character's direction. As the first shell of the barrage neared, Robert quickly pushed it upward, just narrowly jumping over it, it's following shots, and the blond heroine. "Hahaha! I can't believe that worked!" Robert shouted in disbelief. "Now! Taste my sword, fiend!" As Shiro's special began to end, Robert quickly turned his character around and began to slash and stab at the back of the defenseless girl before quickly backing away again. "How do you like dem' apples?" the red-haired teen taunted, nudging Shiro with his elbow, as he activated his own character's taunt. The sword wielding character pointed his sword at his opponent and stepped forward to strike what would have been a heroic-looking pose, if not for the sudden appearance of a banana peel that surely hadn't been there before, causing his character to slip and fall on his face. "Well that's a strange taunt," Robert said as his character began to lift himself off the ground.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Drury Lanes' Arcade "How...DARE he!?" Shiro stood unmoving with his mouth agape, momentarily stunned that Robert actually managed to get a short combo into his character's back. Not that it did much to the Aura Bar, but it was the principle of the matter."He actually managed to evade all that!?" His special meter, wasted. It was unbelievable, incredulous even! This plebian scrub, managed to actually get some hits in on him? No, he wouldn't stand for that. He wouldn't have the loss that was half-Robert's fault mar his winning streak. He was not about to take two losses at that! Apparently, his avatar was stunned too as a special animation played her sorrowfully reaching out with her palms as strands of her blonde hair floated to the ground. Clutching the cut strands of her luxurious hair in her fist, Shiro watched as she grit her teeth and she began to put off a golden glow. Her eyes reddening as she visibly grew angry. A notification popped up on Shiro's side of the screen as a small meter that seemed to fill as she got hit completely maxed out. "SEMBLANCE BURST!" The notification said. Looking down at the list of simple combos and controls on the console of the arcade machine, he saw a string of button combinations that seemed to activate something unique for each character if certain conditions were met. Apparently, he failed to notice the meter that filled whenever his character took damage. Whatever it was, it seemed to instantly max out if she took damage from behind and her hair got ruined. Looking down at the commands and back up at the screen, he quickly input them and watched as his blonde fighter let out a yell and a small bubble around her suddenly exploded with the activation of her Semblance. Eyes brightening as he gasped upon this discovery, he evilly chuckled as he looked at Robert. "You done messed up now, noob."</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - The Arcade Robert looked confused as Shiro's character as it played some strange animation of what looked to the beginning of some rage mode. "Uhh, that doesn't look good. What is that meter? Do I have that?" Robert asked worriedly. Slowly backing all the way to the edge of the arena, Robert raised his character's shield in the hopes that whatever happened next could possibly be blocked to either reduce or, even more unlikely, completely negate the incoming ass-kicking. "This is going to hurt," he said, almost unable to watch what would most likely be his character being beat to a pulp.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Drury Lanes' Arcade He had to act quickly, whatever activated for him surely wouldn't last long. He could only assume that his character moved faster and hit harder for a brief period in time, maybe setting up for her Super or Ultimate. Seeing Robert have his character back into a corner and put up his shield in a feeble attempt to turtle it out, caused Shiro to scoff and smirk. "Heh." Normally, some Supers in fighting games could easily be blocked or dodged. But, Shiro knew how to handle those kinds of players. For those who attempted to evade, delaying a few seconds and good timing usually nailed them. For those who blocked it was even easier as most throws in fighters broke guards. Having his lady dash right up to the swordsman, he had her grab at the turtling scrublord and toss him behind her. Looking down at the console of the arcade machine, he found what he needed to activate her Super as Robert's character was still mid-air from being thrown and expertly tapped it in. Cocking her arm back she blasted forward for a match ending flaming right hook. As the screen flashed to display and declare Shiro's victory, the faunus boy threw up his arms and cried out loudly, "WHOO!" tossing some of his tokens up into the air in a cascade of glittering victory. Jabbing at Robert's ribcage with his fingers, he rubbed it in some more. "In your FACE!"</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - The Arcade Robert looked down at the ground in shame before responding to Shiro's boasting with a shrug. "Ah well, you won fair and square," he said as he stuck his hand forward for a handshake. "Good game, Shiro. Maybe I should get some more practice so that next time I might be less of a noob?" The red-haired teen looked down at his scroll to see the time before looking back up to Shiro. "Well, I should probably head back to the dorms. Have never been much of a good sleeper and we got combat class in the morning. Hopefully I'll be able to put up more of a fight in real combat. You coming with or will I see you again tomorrow in class?"</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Dorm ==> Combat Class Sapphire woke the next morning clear headed. She unlike the cat faunus had enough foresight to order something non alcoholic. She got up well before anyone else in the room wishing to shower and change in privacy. More than likely none of her teammates would notice, they tended to avoid her area of the room as much as they possibly could, Sapphire had threatened to drop Scoot into a well if he was ever found in her stuff not long after they'd returned from the Shelter mission. It appeared the threat had been well heeded for her things remained so far undisturbed. The same could not be said for the rest of the room. Gren despite his need to look after absolutely every facade of his teammates lives kept his space in the room a complete mess. Shiro's things had never quite recovered from his hurricane blast through the room shortly before the mission and between Shiro and Gren Sapphire couldn't be sure if Abel had brought any luggage at all, not counting where it might be. Sighing in mild disgust Sapphire dressed in her normal cloths. She was preparing for a fight today so instead of her usual white silk gloves to cover the scars on her hands she instead wore fingerless black skater gloves, they granted increased control and grip which was a benefit to her fighting style. Yesterday she'd had to take her white gloves off in order to play her fiddle but she'd put them back on immediately after. She didn't think anyone at the table had noticed the long white scars criss crossing over her palms, at least they hadn't said anything about it. It was possible they were too polite. At least Oswald and the cat girl were. Fully dressed and ready for the day Sapphire armed herself, she was still using daggers from the Beacon armoury, it would be another day or two before the materials for her new nightmare blades where ready. The school ones where certainly the same length and design but they lacked any of the special features that her originals had encompassed. They didn't feel quite right in her hands but they would do for a simple sparring match. With her weapons in hand Sapphire went for breakfast before arriving at the arena. Goodwitch sent out a text with the pairings for the day. Hers was apparently someone named Napoli Fiordilatte. The name made him sound very much like a high maintenance aristocrat but Sapphire intended to get a read on him before making any assumptions.</s> <\|message\|>Violet Steel Emmy groaned, her head was...well it wasn't as bad as the previous morning, she had to admit. However it still was causing her grief and she had a big day ahead of her. Despite her own body's protests she marched herself into the bathroom and freshened up. For her it was her first day, and it was important for her for the day to go perfectly, make those good first impressions with the teachers, all that jazz. She got herself a bowl of cereal and some OJ, ate it up lightning fast, and then was off. ----------------------------- Ms. Goodwitch's class was buzzing with excitement and energy, and Emerald could practically feed on it. She was certainly more alert now and roaring to go. As their scrolls were updated with who would fight who Emmy looked at her own. She found who she was going to fight to be rather interesting, not that she had any clue who they were. For now however she found herself drawn to watching the first couple matches. The first one she saw was Robert Fallson v Krysanthe, which she found particularly interesting since she and Krysanthe had a personal duel scheduled after classes that day. It certainly allowed her to see what sort of moves that Krysanthe might use when it came time for their duel. She was confused by Robert's behavior however, and found his apparent issue with fighting woman to be silly. Faunus boys certainly weren't taught not to fight women, the sex and gender of their enemies didn't matter, you fought them regardless, or you died. She didn't think Robert would last long as a huntsmen with that attitude, what would he do if he had to fight a bad guy that was a woman? Silly boy. The next fight was Luke vs Shiro. Emmy of course had to root for Shiro, considering they'd already become friends. Luke looked like a pretty interesting guy as well, obviously they'd have to become friends as well, just not right now. The way Emmy described their fight was...intense. It got pretty serious for a while, almost frighteningly so. Emmy thought they'd both burn up in the explosion for a moment. In the end though Shiro came out on top, if only barely. He then surprisingly forfeited the match, despite having a clear victory. Emmy thought that said a lot about his character. ------------------------------------ Violet looked at both her comrades in turn, as if sizing them up. The familiar voice that spoke to them was wise as always, if they truly were to work with each other, they needed to know each other's strengths and weaknesses. Therefore they needed to fight. The warehouse they were in was large and full of obstacles, perfect for ambushing and sniping. As they were however, they were far too close to each other for a bow to be very effective. Violet silently pulled out her bow in front of her, before detaching the string and splinting it in two. She brandished the newly formed scimitars, one in each hand. "Prepare yourselves." She wouldn't speak again till their sparring was over.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Combat Class After struggling to get up from the slippery water that was now flowing off the stage, Robert was finally able to get off his back and onto his knees. "I... lost?" he asked rhetorically. He let out a disgruntled groan as he fell forward, now lying face-down in a pool of water. Robert tried to think how was it possible that his aura dropped into the red. "My aura was still in the yellow when she was about to do that aerial kick. Did slipping and falling on my butt really drop it to red?" Letting out a few more groans and moans, the red-haired teen finally pushed himself off the ground and stood up on his own two feet. "Good fight, Krysthane," Robert said as he walked off the stage. Every step that he took, his soaked shoes made a squelch noise and left a small puddle behind. Drops of water would fall from the corners of his clothing. His, now drenched, red hair clung to his head. As he sat down, Robert hugged his legs towards his body in an attempt to conserve body heat from the chilling water that had soaked him to the bone. "I wish I had a towel," he complained to himself.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane sighed, well at least they had a passing grade. "Uh ya good fight." she wished that she could have had a real fight but this wasn't that bad. That Robert guy was pretty good considering how well he had done without fighting back at all. Krysthane winced a little at the sloshing of his movement and his manner that clearly displayed his discomfort. She took off her red scarf and offered it to him, "Well its no towel, but you can dry yourself off with it." Krysthane said cheerily. He lost the match he shouldn't have to freeze his butt off as well. @Guess Who</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn "I basically like everything... especially sweet stuff." , Skyra opened up to Mokuren. In the meanwhile Skyra was finished polishing her two weapons and she swung them around creating the trademark whizzing sound she loved so much about her swords. Of course at the sound of her weapons she smiled broadly from ear to ear. "I absolutely love this sound. That's also why I fight. To hear these lovely sounds." She sheathed her swords again. "I actually think this fighting is not just a suggestion. But I'm kinda burned out a bit, from last Friday, you know. Fought almost the entire day, which I hadn't done for a while now since I've joined Beacon. Have to get used to constantly fighting again, although from what I remember from back then, before Beacon, it always was super-fun."</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren smiled, hearing Skyra liked sweet stuff. Cheese wasn't very sweet, so she would need to get something better. Maybe some Sweetmeats. Those could be good. And then, Mokuren heard Skyra's reason to fight. Such a...simple reason. Such a foolish reason. Mokuren felt rather envious of Skyra for that. "You fight for noise? That, is.....a nice reason" She said, still rather off balance at the whole thing. Why fight for something like that? It wasn't a nessecity. Skyra could do anything, beyond fighting, but chose to because she was enticed by her weapons sound. "It fills my heart with joy, and envy to see you so attached to your weapons. My sword is just a reminder of my faults. How I was to weak to save, to weak to resist. And eventually to weak to carry on living with him" She spoke as if in a daze, but then suddenly jumped up, and grinned, trying to ignore the fact that she had even spoke. "But, one must keep their spirit up, always. a vurnerable spirit makes you have your clothes eaten and stolen from you, so you must dash around in nothing but a towel! So, don't lose spirit"</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Combat Class Robert continued to watch the fights, shivering in his seat from his soaked clothing. When Shiro ran out of the classroom, a frightened expression on his face, the thought of following to see what was wrong with his friend crossed his mind. Only two things kept the red haired boy in his chair. The fear of Goodwitch's possible anger of him running out of the room in the middle of class without being excused, and the thought that maybe his imagination could possibly be blowing everything out of proportion. "For all I know, Shiro could just need to use the toilet really badly," he muttered. And so, he continued sitting in his chair, watching the fights. The sound of a familiar voice broke Robert's concentration on the two teens that battled for the sake of their GPAs. "Hmm? Oh, no it's alright. I doubt a scarf is going do much anyway. Thank you for offering though," he responded to Krysthane. He shrugged before continuing to speak. "Besides, now I'll be sure to remember not to get on your bad side. Wouldn't want to feel like I just got put through the 'Rinse Spin' on a washing machine again, now would I?" he joked, trying to convince Krysthane that he wasn't as bad as he looked.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Grane Blauer Grane Blauer "I see you just got your sea legs laddie!" "Gee thanks." Grane gripped his stomach in pain, trying to resist the urge to throw the the first mate and his shit eating grin overboard. He hadn't expected the ship ride to be that bad, he chose it over the airship for a reason, but the storm they went through made the ship lurch like no tomorrow. Perhaps he should have taken the long trek instead of trying his chances with this merchant ship. It would have been much more peaceful. And Grane wouldn't have felt like he was about to throw up yesterday's lunch. "Thanks for the ride I guess.... I'll go now." Grane jumped off the boat, and gave a sigh of relief as his shoes hit the ground. The Port of Vale was full of activity, as expected from such a major city. Well, with all these goods.... They wouldn't miss one measly bottle. He needed it for the next bloody ride he'd have to take to get to Beacon. Gods know Grane would rather be drunk than trying to sit through a flight on nothing. He hastily shoved the bottle in his bag after taking a sip. It seemed that no one was really watching, as he made no attempt to hide the blatant crime. Grane found his airship and waited for the flight to start…but then fell asleep. --------- Grane found himself waking up with a bad hangover. He was never too good with alcohol anyway, but that never really stopped him. Grane sluggishly walked off the airship, making it to the entrance of Beacon. Grane actually didn't know what to do at this point- nothing came to mind, and perhaps he was a bit too drunk to think properly. Aimlessly walking around, Grane hoped he might find someone with authority he could talk to. None of the students really wanted to talk to him, and some even mumbled something about bad music. He saw someone who looked relatively new as well, and found himself following him in hopes of finding some sort of faculty.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn An elated giggle erupted out of Skyra breathing in the fresh air. "Your bum is just right. Not too fat, but still properly butt shaped. It's at least better than mine." In a swift motion she reached into the bag of sweets, pulled something out, she didn't actually care what, and put it into her mouth merrily chewing on it. "Shanksh!", she mumbled, her mouth full of the remains of baked goods. Quickly she gulped it down, although still savouring the aftertaste in her mouth. "You're also a lot more well equipped in other areas than me." Skyra winked and massaged her small bumps on her chest for a second. "Not that I wanted yours, though."</s> <\|message\|>Algernon Fullbuster It took a conscious effort on Ozpin's part not to sigh. To be certain, change was a part of life, and flexibility was part of dealing with the changes it threw one's way. That the student body would be this much in flux, however, managed to upset the headmaster. And this time, the circumstance was far more worrying than a transfer to another school, as with team JRVR, or a recall for reasons of 'family business' as had been used for Aurellius and Marcus. Overnight, three students had disappeared. For some time now, a steady tension had lay beneath the surface of everyday life, touchable only faintly by Ozpin, his friends, and his professors, though there nonetheless. Now, however, it seemed as if whatever force lay in opposition to Beacon had made its first move. The pieces had been set a week ago; now, the game had begun. The lives of students could, however, lend themselves only to a most cruel game. Come Friday, team JSSC would be on its way to find and rescue Priscilla, Daniel, and Grayson. Until then, the gathering of information would be key. None of this mattered at the moment, however. New students, previously without allies to call their own, were right here now in Ozpin's office, and he turned away from contemplating the view from his window to greet them. He studied their faces, internalizing their features as well as names. Delta Snow. Brown eyes closely regarded the pale blue. Grane Blauer. He scrutinized the unique look on his face. With these two, that would make three down, counting Miss Beryl Harkan, who he'd spoken to earlier. Soon to arrive would be the senior Sterling, back from his extended voyage, to join his teammates Jasmine and Sarina and to meet Claire for the first time. The student body would be in full strength—though immediately after thinking this, Ozpin chided himself for even beginning to consider his pupils as an army. Ironwood, though a friend, had yet to convince him to employ him that the students should do anything save evacuate in case of some kind of invasion. "Welcome to Beacon, then. Grab your scrolls and then seek out Robert Fallson, your team leader. I expect from you two every ounce of dedication and effort, if not more, than from the students who began their year here. You have until lunch to visit the team's classes, socialize, and relax, but afterward..." he shook is head, trying to ignore an annoying music coming from somewhere outside the room. "...it will be time to begin." Outside the school It wasn't long before the source of the noise made itself apparent. Behind the campus of Beacon was a hill, and cresting it now came the point from which the cacophony originated. Shambling down the slope came a boy, who looked to be about fourteen, with shaggy sand-blonde hair that reached his shoulders, frayed and dirty clothing, and a look of exhaustion on his face. The very air around him trembled, seemingly vibrating at ultra-complex frequencies to create sounds from nowhere; it did not take a sharp mind to guess that the making of soundwaves was this young man's semblance. Even so, it looked to be an obscenely powerful one. Now that the boy could see people facing him, he visibly scrunched himself up in order to deaden the tooth-rattling music. In an instant, there was dead silence save for the ringing of ears. The boy walked closer. Professor Fullbuster rushed to his side to lend him his shoulder and keep him from falling over. When the strange and ominous newcomer drew close to the group, three new features could be seen. First, his sclera were not white, but black, framing disconcerting white irises. Second, his mouth was seemingly stitched shut, which perhaps explained his emaciation. Third, tattooed down the bridge of his nose in bold black print was the word: EMBODIMENT. Before anything else could be seen, there came a single melodic and ethereal whisper in the air, "help me" before the last of the boy's strength faded from him and he collapsed in the professor's arms. Fullbuster motioned for another student to assist him with carrying the newcomer. "We must get him to the clinic immediately. I need one more of you to help open doors on the way. Someone else needs to run and find the headmaster, he oughta be in his office right now. Go, quick!"</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta-Outside Cobalt's eyes widened as rushed forward to help Professor Fullbuster. He shouldered the strange boy and looked around. He took the weight of the boy entirely as he picked him up and carried him Bridal style. He was somewhat heavy, but he was used to carrying heavy things. Cobalt looked at the boy and flinched. His mouth was completely stitched shut, his clothes were torn in various places, and he looked like he hadn't slept in days. Cobalt looked around at everyone staring and growled. "I'm sorry, I thought we were being trained to help people! I didn't know this was a school meant to train people in the art of being a lazy ass slacker!" He yelled at several people who were doing nothing but staring. "Hurry up and open the damn doors!"</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Outside "Oh my- What the heck happened to this kid?" Robert said as soon as he got close enough to see the face of Beacon's new arrival. Upon seeing Prof. Fullbuster motioning for help, the red-headed teen rushed in to aid the teacher and unnamed boy. Cobalt seemed to beat him to the punch though. "Okay, I'll get Ozpin," Robert said as he rushed to the the headmaster's tower. "Who could have done something like this?" he said as he burst through the first set of doors. Everyone was probably thinking it, but he was the first to say it out loud, though he knew he wouldn't receive an answer. At least not one that would satisfy his curiosity. Two things stood out in Robert's mind as he raced through the hallways. One, even he knew that this was the beginning of something terrible, and it could only get worse from here. And two, could this be related to Priscilla, Daniel, and Greyson disappearing? They only went missing last night, so Robert thought that maybe they went out and did something together and would come back in the middle of one of their many classes together. With this though, the fear that the events could be related plagued his mind. Finally, Robert burst through the last set of doors that led to Ozpin's office. Running from where the commotion outside was coming from and all the way up the tower, because the elevator was taking way too long, left the team leader out of breath. "Mr. Ozpin," he said before having a coughing fit. "Boy... Outside... Embodiment... Sewn mouth... Come quick..." Robert continued between large gulps of breaths. He definitely needed to try a lot harder in Ms. Iderson and Ms. Vanhomrigh's class so he wouldn't get like this after a small amount of running. Though in his defense, that was a lot of stairs.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Delta Snow Delta Snow - The Familiar's Ramblings Delta had been passing the time by coiling the hair that usually hung over the bridge of his nose around his finger. His gaze drifted over in the direction of his familiar sending volleys of queries at his newly acquainted comrades. It was fun to see his companion in such a jollity state, even refreshing, almost. The sight could almost put a smile on his face, if his facial muscles actually had prior usage. But the chatterbox of a familiar also fulfilled a secondary purpose in this scenario. Eve's intention was to get to know its comrades, but it also gave leeway for Delta to indirectly study his teammates. The leader, Robert, actually took the time to answer every individual question haphazardly flung at him, while the other simply gave a short response listing the necessities. Succinct, straightforward, and with minimum time spent. It was easy to see which of the two had the more disciplined pedigree. But on the other hand, albeit Robert seemed to be a bit sheepish, he appeared to be the kind of guy to put in immeasurable bouts of time and effort into anything without the slightest of obligation, no matter how daunting the task may be. Delta could tell why he was appointed as the leader of his previous team. The boy couldn't help but to wonder what exactly happened to them, considering what time of the year it already was, he should already have three more members backing him up at this juncture. He wouldn't pry. Not yet at least. Eve hung onto every word, watching as the syllables gravitated themselves from their points of origination and glided into the semblance's ears. It was then that Eve realized it had forgotten to introduce itself, pouting for a moment at its own brashness. "Sorry, I was so caught up in the heat of the moment, I forgot to introduce myself." The familiar rubbed the back of its head with a stubby appendage and lightly chuckled at itself, "My name is Eve, I'm Delta's semblance! I don't have an exact gender, so feel free to designate me by my name. I materialized as soon as Delta was able to manifest his abilities, which means I'm basically connected to his lifeforce." The familiar glanced back at the aforementioned boy, who was aimlessly staring off towards the door. A sigh escaped its miniscule mouth before continuing on with the conversation, "Oooooh, pizza?! Wonder if it can challenge sergeant Ken's homemade pie. Glad to hear that the academy has a wide diversity of sustenance." Eve was glad that the chefs here weren't as narrow-minded as those back at their old base. They were probably friendlier as well. Eve tilted its head when Robert asked to clarify about what it exactly wanted to know. An arm pressed itself against its chin as it thought over the next question. "I guess… What's your best feature?" Eve could already tell that Grane would resonate well with Delta. Quiet people always seemed to have another form of communication, one which transcended words. While all of this was happening, the student was wondering when they would go on to their next class. There was somebody he wanted to meet.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Dismissed When Headmaster Ozpin appeared and stormed into the infirmary, Oswald straightened out like a board. He knew the situation was FUBAR, but it took the normally aloof man's dead serious face to drive into him that they might be dealing with forces beyond their power. As Cobalt skittered off and Sapphire went to address their headmaster, Oswald frowned. He wasn't used to letting something like this go. It certainly didn't feel right, either. Perhaps he'd ask Sapphire for more information and request that his team be involved in any movements Ozpin was willing to make in regards to this event. The bubbling rage he'd felt earlier was still there, it was just much quieter now. Still, he knew that above all else, a calm head was needed. At least until other heads needed to be busted. Oswald would wait until he was given a target, but all bets were off as soon as his leash was dropped. Of all people, certainly a leader of one of the most powerful groups of humanity knew the consequences to letting loose the hounds of war. Grunting as he was left alone, Oswald made his way to Math class, ready to make a pointless attempt at the work they were being given. He was either going to fail out of Beacon, or just barely pass. At least he was a contender for high marks outside of the academic classes, right? Right.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Math Class Robert wasn't one for bragging, in fact he was quite modest, maybe too much so. When Eve asked him for his 'best feature,' it was a surprisingly difficult task for him. "Hmm... best feature. Best feature. Best feature," he said as he gave the question some serious thought. "Well there's... Uh... Maybe... No... Umm..." he continued. Finally, he came to a decision. "Well, I was chosen to be leader for some reason right? I guess it's my leadership abilities. Not wanting to just end the conversation there, Robert thought of a new topic to continue the conversation. "So Eve, what can you tell us about yourself and Delta. Knowing what my teammates are like certainly helps when trying to lead you all in combat. Wouldn't want to send someone with arachnophobia to fight a group of Broodlings." Not even Robert knew how helpful talking to Eve and getting to know his new team was. Without this distraction, his mind would certainly wander, and if that happened it wouldn't take long before he returned to thinking about his old team. Doing that wouldn't help anyone, it would only send Robert into a mood of depression and sorrow as he thought of all the other people in his life that he'd lost and could possibly never see again. At only the age of eighteen, he'd already lost more than most. No point on dwelling on it though.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Naoko Kuma [color=grey]Naoko- Aura Control Class[/grey] Naoko listened intently to what the teacher was saying. Despite being a senior, every tiny titbit of information was another step closer to becoming a better fighter, and the potential of what laid before him was astonishing. To be able to control your own aura like that, it's almost like another weapon. Unfortunately, throughout the class, Naoko had difficulty perfectly repelling the attacks of his partner. To focus so intensely like that probably required more than one session of training and probably a tiny bit of talent as well. I mean, class was fine, but Naoko would much prefer a mission. Experience in the field and whatnot.</s> <\|message\|>Delta Snow Delta Snow - "What happens in Vale, stays in Vale" (Changing the text color of Delta so it's a bit more noticeable. ( ﾟ▽ﾟ)/ ) "So… Are you sure we should still leave him be?" Eve whispered to Delta as they both stared at Robert a few rows down, who still had talked with either of his teammates. The man was wallowing in self-pity. Both of them were witnessing the plight of a bespectacled adolescent, twiddling his thumbs, drowning in a sea of angst. "Eh. This is kind of nostalgic. Remember that one guy from boot? Name started with a Y? Cried for his mother the first day we were there?" The two bared a striking resemblance, since nobody seemed to answer their cries for help. "How about now?" Eve poked again worriedly, Delta slightly shook his head instantaneously in response. "A little bit longer. Let's see if he notices or something happens." Finally, a beacon of hope waltzed over to the loner, bearing gifts of conversation and recognition of his existence. Whatever she was saying was inaudible over the bounds of volume emanating from the slew of topics being flung about the room, but at least she was chatting with the redhead. A sigh of relief slipped out of his lips, allowing him to ease his posture. "It's alright, besides…" The student trailed of when he heard someone beckoning for him from behind. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Grane next to what he presumed to be an old friend of his, with a grin wider than the circumference of Remnant's sun stretched across his face. He had to admit, he was a bit surprised to see the guy in such a giddy state. Delta presumed Grane sported a scowl 24/7, but it just goes to show one can't judge a book by its cover. Well, unless that cover is drenched in scotch, then maybe a conclusion or two could be made. The boy tilted his head at the hand motion his comrade made, it took a few minutes for him to realize that he was supposed to make his way over to the two. He quietly pushed his chair back and paced towards them. They seemed to be reminiscing over something, maybe about their probably colorful past with each other. Grane promptly introduced the faunus of the hour as Gren Orchid. Delta peered down at the outstretched hand and slowly leveled his own, still a bit new to socializing with people his age. "Likewise. Oh, last name's Sn-" All at once the rage of a thousand young suns set upon his volar region. The student winced slightly, but kept an overall blank expression as the two shook hands, "...-ow." He managed to eek out the last fragment of the sentence before he retracted his hand back into solace. The boy rolled up each phalange, just to make sure they were still operational. Grane spurred on the conversation by bringing up their team leader, who they had only known for about an hour at the most. He did find it a bit early to start making statements, but given Robert's uneasy demeanor, the faunus' comments were warranted. "Well, there's still much left to be seen. I wouldn't critically analyze him yet. I've had a few squadmates in the past who started circulating assumptions of other members, ended up creating a whole incohesive unit." He firmly stated, then took a double take on Robert, "But even I'll admit that he needs a morale boost." Delta commented with his monotonous tone, plucking a stack held together by tattered rubber bands and thereby proceeded to pocket it. At least Gren came prepared, perhaps he would pursue a life of an entrepreneur after he retires as a huntsman. He certainly found a way to get on people's good sides. That steak sounded pretty alluring right now. "You're right, we haven't even checked out the city yet! It will be a good learning experience~. Maybe we'll find a few restaurants which prepare chicken!" Oh yeah. That's why birds hated Eve. The familiar had remained silent during the entire conversation and finally decided to chime in. "Oh, sorry. I'm Delta's semblance, Eve. Pleased to meet you, Gren." It bowed its head as a greeting, "I've got a person or two in mind. I'll grab… What did you refer to him as again? 'Sad Sack'?" He spun around on the ball of his foot and began to descend the steps leading to Robert's row. "You're not drinking." "I know." Delta followed up without skipping a beat. "Not a single drop." The boy stopped next to Robert and a student he was conversing with. "Hey Robert! What's with the sullen look? Anyways, Delta was wondering if you wanted to go out with him and a few classmates later on. It'd be nice to have another person who knows their way around the city on board!" The young soldier presented not one, but two cards in his palm. Eve raised an eyebrow, but suddenly picked up on what its companion was denoting, "Oh, and you're free to come along too, miss…?" Eve trailed off as it looked up at the girl. She appeared to be the same age as Delta, armed with cyanic irises which mesmerized the familiar. A whole lot more interesting than the monochrome slate grey the student bearing it was born with. Hopefully her name was just as interesting.</s> <\|message\|>Violet Steel Violet Steel "I'll retrieve this Crimson Volk from the station." Violet declared. With Valin already offering to be the distraction for the Vale Hospital mission it was really the only option she had. She was about to head over to the blue box and pick up the mask needed for the mission when Amber spoke to her. She slowly turned towards him, looking at him with a cold stare. "I'm only going to say this once, so listen well. I didn't join this group to get shacked up. I joined because I believe what we're doing is for the good of the entire world, that's it. I don't know why you and the others joined, and frankly I don't really care. Just do your part, and I'll do mine." She turned and began to walk away, before pausing and looking at Amber with the corner of her eye. "And about the whole getting me 'wet' thing…that's sexual harassment… don't do it again." Without another word to Amber she walked over to the cardboard box and pulled out the mask that would identify her as a member of a local gang. She saw no reason to delay her rescue attempt of Crimson Volk and simply left the warehouse.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - History Class "Huh?" Robert replied as a girl he couldn't remember the name of said something. "Sorry, were you talking to me? I don't think I caught that." He had been distracted when Cian sat down, listening to the conversation between Gren, Grane, and Delta. It certainly wasn't Robert's proudest skill, but over the years he had gained an exceptional talent for eavesdropping on things that he wasn't supposed to hear. Back in his old life, it was practically required for him to listen in on other people talking, because the more information you knew on your mark, the better the chances that you would get away. Part of him wanted to tell his team that he wasn't usually like this, all depressing and sulky, it was just a combination of recent events. Running into the White Fang again after so many years, his team going missing, the possibility that the boy from earlier might be connected to what happened. It was hard not to be a little dow- Oh no, Delta's coming over. "Oh hey, Eve. What's going on? You here to tell us about Gren's par-" He let it slip. Now Delta and Eve would know that he heard everything. This could get awkward. Knowing there was no way to take back those words, Robert finished his sentence, "-ty?" He gave an awkward smile to his teammate and his little semblance.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn "Nooooooooo!", Skyra flailed and fake-shouted. "Not my tomboy image!" Another fit of laughter arrived and shook her tiny body. It took a while for this fit to cede and after that Skyra looked right into Mokuren's eyes and with a serious, but still somewhere joking, voice she stated: "I already wear a skirt in combat... and here in school, too, with that uniform. I don't need no dress!" While still that close, Skyra breathed in and caught a whiff of Moku's lovely, foxy smell. How did she manage to smell that nice all the time? That thought, though, was for another time, since her scroll beeped. "Huh... Krys is inviting me for lunch... to this new deli place or something...", she looked up from her scroll and sized up Mokuren for a minute until she, suddenly excited again, spurted out: "Wanna come with me? Eat a nice lunch? Don't worry about the money, I'll invite you."</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren watched Skyra flail as her tom-boy image was mercilessly destroyed, and twirlied an invisible mustache, laughing evily out loud. "HahaHAhaha" However, all joking and laughing aside, she managed to retain some shread of sanity when Skyra spoke. "Ohh, a skirt is no good. It has to be a beautiful dress, one that flows and makes you look so beautiful" Mokuren explained, her nose bleeding as the prospect of such an attractive sight. Then, on a stray bit of wind, Mokuren caught Skyra's scent in full, and it made her happy. This girl, this faunus, smelled so good, for whatever reason it was, Mokuren wasn't about to complain. What she did do, however, was advance on the girl and nuzzle her neck, but only for a few seconds, since she was interupted by bleeping. "Die foul bleeping thing!" She exzclaimed, before Skyra dealt with it. Apparently, it was an invite to lunch, with Skyra. Skyra inviting to lunch. Skyra Lunch! Swiftly imitating a tomato in colour, Mokuren bit her lip hesitently for a few seconds, and then nodded. "I...like that idea. It's a date!" She declared with great vigor, only to freeze when she heard what she had actually said, and remain stiff, awaiting the judgement of Skyra.</s> <\|message\|>Naoko Kuma Naoko's arm felt like it ricocheted of off Taidan's deflection. Naoko was amazed but immediately began analysing Taidan. He looked at his eyes, his body composure, stance and so on. He looked him up and down again before finally asking. "How'd ya do it?" Naoko inquired, throwing his arms up in the air in frustration. "I can't do it. What's your method T?" He further continued. Naoko had to know the secret to this technique. No matter what it took, not being able to use this kind of power was failure in his eyes, and he will never give up until he has every single tool he can acquire to become a great hunter.</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta Cobalt nodded as he listened to what Diamond said. He understood all those points. "I get it. It's hard to let go and let someone else choose for you." Cobalt smiled after she gave him a chance in the leadership department. It was far away from friendship but maybe there was still a chance in those regards too. That smile immediately went away after her following words. "I'll keep that in mind." Suddenly she had a knife to his stomach and it took all his willpower to not reach for the handgun he had hidden in his left back pocket. "If you're gonna preach to me about self control, how about you don't immediately draw a knife on me." He called out to her as she walked away. Whatever. "I don't think we're going to ever be friends." Cobalt muttered to himself as he walked away. When was lunch going to end?</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Aura Control Class Taidan grinned, his face immediately becoming a visage of great cheer as he clapped his hands together, a clear sign of an incoming longwinded explanation on how he had exerted his Aura in a manner that had allowed him to counter his teammate's attack. The pretty boy closed the distance between them, moving to throw an arm over Naoko's shoulder. "You know how you can sorta like, feel your Aura just flowing within you, all the time?" he began, materialising one of his ethereal arms to slowly turn and emphasise his point. "It's like, you gotta intensify that feel until you find what hits the spot, what point makes it real easy for you to channel it all to one bit." He flicked back his pinkish-brown hair. "The hard bit is aim. "</s> <\|message\|>Vixian (Vixi or Vivi for short) Viridian Vixi Viridian Vixi was never one for tours, planned routes or anything that required step-by-step guidance from someone at all, really. So as soon as she was able, she was striking out on her own, exploring Beacon at her own pace. This usually resulted in ajar-mouthed stares and moments of awe at the sheer magnitude and architecture. Another reason that the less people around her, the better: she looked like a simple-minded bumpkin. But on some level, Vixi didn't care. She had finally made it. Vixian Viridian had finally made it to Beacon. Her time in between the training Academy and now had been a blur, for the most part. Even the ride here had only vaguely piqued her interest. Her father had a very "I won't believe it until I see it" and Vixi supposed she got a bit of that from him, saving all of her awe and attention until the moment she touched down at Beacon Academy. Her meeting with the headmaster had been brief, something urgent taking his attention and she was left to wander on her own with her "Scroll" in hand. The infernal device didn't make too much sense to her so she simply stuffed it in her back pocket as she wandered around the school campus, taking in the air and light, the overall tranquility of the school. Vixi had been raised in a conglomeration of rigid and stiff environments. She was always training and learning the proper way to present herself to be on par with the boys. But that wasn't her at her core. This place seemed more her style. Now….if she could just find someone to help point her to…..where ever she should go.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Deli N'Doul Robert mostly just watched everything going on at the table. The large amount of people all surrounding a single table, no matter how large the table was, was a tad disorienting. It was amazing that in the large crowd he was able to make out a face, especially one that he barely knew. "Isn't that-" he thought aloud. The team leader of RVGD pulled out his Scroll and checked to be sure. "It sure is." The face he had seen was that of his new teammate who he had noticed been added automatically to his contact list as she was part of his team. "Vixi! Over here!" If Vixi decided to join the rest of her team, Robert would be first to introduce himself. "Hey there. I recognized you from the team roster on my Scroll. My name's Robert and I'm your team leader." He would stick his hand forward to give the girl a friendly handshake as well.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Cafeteria He actually had no fucking idea. He had been legitimately flummoxed by her question. Had he ... never noticed that his fucking hair made a fatass couch potato seem like an unmoving object? That was ridiculous. But the sheer confusion Gratia could see on the other teenager's face, the motion of the lines and creasing of the skin; she was dealing with somebody who didn't even fucking know how their own body worked. It was irksome. "Your hair," she continued flatly, tone still unchanged even as her onyx eyes met that of Michael's gray, "it fucking moves for no real reason. Why the hell do they do it?" Were they emotion-influenced? She wanted to fucking know. Because the huntress was going to understand the shit behind it no matter what it took. Even if Schwarz had no ability to answer. "Have you not fucking noticed at all?" she asked, unwaveringly bored.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Subject of Interrogratian "I've noticed people tell me it happens a lot, but I've never seen it myself." he fired back, intimidated but not deterred. "In fact, the first time I heard about it, I stared at myself in the mirror for nearly two hours to see if it'd do anything." And as it happened, two boring hours passed. Without the odd outstanding emotional stimulus nor Shinbou-inspired writing (okay, imagery) direction to produce a reaction, it simply lead to one very bored Schwarz son milling about his room before collapsing onto his bed for a mid-afternoon nap. Really, the only potential evidence he'd found towards the theory was one very, very brief instance where he thought his mom's might have done so, but even then he was mostly sure he was just seeing things then. Even in spite of the accusations that the same was happening with him. ...Maybe. Maybe it does move. Maybe there's a chance. A small chance. "I haven't seen it happen with either of my sisters, either. Are you sure the thing being there in the first place isn't just messing with you? It is pretty distinct." Whatever the case was, he was as stumped as to why as she was. After all, how could he not be? He'd spent so much more time denying its existence than actually considering the possibility, so why would he even begin to know? He was only human, he didn't hold the secrets of the universe in the palm of his hand! For Pete's sake, he still had twelve years to burn before reaching wizardry! It wasn't a foregone conclusion! "You probably just saw it in the wind. It was pretty breezy on the landing pad, remember?" he suggested diplomatically.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Cafeteria There had definitely been movement both during their meeting at the landing platform and mere minutes before. Gratia knew how hair moved when exposed to the wind, her long, flowing locks of black and brown a testament to its effects, and the other teenager's ahoge had been far too controlled. It was irritating however, to learn tgat the source of her itching curiosity had no fucking idea in hell that his hair was some shitty phenomenon, nor did he entertain the possibility that it was. "Your hair wasn't moving in accordance to the breeze," she replied immediately, tone shifting slightly to reveal an undercurrent of annoyance. "And it fucking mobile just now. There is no wind here." In fact, if her suspicions were correct, then the source of the strange hair motions were simulated by emotional stresses. Was it an output similar to a regular human's facial expressions? The Mistralese teenager would have to commit herself to further observations to find out. "I will test this," declared Gratia suddenly and without warning, though her impassive tone changed not one bit. "It appears to take action in correspondence with your emotional state." There was utterly no point in doing this. No fucking point. But it wasn't like she had any other fucking hobbies.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Back and Forth "Was it? I didn't feel anything." he countered, sliding his now dormant scroll into the pocket of his uniform's pants. This was, of course, the absolute truth. With the logical assumption that if his hair moved, its motion could be felt as well-- as it would blowing in the aforementioned wind, for instance -- he was rather skeptical of the notion, despite her complete seriousness in her insistence of the fact. "You're really interested in my hair, huh?" he muttered rhetorically, propping one elbow up on the table and resting his jaw upon it, feeling increasingly less put-off by her unique demeanor the more he grew used to it. It was almost like progressive exposure therapy-- systematic desensitization. Perhaps it was due to increasing familiarity with Gratia herself, but he'd save such hypotheses for Psychology, three periods away. "I'm a bit surprised, honestly. I'd figure at this school of all places a strange sight would be mostly written off as normal. Especially something so small as my hair appearing to move sometimes." Note that he said appearing. It was a very deliberate choice in diction, and I'm sure by now anyone deigning to read will understand what it's getting at. I really don't think it is. No matter which of them were in the right, though, that had to be at least more normal than the incident second period. And hey, speaking of this morning... Maybe some things just get her going for some reason. Like in combat class, when she fought Cian. It was like somone'd just lit a fire inside her. That stoicism of hers that she had so often wigged him out with, especially in contrast with her aggressive language, has flown out the window. It was like she was almost counteracting that berserker side she'd shown... Could that be right?</s> <\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou IC: Amaranth Desire, wishing the dwarven hammers smashing into the sides of her skull in search of Mithril would JUST GO AWAY She'd missed history, she knew that... And she had a mind to miss the rest of the day and just stay in the blissful silence of her dorm room. Her pajama pants and shirt were extremely comfortable, and the last thing she needed was to open the package sitting on her desk and face the reality of another male uniform. She had enough of a headache as it was, calling up that idiot at the distribution office would not help at all. Nah, she'd rather stay right here, stay on ibuprofen, not face Chatsworth's YELLING. But that DAMN ALARM was going off. And it was all the way across the room. And after the crap she'd pulled in Combat and over the weekend, she couldn't afford to miss another class, and from a pragmatic perspective... She was getting hungry. Amy rose up in bed, rubbing her eyes and grabbing the bottle of Ibuprofen off of the table near her, pouring out the maximum recommended dosage and swallowing the pills in one go. Her collar snapped back into place, but she wasn't getting out of her pajamas. At worst, the pants looked like yoga pants and the shirt was just an ordinary t shirt. Screw dress code. Screw uniforms. Screw the DAMN DISTRIBUTION DEPARTMENT. ... And screw that dang punk rock the kids are listening to these days. ***</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Cafeteria "Your hair could fucking burn for all I care," she replied tonelessly. "But not until I sate my interest in it." The assumption that Schwarz' strange hair situation was associated with his emotional state was one based on very little evidence, the only sign having been the surprise on his face earlier. But it was a hypothesis that had greater basis than any other shitty idea that could pop up. And Gratia was going to prove that her hypothesis was correct. By all fucking means necessary. "My dorm, straight after classes, " she continued, standing from her chair with remarkable solemn grace. "DoN'T be tardy." And once again, she was the stoic Mistralese huntress, walking away into the crowd with nary another word.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Deli N'Doul Robert gave the question some thought. No matter the response, his answer would be quiet the generalization, something he usually tried best to avoid making. Robert thought back to an old quote he read as a kid while loitering inside a local library. How'd it go again? Something along the lines of, 'All generalizations are false, including this one.' He was pretty sure the guy who said it was named Mark-something. Mark Twig? Mark Train? Mark Twai- Robert figuratively waved the thought out of his head when he realized he had gotten lost in thought and still hasn't answered Vixi's question. "Yeah, from everyone I've met, they all seem nice and friendly. I haven't met a bad apple yet," he replied. Still, there were a select few he had yet to formally meet who might not be the best examples of this statement cough Gratia cough.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Amaranth "Amy" Desire IC: Amaranth Desire The soft thump of a sandwich on the table made Amy glance up, Lauren's subsequent comment causing her vision to focus on the one abnormally large crimson spike sticking out in front of her face. Her eyes crossed slightly as a result, she tried to blow it out of her vision, then she shook her head and her eyes returned to normal. "There are few things I can bring myself to care about right now, Lauren, and my messy hair isn't one of them," she said, her gaze falling to the sandwich and candy bars on the surface in front of her, her stomach growling as if to punctuate the attention change. "Food, on the other hand..." She unwrapped the BLT quickly, taking almost too big of a bite out of it and making a slightly high pitched sound in the back of her throat. She smiled. "First good thing I've had today."</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Lauren Negasi "Not a problem." BASL's new girl laced her fingers underneath the hair on the back of her head and yawned. "Just waiting for these meds to kick in, doe. My entire world looks like how a bass drop feels." Lauren sighed and watched Amy eat out of some mild, zoned out interest for a minute before turning her attention back to the spike of hair. That was gonna bug her all period, unless... woooooooooooo Negasi pulled her finger away from the crimson spike of hair, leaving it merely first amongst equals in the crimson mess that was Amy's head. After eyeing it down with the wallahi bruh stare for a good couple seconds, she turned back to the table. Juuust waiting for the meds to kick in. Aaaany second now. ...Or maybe it took a while. After all, they kinda just...happened to make you feel good after a while, right? There was no real tipping point that she could remember...maybe she should keep a clear head next time. She might be able to pinpoint it. "So," she asked, waiting in between voracious, squealy bites, "any of the rest of the gang take Armory?"</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Lunch -> Grimm Studies Sangue stared at her empty plate. It seemed like they had to go take classes again. Time seemed to fly by whenever peace wanted to settle in. Then again, she was not in school to simply laze around. The red-haired swordswoman glanced at her team leader, then at the rest of her teammates, then at her leader again. "I'm... taking Grimm Studies," she said quietly. "I believe we... will have to meet later." The woman glanced at Ben. If she recalled correctly, he was going to Grimm Studies as well. It seemed that Amy would be following Lauren in this case. @Kaithas @Plank Sinatra</s> <\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou IC: Amy paused in her eating, swallowing and wishing she had something to drink. Still, Lauren had gone out of her way to bring food, so she shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. "No, even when we still had Trad... I was the only one who took armory. None of us could exactly fix our weapons if they broke, so I figured someone should." Not that the Fury ever needed fixing. She had to give the person who had built it credit, the chain retraction unit and gun barrels almost seemed to oil themselves, and the spear and shield were as tough as any she'd seen despite being built in sections. It should be fantastic for what she paid for it... All of her savings from six months of working.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Fallout He said nothing as the daughter of Mistral vanished into the crowd, leaving him once more at his lonesome at the table. Instead, his eyes merely widened, a touch more than imperceptibly so, and his mind had raced. Sure, it was no doubt rooted in innocent intentions and nothing more, but the pure fact of the matter had remained all too clear for the fistic Hunter, whether changed by context or not. Sh-She just invited me to her room! D o u s h i o Despite the message being laden with Mindaro's characteristic verbal abuse (or perhaps instead simple freight-train bluntness), nonetheless the study subject in question found his ears burning and cheeks no doubt taking a slightly rosy tinge. Purely scientific intentions or not, that was really fast! Wasn't he little more than an acquaintance to her?! A guy going into a girl's room may not have normally been a big deal due to the team-to-dorm structure of this Academy, but being invited had an entirely different meaning! What should he do? Should he clean up beforehand? Be sure to spray some extra deodorant? Should he bust out his nice clothes? No, she said straight after classes, so they'd both be in uniform... Sc-School Uniforms! Eyes bugging, he shook his head vigorously, smashing them shut and sending his growing locks to and fro. He was getting ahead of himself, losing his cool. This would go nowhere! Slow down, slow down, slow down! Get it together, man! With a deep breath, he rose as the bell indicating the beginning of passing period rang, tossing his scraps of remaining food and used plates in the necessary bins. Bag locked in an iron grip, he proceeded down the halls to Armory, forcing his head to cool. I am just an acquaintance, and I'm no more special than anyone else to her. The only reason this is happening is because my hair sparked her curiosity. This was the honest truth of the matter. While the thoughts had been fun to entertain, he was far too cowardly and far too savvy to try and bring them to life through action. After all, he was too much of a coward to seriously go as far as to dress up for the occasion of meeting a friend in her room. That was the sort of thing you never lived down. Showing up right after class as requested-- More like ordered. -- was all he needed to worry about. ------------------ One short and convenient timeskip later, and Schwarz found himself in Chatsworth's Armory class, plopped somewhere in the mix near Cian and half of BASL and idly toying with his watches as class began. Armory. He could see why his teammate had opted for this one easily: being essentially entirely reliant on Byakko, it behooved her to know the ins-and-outs of both her weapons and those she could potentially encounter, and likely be called upon to deal with, on missions. It made perfect sense, and the class could only do her good. Him, on the other hand, he was primarily a fist-fighter using weapons that, while in good condition and reliable, were hand-me-downs passed onto him from his mother. Ones that he used with a decent deal of proficiency, but had long ago concluded would be best served by being passed onto the middle child as opposed to the eldest. As such, he would, for now, need to learn how to make them work for him, as there was no turning back. Or is there? I wouldn't be surprised if we learned forgery... He visibily perked up a tad, pupils dilating ever so slightly. Learning to shape steel, to fold it upon itself to reduce impurities... I'll do so one thousand times! "How do you think this one's gonna play out, Cian? Can't be worse than Math, right?" Or history, despite Professor Oobleck's best efforts at both slowing things down and keeping them concise...</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Let's roll out! Upon hearing the bell ring for the end of the lunch period, Robert waved to his teammates and proceeded towards the exit to make his way to Grimm Studies with Professor Port. After walking about 20 feet away though, he suddenly froze in mid-step, his left leg still raised to take another step, and pivoted on his right heel. He had turned a complete 180 degrees and was no walking back toward where he had been just standing in front of Vixi, Delta, and Grane, a facial expression of slight embarrassment on his face. "I just thought of something. Do any of you have Grimm Studies next as well. I forgot to ask what everyone's classes were. It doesn't make much sense for all of us to separate now if some of us are going to meet up at the same destination," he said. As he waited for his three teammates to answer his question, Robert began to rock back and forth on balls of his feet. Sitting still, or even standing apparently, was not a skill the red-haired teen seemed to posses. Nevertheless, his facial expression was one of patience, not one of boredom or agitation.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid Lunch was one big flurry of events, and eventually it came to an end. "Party's afterschool! Take a card or find me, we'll be leaving before sundown." Gren tossed out more business cards for people to pick up before gathering his things to leave for his next class: Armory. He's also been working on something or another there, but he has a bad habit of dropping projects to start on something new. He hasn't yet made a finished product, not even one that could be tested. He just had too many ideas to try out first. Marching off towards his next class Gren arrived shortly after many other students had, but the teacher did not seem to start class yet. Good for him, he won't be late. In fact, he wanted to get to work on a project. Hopefully this one will be finished today: a portable breathing mask. Although Gren was mostly cybernetic, even he required some basic necessities of life: Food, water, and air. The later two he could go without for much longer then most, but without the ability to breath even he'd be in a bad shape. With this mask, he could breath safely in places such as in toxic air or even underwater. He just needed something something to make a hermetic seal for the filtration system, otherwise it'll be easy to compromise with an errant smack. The thing has to be durable after all. Thinking about it, Shiro would need this, wouldn't he? He still needed to go get Sapphire's daggers. Considering that he hasn't done so already, Gren could guess that they fell into the ocean. Gren could whip up a few more of these assuming that what he needs to make the hermetic seal isn't too costly. Hopefully Gren could get at least one finished before class ends and give it to Shiro. But he'll need help. Looking around the class most everyone seemed to be busy with something or another. He looked for someone who didn't seem like they were working on a project or speaking to someone. And there was only one Gren could see: Gratia Mindaro. He knew her name, added her to Shiro's list of contacts, but didn't know the girl personally. Now was better then never. Walking over to the lone huntress with the breathing mask Gren spoke out to her. "Excuse me. Are you busy at the moment?"</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Empty Classroom ==> Armory Sapphire closed her eyes in frustration. He knew exactly what it was she wanted to know but he insisted on playing the ignorant fool. She was about to explain in very slow, very simple and very patronizing terms exactly what she wanted him to tell her when someone opened the door, pulling her dagger out of the wood. It was Robert, not that she'd taken a whole lot of the notice of him. She remembered his name and that his entire team had one day just vanished but she didn't know anything more about him save for the fact that he'd rather look like a fool than hit a girl. It would get him killed one of these days. She was just about tell him that this was a private matter and he should ask the office where his next class was when Shiro using any excuse to get out of the situation he was currently trapped in offered to assist Robert. They were both out the door before Sapphire could stop them. She didn't want to make a scene in the middle of the hallway but she had to let Shiro know that they weren't done talking about this. She'd bring it up again till he gave her a straight answer. She also needed to get her weapon back, it was still in Robert's hand. Sapphire weaved through the crowd and snaked up to the pair as they walked away from her. Sapphire laid a hand on Shiro's shoulder. "We're going to have this conversation sooner or later Shiro, if you don't want to talk about it I'll get the information from Ozpin." Then Sapphire turned to Robert. "I'll thank you to return that." She said snatching her dagger from Robert's hand. The handle was covered in his sweat. She was going to have to clear it before using it again. "You might want to work on your sense of timing." With those words Sapphire disappeared into the crowd heading the other way towards armory. When she got to the class there weren't a lot of seats left available. She was stuck sandwiched between Emerald and Krysanthe. Oswald was only a few seats down which was alright but Sapphire didn't really enjoy being in this close proximity to anyone. Choosing to ignore the sense of danger she was feeling Sapphire pulled out her schematic and started to double check her calculations. If her figures were off the device could let her climb twenty feet up before it gave out and sent her tumbling to the ground. It was better safe than sorry. The schematic was covered with numbers and equations so checking her answers would take some time.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Trying to Help "I have Grimm Studies next. Wait, wha-" Robert was just able to get out before being suddenly grabbed by Shiro and rushed out of the room. Whatever it was he and Sapphire were talking about, it was obviously something they, or maybe it was just Shiro, didn't want him to know about. Robert's imagination began to get the better of him as he tried to think of the possibilities. Knowing those two's relationship with each other, he very much doubted they were secretly a couple. The dislike for each other seemed way too realistic and in no way appeared an act, not to mention that wouldn't explain the medication Sapphire was showing to him. So what else could it be? Maybe Shiro's been up to something dangerous... or illegal. Maybe Sapphire found out about it and... Nah, Shiro doesn't seem like the kind of person. Then Sapphire caught up to the two of them, made a few comments, and got her knife back. Robert was actually a bit more reassured now because if Ozpin knew about, as Sapphire stated, then it couldn't really be that bad. As Shiro and Robert reached the door of Grimm Studies thanks to the former's admirable sense of direction, the latter couldn't help but feel the need to tell Shiro something. "Thanks for getting me here, man... Umm, hey, I just want you to know something though... I consider you a good friend, something I've felt to be in a little short supply of. It feels like, whenever I meet someone that I like, something bad always- I'm getting off topic, sorry... What I'm trying to get at is, whatever you were talking about with Sapphire, I'm not going to ask or push for information. It's your business and if you want to keep it that way I understand. As your friend though, I would like to know so I can help. I'm here for ya'. Rain or shine, you say the word and I'll be right by your side ready to fight off whatever it is that's troubling you. Okay? See ya' in Practice, dude." Robert turned toward the door of Professor Port's class and entered the classroom as he gave a wave goodbye toward his buddy. RVGD's leader didn't expect Shiro to tell him the 'big secret', especially right there and then when class was starting soon and the tiger faunas was who knows how far away from his own class, so he would leave and let his words settle.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia Emerald Felicia - Armory Class - Emmy pursed her lips, Oswald had a point about the whole being a leader thing. It didn't seem to be an easy task, and Emerald of glad she hadn't been picked to be the leader, the very idea terrified her. If Cobalt wanted to try being their team leader she could respect that. Least she could do was give him a shot. Her inner thoughts were silenced as Professor Chatsworth got the students attention and gave them their assignments. Emerald grinned as the Professor explained what they had to do. Make a piece of functional headgear? That was easy! Emerald had suffered in math class, but when it came to hands on stuff like making cool gadgets she had a lot of fun. She had built her weapons herself after all, this would be nothing. She thought about what she could create, the possibilities were endless really, but she decided what would be the most useful would be a goggles designed to interface with her scroll, so she could use her scroll without even taking it out! It was purrfect! "Oswald I have an idea! We should make matching goggles for our team! We could have them all interface with each other and hook up with our scrolls! Don't you think that would be freaking awesome of course you do let's do it can't change your mind now!" Her sentences were slowly becoming faster and blurred together and she got pieces of paper out of her backpack and began to sketch a design with intense enthusiasm that could make you question her sanity, especially when she started cackling.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Grimm Studies Well... Now that Jack was the only one in the pool, albeit on one of the pads so technically not, the Megaladeus appeared as a dark shadow from one of the pool after emerging from the depths, after recognizing the little ruckus he made by splashing the water. The distraction didn't seem to work too well before with two 'tastier' targets, but fortunately Abel was on the job and rescued them, now Jack can start doing his own job. Although, he had to reconsider... Luring it to the surface wasn't going to work, it moved too fast and unless they can get it to surface, they didn't have a chance, however he realized it had only one real weapon. Its jaws. He made a signal to everyone to prepare to attack, and then was on his way. The Megaladeus pursued Jack across the water as he leaped from pad to pad, and after a few leaps he stopped when it was obvious it was going for a bite. It leaped forward out of the water, while Jack kicked backwards while on the pad, doing a front flip while carrying the pad with his feet, and managing to have it meet the shark's jaws, lodging the pad into its mouth. Although Jack in his surprise fumbled the front flip mid flip due to the shark's raw strength, the moment the pad and the shark made contact, it destroyed his balance, but landing into the water, he was going to be okay for the moment. Now that the Megaladeus was going to be temporarily unarmed, it was their chance to strike.</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta-Grimm Studies Cobalt felt himself get kicked out of the way of the massive monster and let out a sigh of relief. He thought he was a goner for a second, that Megaladeus was two seconds away from swallowing him whole. "Thanks man, now what's the rest of the escape plan?" Cobalt's brain caught up to what she just said and a horrified expression bloomed on his face. This quickly became even more horrified as Sangue asked him for help. "I thought you were helping me! You're so lucky I have problems with abandoning people!" Cobalt looked around and noticed the Megaladeus turning towards them and opening it's mouth. It got bopped on the nose by what appeared to be a grenade, but hope was quickly lost as it sank into the water silently. He turned to Sangue and smiled. "It's been nice knowing you." The giant shark charged towards them and Cobalt prepared to throw Sangue out of the pool and away from danger, when a miracle happened. The grenade exploded and pushed them both to the very edge of the pool just as the Megaladeus chomped at them. "Thank you so much!!! Thank you!!!" Cobalt pulled both Sangue and himself up onto the platform and thrust his arms to the air. "I live! I will never take the ground for granted again! Thank you... Abel right? Thank you Abel." Cobalt was going to bow but didn't due to Sangue being on his back. He shrugged and aimed at the Megaladeus. Abel was right, one on one was stupid. He watched it sink back underwater and smiled, there was a clear method of attack now. That's when Jack did what was either the ballsiest, or the dumbest move ever. The flip could've been slightly more graceful, but it was a solid 8 out of 10. Not bad.</s> <\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Headgear, huh? To be honest, Amy was strapped for ideas. She still had a headache, and that was restricting how much she could focus on any one thing... Not mention that she had some old TV show theme stuck in her head. Duh duh duh DUH INSPECTOR GADGET- She couldn't get the image of that stupid hat with the propeller out of her head. The idea that anyone could fly with just a hat alone was ridiculous--she was a hawk, she'd tried to fly before, it didn't work--but it was kinda cool, she supposed... Hmmm. Maybe, with wind Dust, some electronics and a modified design... Maybe she could get it to work. It beat any other ideas she had, at any rate. Not that she had any. She reached for a tool on her desk-- Go go gadget SCREWDRIVER! She needed to stop taking so much pain medication. Was getting to her. Now, where was that Dust...</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Grimm Studies After getting what little pride he had utterly destroyed by the shark-like Grimm, Robert struggled to get himself standing on the pad once again. Try as he might though, it seemed physics wouldn't be having any of that today. Every time the teen struggled to raise himself up, the unevenly distributed weight would cause the pad to flip over and send him back into the water. Robert tried, and tried, and tried, and tried, and tried but he only kept getting the same result. It could have been because he kept doing the same thing over and over again, expecting a different result like an insane person, but that never really occurred to him. It was a sudden pain his arm that finally put an end to all of the splashing and thrashing coming from Robert's side of the pool. He turned to look at his now bleeding arm and realized that at some point, while trying to get on the pad, he must have have accidentally cut himself with the blades of his bracers which he had not yet retracted. "Wait. Blood? Sharks? That's not a good combination," he said as he scanned the water for movement. And, sure enough, he saw it. A great big silhouette under the water and moving his way. Robert quickly scrambled toward the edge of the pool. If he could make it out of the pool in time, he could avoid finding out just how much Port dulled this thing's teeth. Too bad for him the Megaladeus was a lot faster swimmer. It really wasn't even a contest. Robert felt the pad Jack had put in the shark-like Grimm's mouth make impact with his back before being suddenly accelerated around the pool. He looked back, surprised that he wasn't finding out first hand what it would be like to be Quint from that one Spielberg film. Then he realized that really didn't matter if he ended up drowning instead. His movements were extremely restricted thanks to how fast he was being pushed but he was, miraculously, able to get his head above the water. "I got him you guys! I got h-" Robert was suddenly pushed back under the water. Once he was above the water again he shouted, "Don't worry! I won't let go! I'm wearing him dow-" He was cut off yet again as he was dunked... yet again.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Kuze -- Armory Scraproom Cian sighed as she looked at the small pile next to her full of small parts that was needed to make the headset work. Though she turned her head when she heard Lukes question what was she missing she had the major components for the headset and goggles what else did she need? Well beyond that the redesign required a different set of goggles but she had what she need with the basic frame she found. So all that really remained was a lens which she was holding and a transceiver she need a pair of them. "I need at least two transceivers Luke and a additional rectangular lens." she said as she went back to searching through the scrap pile looking for the items in question.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate – Grimm Studies @forsythe@krayzikk@Onarax@Jedly At last Abel's spirits began to rise. To assign credit where credit was due, Jack's bold move had come up aces for the team. Of course, a Megaladeus with its bite disabled provided a stiffer challenge than your everyday fish, its speed and strength would not prevent the students from serving up a hefty portion of defeat on plates of cold steel. Even Robert's tomfoolery -how did he even get into Beacon!? And how did I lose!?- failed to take the edge off Abel's good mood, even though his presence made the sudden invention of the first-ever Robert-ke-bob a remarkably probably event. While others kept watch, like Cobalt and Sangue, or did nothing, like Sepia, Diamond, Benjamin, Napoli, and Delta, Abel resumed his steady aiming of the Ampere. This time, with the Grimm monster at the surface in a mad effort to hydrate Robert and figure out how to not bite a giant foam lilypad, there lay for Abel a clear shot. He did not waste it. The guardian grinned as his weapon hit its mark, piercing its side. "Hey, listen for a sec'!" he shouted. "I hit a painful but nonvital spot so the thing doesn't berserk. If we kill it now, we can turn it into mincemeat before it goes nuts. I give it twenty-five seconds until our attacks don't work anymore. Time to move!"[/color] He closed his fist and pulled, threads of electricity yanking the speared Megaladeus toward the side of the pool. It was now or never.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Armory Scraproom "Like this one?" he asked, holding up a matching lens literally the second after she had finished her response with a smirk. Handing it over, he was almost surprised by his luck there. He'd literally been eyeing it as she had begun to respond. Nice timing. "Two transceivers..." he repeated, bringing a hand back to his chin to his chin and closing his eyes thoughtfully. He knew he'd seen some a while ago... His eyes opened wide as it came back to him. That's it! the same box he'd been digging through while he started this whole sequence! He was fairly sure they'd been there, along with a plethora of other useful objects that he simply hadn't needed. Perfect! Setting down his things once more, he deftly side-hopped over to original box, bending over and yanking it back out from the shelf. Forcing the cardboard flaps apart as if opening some great set of double-doors, he beheld them, laying at the top of the pile: two gray blocks, what you might find if you disassembled an ethernet port or somesuch, the compact combinations of both transmitter and receiver. "These?" he asked again, presenting them to her in each hand.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Benjamin Lloyd Ben almost rolled his eyes, probably would have if he weren't busy trying to find the chance to attack without overdrawing at the Aura bank. Something that, by now, he knew was impossible. So what was the next best option? Being as reckless as possible, of course. And nothing was more reckless than diving straight into the water, using Deinamig to pump up his legs, and going to town. His first dive let him rake Artorius and Lawnslot along the beast's flank as he descended, and a few kicks of his legs brought him about to face it again as it tried to circle the pool. A few more kicks to put him on an intercept course, triggering the shotguns once he was close enough, and using the extra force from it and Deinamig to pierce deep. Remove weapons, reorient, repeat. The downside, of course, is that he was eating up his Aura supply every time. A fact aggravated by his own weapons continuing to drain to try and replenish their own stores. He'd already popped both batteries but the boost didn't add up to much. Ben was going to have to hope that the beastie didn't manage to get a few good hits in while he was playing hit and run.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Armory Chuckling at Emerald's boundless enthusiasm for the task at hand, Oswald contemplated her idea for goggles that connected to Scrolls. "Now, that's a good base idea, but I was thinking of something...a little more grand. It would take some serious engineering, but I think we could pull it off." Looking over at his teammate, Oswald nodded a few times. "I was thinking we mount a camera or two- a small one- on ourselves. Maybe one in back, one in front? Then we hook those cameras up to these goggles and superimpose a small picture of the camera's capturing over the person's view. Just not sure how to toggle through or actually move the smaller feed if it gets in the way..."</s> <\|message\|>Napoli Fiordilatte Napoli Fiordilatte (THIS WEEK ON SHARK WEEK: GRIMM STUDIES) Contrary to what appeared to be the popular opinion, Napoli was not, in fact, sitting idle. Instead he was dealing with the critical nuisance that seemed to plague so many snipers, bodies of water. The simple fact of the matter was that large depths would indeed slow down his bullets. He would have a few feet, but it wasn't enough. This was a great opportunity to figure it out. So while everyone else was playing the role of the fool in their awkward sword stabs and competing ideas of teamwork, Napoli was conducting an experiment. By utilizing wind dust bullets, he was able to displace quite a bit more water than normal with each shot, but it still wasn't satisfactory yet. That's when he started adding more bullets, utilizing his semblance to make the minor adjustments necessary to keep the bullets directly in line with one another. The first few bullets created a path that the last few used to kill the target. Like a modern day Robin Hood splitting the arrow. Satisfied with his experimentations, Napoli aimed his rifle with a large grin spreading across his face. It didn't matter where the shark ran too now, he'd be able to shoot it down without ever entering the pool. No need to get cold feet after all, Napoli mused as he fired off a stream of bullets at the shark. BOOM. HEADSHOT. This is too easy.</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta-Grimm Studies Cobalt chuckled and clicked his gun to fully auto. The Napoli guy was smart, using sniper bullets to displace the water for further sniper bullets to get farther. A smart tactic, one that Cobalt wouldn't have thought of. Then again, he wasn't a sniper. Cobalt cracked his neck and began speaking. "Alright, fire at will! Let's tear this oversized shark a new asshole!" Cobalt began firing at the Megaladeus rapidly, making sure to avoid any spots where others were melee attacking. The bullets sunk into it, but didn't penetrate very deeply due to the water slowing down the bullet. Everywhere above water though was fair game as they tore apart flesh with a wet thud. Cobalt remained steady throughout the firing, anyone else fired a bullet from this it would dislocated their shoulder.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Grimm Studies Now that the Megaladeus had finally been stopped in its tracks, Robert used this time to regain his ability to breath. He climbed out of the pool, gasping for air, and just laid there for a minute, breathing hard. "Next time... someone else... can be bait," he said, taking in large gulps of precious oxygen between every couple words. Getting back up to his feet, Robert looked at the Grimm that had just taken him on a very wild ride. Transforming his weapon into their ballistic form, the red-haired teen aimed straight at the space between the Grimm's eyes. "Looks like you'll be..." Robert quickly ran over to where he had left his stuff, grabbed his glasses, and ran back to the edge of the pool and put them on. "Sleeping with the fishes." Robert pulled the trigger and the 10mm round left his weapon with explosive force. Or, at least, should have. Instead, all that left the barrel was a stream of water that landed at Robert's feet. "Well that was anticlimactic."</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken Beryl Harken- VGNB Dorm All of a sudden Beryl was right in front of Luke. Her eyes were so dark of a blue that they were almost black and they shone with interest as they fixed themselves on the collection of fairs that stood proud in their defiance of the laws of physics. Her mind whirled through all the possible reason for such an anomaly. Anything from some odd side effect of his aura or semblance to some piece of faunus ancestry that made that bit of hair stiff enough to stand on it's own. Or hair gel, hair gel would do the trick as well. For a second her hand started to move towards the odd bit of hair. Fortunately for Luke, she realized what she was doing and stopped herself. Making a small coughing noise as she backed away. "That's some very interesting hair you have there."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorms Gray eyes wide with surprise and back bent at a harsh, near-stumbling angle, the short young man looked for all in the world to be a deer in the headlights under her inquisitive gaze. "Uh, yeah... I suppose I do." he replied, as she backed off and he finally found room to right himself, inwardly glad his own newfound degree of balance hadn't failed him when one would be almost certain it would, due to the lack of traction involved in wearing socks as opposed to shoes or even bare soles. In truth, he was certain he'd seen far wackier than his own. Hell, he wasn't even the only person here with an ahoge. What made his so egregious? "It's hereditary." he explained, running one hand through his hair idly, almost as if checking if everything was still in order. "My Mom has one. My sisters have one. The only person not to is my father. What's caught Miss Mindaro's eye is that, apparently, it moves on its own sometimes." he said, even as the flash of heat that'd spread across his face faded back to normal operating temperature. "I've never noticed it before now, but she seems adamant on that being the case." He deigned not to mention his two-hour stakeout one summer. It was a long time ago now, anyway. The details were fuzzy.</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken Beryl Harken- VGNB Dorm "Well that certainly sounds interesting. I'll be sure to tell you if I ever catch it doing that." Beryl had moved over to her bed while Luke talked and was now sitting cross legged on it. She pulled out her scroll and was idly flicking her way through her vast library of songs. All of a sudden she froze before smacking a hand to her forehead. "Where are my manners. Please, have a seat....somewhere. Oh, there is a chair." Apparently she had not had much of a chance to check out the room before falling asleep.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorms "Ah, thank you." he replied, pulling up the seat and flopping down into it, bag finding itself placed underneath even as one arm rested against the back. He crossed his legs, suppressing a restless compulsion to rock back and forth in his seat, and lounged for what must have been the first time since classes had begun. Looking over to the girl as she returned to idly toying with her scroll, he examined her once more, this time under a less reactionary lens. Tall, about the same height as the teammate he was waiting on. Deep blue eyes that bordered on black. Glossy hair, whose sheen could be found on what was easily the most oustanding part of her. The tail. Easily strong enough to act as a fifth limb, it extended out from assumedly the base of her spine, every bit as trained and coordinated as the rest of her. Hm. Strong, limb-like tail, casual balance and agility, natural inquisitiveness... He wasn't sure if that sounded more like a cat or a monkey, but either seemed plausible. Neither would surprise him, if he'd felt the need to ask. However, when he opened his mouth to speak, he elected to instead switch gears entirely. "So, what're your first impressions of all this? Beacon and Vale, I mean."</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Team CODE Dorm With classes finally having ended, Oswald decided that the time to retrieve Sapphire's daggers was nigh. Of course, he'd have to prepare for the occasion, and it took a few minutes while he figured out what to wear. Should he focus on mobility? If he was going to be searching, that was likely his best bet. Besides, if any Grimm appeared, he could always just run. Or punch them to death. It had been a while since his last unarmed kill. Even then, he'd had backup and his gauntlets though. A Beowulf would be easily within the realm of possibility. An Ursa would be tougher, but careful Aura use would make it rather simple. The question there became rationing. With his supplies, he could easily take on a single Ursa, but then he might be left with too little to continue fighting if more came. Mobility it was. Despite his relatively short frame and slow, unwieldy fighting style, without the hundred or so pounds of equipment he wore to combat, Oswald could move pretty damn fast. He wasn't particularly agile or lithe, but in terms of raw speed and endurance, he was one hell of a contender. Grabbing a gray t-shirt and a pair of running shorts, Oswald quickly changed in the bathroom before making his way to the docks. That was where Sapphire's weapons had fallen over, and he could plan his movements from there.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Lost... Again. "This is my second week here! How is it that I still can't figure out where everything is?!" Robert shouted. As the clueless redhead rounded yet another corner, he dropped to his knees in defeat. "I'm back where I started!" he yelled, hands raised above his head as if he was grasping at something above and head thrown back as he stared into the light fixture above. "Yeeaurgh!" Robert then crashed forward to lie on the cold, hard tiling and wallow in self-pity. Everything that was in his backpack, which he had forgotten to zip up at the end of his last class, soon slid out and scattered itself around him. "Blargh." The young boy realized this was getting him nowhere and rested on his knees so he could pick up his stuff. Once the floors were cleared of all but one of his belongings, he looked at the cover of the last remaining book. "Of Mice-Faunas and Men," he repeated the title. "Strange name for a book. I wish Professor Albion would have told us a little more about it before assigning it to us." Dropping it in and zipping up the bag, Robert got back to his feet. "Okay, I'm sure I can find my way this time. Third time's the charm right?" As he walked down the halls, he muttered to himself, "I wonder how far the drop is from this floor." A FEW MINUTES LATER "This was a bad idea. This was such a bad idea," Robert said as he hung on to the window for dear life. Having seen the familiar sight of the docks just outside, he had decided that instead of trying to find the staircase down he would try to jump out the window and find his way from there. It was once he was clutching at the ledge of the window that he realized how bad of an idea this was. "Oh no. I'm slipping. I'm slipping. I'm slipping! Gaaah!" Robert plummeted towards the Earth as soon as he lost his grip. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, and for some reason a certain song began to play in his head. His eyes sealed shut as he came closer and closer to the ground beneath him. This was how he was going to die. A group of students would find his broken and bleeding body lying next to Beacon's Language Hall and everyone would know that he died falling out the frickin' window. Snap! "Ahh! My back! I think I- Wait a minute." Looking beneath him, Robert found he had landed on a soft bush. The sound he just heard were branches, not his bones. "I'm alive. I'm alive! Ahahahaha!" He climbed out of the brush and dusted himself off of dirt, bugs, and whatever else that had been residing in his landing spot. "Man, that window must have been like... 100 feet up in the air," Robert said, staring at the second story window he had fallen from... Yes you read that right, the second story. The melodramatic boy turned back towards the docks and began walking. "Hope no one saw that."</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorms He visibly deflated, ahoge following suit and drooping in response almost immediately. "You've been staking me out, haven't you?" he asked, entirely forgetting to deny any physical attraction to Miss Harken. Not that it mattered, anyhow... Attractive was attractive. It was one thing to adhere to politeness regarding it, but he wasn't denying anything. At least, not to himself. Seriously though, there was no way she'd walked in and immediately known that, right? No way, such things were impossible. She must have had some method of divining information like that, too, because from what he knew of Mindaro, little though it was, she was not one to make assumptions. Shoulders and hair rising from their dispirited slump, he folded his arms adamantly, meeting her icy onyx gaze with his own in an already-familiar confrontation of two very different psyches. "Miss Mindaro, I have to ask. Is this really worth going through all this trouble?" He already knew the answer he would get, but he wanted to ask in any case.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - VGNB Dorms "Yes." She jotted something down onto her notepad, the scratching of her pen against the paper the only other noise that originated from the impassive and standoffish girl. Gravity had clearly taken effect once again during that moment when her words struck at Schwarz; his visible deflation had been accompanied by the mystery of his seemingly-autonomous hair. Whether or not the observation was reproducible was what she was intent on finding out through the course of their experiment together. "How is it that you keep your hair straight?" asked the Mindaro, continuing to show nothing in her expression.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorm A sigh escaped, not from his mouth, but from his nostrils, in a slow, heavy exhalation. He knew that was coming. Gratia Mindaro was nothing but ruthless in her pursuit of the answer. Even Math had shown that side of her. From nobody else could he expect the required pages needed to study the entire section of the course he had a problem with if he asked them about it. In a way, it resembled her brutal tenacity and aggression in combat. One thing remained clear. There would be no talking his way out of it. "It just grows this way." he replied, succinct and clear in his delivery. "The only thing I put in my hair is shampoo when I wash it."</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken Beryl Harken- VGNB Dorm "Physical...attraction?" Came the slightly confused reaction to the newcomer's comment. The black haired girl glanced between the two other people in the room as they started quiping at each other. Gratia in her normal emotionless way that still somehow managed to come off as abrasive. Luke in his straightforward and honest manner. What did she mean by physical atra- Ooh, his thingy moved! Any further thoughts about the meaning of Gratia's comment went out the metaphorical window as the boy's hair drooped from it's normal physics defying stance. Beryl's eyes fixed on it to catch any further movements. It wasn't exactly a piercing stare, no need to make the nice boy any more uncomfortable than Gratia was already making him. Instead it was the gaze of a hunter still watching it's prey from the shelter of the underbrush. Or water if you happened to be a more aquatic predator.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorm As if succumbing to an inevitability upon Harken's reaction, the ahoge seemed to jump in surprise as he felt his cheeks flush a tad. Whether he denied it to himself or not, he was still just a young man, barely out of boyhood. Okay, at 18, he was in all technicality an adult, but regardless. I have far from mastered myself. Emotions, as they were, were entirely ingrained into the human mind, and impossible to fully remove without losing something intrinsically human about an intelligence. That was all well and good, and a part of life that most everyone accepted. However, fickle things as they were, they could do with having a better form of control, or at the very least, understanding, in his case. He wasn't going so far as to always be thinking of how to react-- that would leave him frozen by choice trying to consider every possible variable. Instead, though, he couldn't help but question why he couldn't at least predict when he would and wouldn't act in a certain way, or feel a certain way about something. Knowing oneself was a vital part of human communication. Perhaps Gratia's experiment belied more important matters than he thought, at least, on a symbolic scale. "Why something reacts the way it does." That was the question she was trying to answer. Should he seek similar solutions in regard to himself? ...It doesn't feel quite right, thinking of things like that. He glanced to Beryl out of the corner of his eye, trying to gauge her reaction. He got... something. He definitely got something. Something that was neither approval nor rejection, but instead a different gear entirely, as her eyes were fixated not on Luke himself, but that apparently oh-so-interesting ahoge that stood rogue and erect away from the rest of his hair. ..So, that's how it is. The flush faded, as quickly as it had came. Miss Harken was, if nothing else, easily distracted. Knowledge for the future.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - VGNB Dorms Gratia scratched down another few sentences in her notebook. The strange strands of hair then were utterly "natural" in their formation. That would make the experiment far simpler; in her subject's confirmation of what she had been suspecting, a number of other variables had been taken out of the equation. All that was left was Luke Schwarz himself and anything that would stimulate his ahoge into movement, and she was determined to discover what it was (and confirm her original hypothesis). It had visibly slumped only seconds earlier in accordance with his sudden deflation, and it had once again jumped in response to her newest teammate's words. Beryl Harken's presence seemed beneficial to her testing. "Embarrassment also appears to be a stimulus," she stated, her flat tone still unchanging as she allowed her gaze to observe every aspect of Luke's face. Was there a correlation between how deeply her subject felt and how wild the ahoge would be? The solemn Mistralese girl jotted down the questions in her notebook. Emotions were not something that could be easily measured. The data that she would obtain could only be qualitative, not quantitative. Another member of the teeming mass that was humanity would always think differently from her, and perceive her observations in a manner that she would disagree with. "How high is your pain tolerance?"</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - The Airship Docks The familiar sight of Shiro distracted Robert from his original objective of heading back to his team's dorm room, especially when he saw the obvious distress the white tiger-faunas was in. Hanging back just far enough to go mostly unseen, the red-haired teen listened in on Shiro and Napoli's conversation so that he could gain a small amount of context before thrusting himself into the conversation with as much subtlety as a bullet train going through a brick wall. Once he had heard Shiro's "explanation" of why he was at the docks, and after waiting to see what Gren was doing as he suddenly appeared too, Robert made his move. "Wow, that's a pretty intense workout, Shiro. If you do that often enough, I'm sure you'll get to the top of Professor Iderson and Ms. Van's class in no time," he said a little late considering Gren had already changed the topic to his party and admittedly cool invention. The boy approached the edge of the cliff to look down and see for himself just how high it was. For a moment the shear drop freaked him out, until a sudden thought reassured him. If it was at all dangerous they would have put a railing or something similar to keep people from jumping, so it can't actually be that bad. Robert then thought of his own grade in Professor Iderson and Ms. Van's Practice Class. He wasn't failing, but he sure as hell wasn't getting a grade his parents would have been proud of. He turned back toward the others, "Hey, why don't I join ya'? I could use the practice for... Practice, and when you've got someone watching your back it's never as frightening as doing it alone. What do you say?"</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate – Airship Docks After receiving a bemusing and noncommittal response from Sapphire, Abel opted to leave her alone and make his way toward the airdocks to find the others and hopefully get the party started. The evening wouldn't last forever, after all, and now that he'd pledged himself to having a good time Abel was determined to make adequate use of every second. On the way, he began to feel a strange and uncomfortable sensation in his pants. At first, he dismissed it as one of those random feelings, but the second time it happened the guardian reached down to investigate. He slipped his hand into his left-side pocket and in short order encountered a bizarre object which he then attempted to grasp a hold of. Now stopped completely and standing in the middle of the hall, Abel slowly withdrew a long, wriggling, furry shape from his pocket and a few seconds later finally identified, to his very great surprise, exactly what it was. Fun! "Oh, hi, Scoot. Rooming with me today?" Abel held the ferret beneath the arms, just the way the online guide said how to, and watched the little beast's bottom half stretch down ward. "Wow, you're like a living slinky. Don't tell any of the others, but at this point I'm pretty sure you're the best thing ever." He put the ferret on his shoulder and started walking again, grinning as Scoot nipped gently at his ear. "Seriously, I never knew little weasels could be so great." Now more or less happy, Abel continued on toward the airdocks. He beheld Gren, Cobalt, and Ebon, waved, and then stood off to the side to wait for things to start. With Scoot around, he had something to occupy himself as he stood by, and did not in fact notice when Sapphire, Delta, and Grane arrived. The conversation between Sapphire and Gren went totally unnoticed, as important as it was.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid Gren let the topic of Sapphire's family go for now, getting her to speak a decent paragraph to him. She likely doesn't like him very much now, but at least he opened the door to further potential. Abel was soon arriving, but before he could greet his friend Sapphire turned her weapon on Ebon, which honestly confused Gren. Unaware of Ebon's telepathic powers Gren was worried that he might have annoyed Sapphire to the point that she was looking for blood now. "Whoa whoa whoa! I know Ebon can be an ass but what's this all about Sapphire?" Even Grane arrived to this unfortunate scene, and Gren needed to quell it quickly somehow. He couldn't quite just ignore Sapphire, knowing thinking that it may be his fault for getting her riled up like this. And he certainly didn't want Grane and the others to start fighting amongst each other right now. "Well hey, looks like everyone is here! Some of us were having a hard time waiting, but now that the guest of honor has arrived we can head into the city. Just got to wait for the next airship and I'll take you around town. Let's head over there, and we'll take about where we're going to hit up first."</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane: Gym + Duel Krysthane grinned and muttered under her breath, "Won't I?" As soon as Emerald left the ground Krysthane leapt into the air herself, propelling herself upward with a mighty jump, aided by a powerful jet of water, along with a quick reduction of her own gravity. Since Krysthane had already been prepared to jump before Emerald was and since Emerald had to get both into the air and over Krysthane, Krysthane should be able to intercept her easily. And she did so by using her arms to flip herself forward, bringing her back leg into a powerful axe kick aimed directly at the center of Emerald's chest. This was already exciting, Krysthane waited eagerly for the solid collision of her boot with Emerald's aura. Then, somewhat belatedly, she realized that she may have over-committed to an attack when her opponent could easily move into the air and could quite possibly move out of the air. Oops?</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Benjamin Lloyd (BASL Dorm) "Look, Lor," Ben paused a second, as if reflecting on what he'd done. Thinking about what he had said. No, no that didn't work. Bad nickname. Back to the drawing board for everyone except Amy. He still had no idea what nickname to derive from 'Sangue', and 'Lorena' wasn't much better. Lauren was more casual, but no shorter. And BASL's leader was off track now. He shook his head once, refocusing and fishing another energy drink out of his nightstand. "Lauren." "We're not going to find anywhere for that on campus. If we're going with that plan, we'll have to hop an airship to Vale." He glanced at the time on his scroll. "They run pretty much 'round the clock. We can make the next one if we want. Can run the few errands we have to do. Pick up some more painkillers. Get food. I don't think we've done a team burger run yet."</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - The Lake The red-haired teen impacted with the water, causing quite a large splash. Robert stayed submerged for half a minute before sticking his head above the water and spitting it out like a fountain. "Only now, after already having had the lake water in my mouth, did I just realize that this might not be the cleanest source to drink from. Oh well, can't do anything about it now," he said. Taking a huge gulp of air, the boy dove back under the water. Unlike Shiro, he didn't have anything to keep his scroll dry so Robert left it with the rest of his belongings at the top of the cliff. With no light source and no re-breather, he was left with only one option, staying near the shallow ends of the lake. Checking the shallow ends of the lake was boring and tedious work, but Robert didn't mind. It was certainly annoying that he had to swim back to the surface for air every minute or so, but just knowing that he was helping his friends was enough for him to not care. Since he didn't have any form of communication available to him, he had to keep looking at the blurry figures that were the other students checking the lake. It was when he looked to check on Shiro that he saw it. A large tongue shot out from the dark and grabbed one of Ebon's drones. Robert didn't know what type of Grimm it was, but a tongue that huge would have to belong to a pretty large Grimm. The redhead swam to the surface for another gulp of air before diving back down, this time toward Shiro. He wanted to fire his weapons at the Ogdoad, but even if his weapons weren't still unable to fire thanks to the fight with Megaladeus, the tiger-faunas was way too close for Robert's comfort.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Lauren Negasi "CHA!" Bounding off the bed and scooping up clothes as though she had octane in her blood, Lauren shot into the bathroom and slammed the door hard behind her. Sixty seconds later, she had opened the bathroom door up again with the underside of one arm, visibly multitasking. She had thrown on a low cut black t-shirt and her signature jacket, both characteristically midriff-baring, and was currently devoting one hand to the button fly of her black pants while her other hand tightened a gilded leather studded belt around her waist. She was hopping, one footed, through the dorm, trying to get her left boot on properly. For the sake of her balance, she decided to throw herself at the unoccupied foot of the only member of Bastille not currently suffering from chronic pain - Snague Naga's mattress poofed underneath her as she reared back and pulled her boot on with another, even more triumphant "WALLAHI!" She rolled onto her stomach and rested her head in her hands, elbows on the bed and feet in the air. The newest member of the team reached for her dark, cheekily grinning face and pushed her cocoa hair back into a large, neat wave with her fingers. "Oh man, I could eat a bull right now, buns or not!" Newly prepared to go out, Lauren reached for her own dwindling supply of pills and swallowed half of one. "Ready when you are, fellow cripples."</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly-Lakebed Looking back for just a moment, Oswald almost sighed in relief when he saw Shiro deciding to come up to the surface with him. At the moment, it was just the merry band of idiots in the water- Oswald, Napoli Shiro and Robert. Hopefully the redhead would get the memo before he got eaten, or Oswald would have to jump in and pull the guy out himself. Breaching the surface, Oswald quickly paddled to the edge of the lake and pulled himself out onto relatively dry land, shaking his body like a dog would to get off the excess water. They had to beat this Ogdoad, find Sapphire's daggers, retrieve them, and survive it all. That...would be a bit of a problem. Ogdoads were Riesen-class...he was pretty sure. They definitely weren't your run-of-the-mill cleanup job Grimm, no sir. While it was a shock that such a powerful force of nature was lying in wait below Beacon, Oswald figured that this place couldn't have been perfect. No place was, not even a fortress city. "Fuck you, world."</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - The Lake Robert gave a sigh of relief as he saw Oswald get to Shiro first and get him to start moving back up towards the surface. That was when he realized that he had quite literally just breathed out the last of his air. The teen looked up towards the surface which now seemed so far away. There was no way he could make it now, not unless Napoli, Shiro, or Oswald planned on giving him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. They all seemed like nice guys, but they sure as hell weren't no Wendy Peppercorn. Only one option remained then, hope the Ogdoad's lair had some kind of air pocket not too far in. So the redhead team leader charged straight at the large Grimm in hopes of maneuvering past it and getting inside it's cave. What'd he have to lose anyway?... Besides his own life of course. The Ogdoad looked like it was glaring at Robert as he got closer and closer. Second thought were beginning to run through his head as the frog-like Grimm began to open its mouth. Right when its tongue darted out though, a sudden current swept Robert out of the way. That first current sent him into another current, then another current, and then another current. He had lost all sense of direction at this point and was beginning to fear that at any moment he'd be sleeping with the fishes, until he suddenly felt a slight absence of pressure. Opening his eyes, Robert found that the underwater currents had swept him back up toward the surface. Breaking through he shouted, "I knew Lady Luck wasn't done torturing me yet!" while gasping for air.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane: Gym + Duel Krysthane cursed as she spun forward from the power of her kick, barely able to control herself as she landed heavily on the ground. As she landed she saw Emerald began firing from the ground forcing Krysthane to jet to the side. A consecutive series of blasts kept Krysthane quickly moving, barely able to avoid the blasting bullets. Krysthane decided that the only thing to stop Emerald from firing endlessly until she got lucky was to bring the fight to her, so she tapped into her semblance lightening her body to allow her free-er movement. Krysthane's final approach led to her sliding by parallel to Emerald and swiping with her right leg in a sweeping low kick. The main objective was to get Emerald to reposition, then Krysthane could attack again while Emerald was still adjusting. Just as she had anticipated this was turning out to be an exciting fight. Already she had come within inches of landing a devastating blow, now the challenge was whether she could make it through the haze of bullets and land a solid hit on her opponent. Otherwise the effort of dashing around dodging bullets would eventually drain her. She had to keep on the offensive and throw Emerald off balance, luckily due to her avoidance tactics water was already spread all across the floor, of course Krysthane had no troubles with it but the same likely couldn't be said for Emerald.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Felicia - Vs Krysthane - Krysthane was doing an excellent job of avoiding Emmy's attacks, and getting the floor all wet and slippery while she was at it. This could prove to be an issue for Emmy. As Krysthane weaved herself closer Emerald had managed to get back on her feet again, for how long who could say? Krysthane finally made her move, suddenly speeding up and going on the offensive. Emerald had been expecting this, they both knew that Krysthane couldn't keep dodging bullets forever. Krysthane slid parallel to Emmy with a sweeping kick. Krysthane was fast enough that Emerald was forced to take evasive maneuvers. She leaped backwards and directly away from Krysthane, while she was in mid leap she aimed her weapons directly below her, right about where Krysthane was and fired both her weapons simultaneously. The force of the blasts pushed her further backwards. Considering Emmy had just pointed two big shotguns at Krysthane, Emerald hoped she'd caught her in the blast, she was difficult to hit all considering. She really, really hoped she hit Krysthane, because when she landed on the ground she slipped on a puddle and tripped, landing on her ass. "Ow!"</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane: Gym + Duel Krysthane panicked as Emerald brought both her guns to bear at pointblack range. Frantically she pulled up her legs to shield her body and concentrated on reducing the gravity of the bullets so they hit with less force. Still the bullets slammed into her legs heavily and knocked the wind out of her. Krysthane unsteadily regained her ground, her armored boots had saved her from most of the damage but still had still been forced to block some of it with her aura. Deciding to attack quickly Krysthane grounded herself and shot a jet of high pressured water directly at Emerald and once again began chasing after her, this time determined to stick to her opponent. At this rate it seemed Emerald would simply jump away whenever Krsythane got close, she would have to do something to interrupt the cycle, not just hope she got lucky. But what to do...</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Felicia - Vs Krysthane - Emerald barely had time to get back on her feet before the jet of water struck her chest, again slipping on the water as she tried to stay up. This wasn't working, she was soaking wet along with the floor, and Krysthane was charging at her. It seemed it was time to air dry. She concentrated, her eyes glowing slightly as a powerful blast of air seemed to shoot out from all around her. It sent the water around her on the floor flying away from her, and unless Krysthane could dodge air it would push her away from Emerald as well, though the best it would really do was delay her from reaching Emerald. The fight was turning out to be as exciting as Emerald had hoped for, but she was getting tired. As much as she hated to admit it Krysthane was wearing her down, and the air blast had drained Emerald's stamina as well. Krysthane was a melee fighter, and it seemed reasonable to assume if it came to a battle of stamina that Krysthane would beat her. Emmy would be tired out long before Krysthane. So it had come to this, her last trump card. As soon as Emmy had unleashed her airblast she slammed her weapons together, which immediately began to merge and transform into something else entirely. When it was done Emmy was holding what appeared to be a very large cannon over her shoulder. She had a rather devious grin on her face as her weapon began to charge. Sure, the attack would drain her aura completely, but she doubted Krysthane would have much aura left after this either. The end of the cannon's barrel began to hum and glow with energy as it began to take in Emerald's aura for fuel. She wasn't sure how Krysthane would react, she might try to avoid the blast, or try to attack before she fired. Didn't matter, because Emmy confidently pulled the trigger regardless. Either she'd hit Krysthane, or she wouldn't. Considering the size of the blast though, not getting hit by the blast was pretty slim. The gym shook a little as Emerald fired, the cannon aimed in Krysthane's general position. The explosion was loud, bright, and spectacular. Emerald hardly noticed though as she collapsed on the floor, her aura in the red. Power like that had a heavy price after all.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Lakeside Bandage-wrapped arm shooting out of the waters and grabbing onto land, Shiro dragged his body from the lake and onto firm ground. Despising the odd feeling of gravity being amplified on his body as he surfaced, he pulled the goggles and rebreather mask from his face and set them to his side. Letting himself drip-dry for a moment, Shiro turned and sat to catch his breath. Looking at Perun attached to his left arm, Shiro quietly brooded. Looking back at the lake, he couldn't figure out just how in the world he was going to manage to fight off that amphibious Grimm. It killed him to know he was so close to potentially achieving his goal. If he could somehow force it to surface, Shiro would fare a much better chance. He just wasn't experienced in engaging in underwater combat. "Water levels freakin' suck, dude..." Forcefully huffing, Shiro shook himself off. "Maybe the other guys have a better plan, we'll just have to see." Pouting, he waited for the others to surface. If they couldn't manage something today, they may have to come back another time. Further prolonging the dagger retrieval. Shiro wasn't pleased with that thought. , @Guess Who, @Onarax</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - The Lake Robert floated on his back at the surface of the water, still breathing heavily to catch his breath. His mind was searching for possible ideas to get rid of the Ogdoad as he stared up at the sky above. "You know... that thing... seemed pretty darn... interested... in those... drone... things," he said, taking large gulps of air between each pause. If only... we could... get more... to lead it... to the... surface. We might just... stand a chance... then." The red-haired boy began paddling over to the edge of the lake and was rising out of the water when he felt like... something was missing. "Gah!" he screamed after looking down to see that, when he had been being tossed around by the currents, he had at some point lost his pants. Stripped down now to nothing but his briefs, Robert frantically looked for the pants to his school uniform. "Why is it so hard to find a pair of pants that fits? Either the length is off or the waist is too big. Even belts seem to just delay the inevitable," he said before diving underneath again.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou IC: Amaranth Desire, ohgodnotagain The headache was coming back. She could feel it. The tapping, the thumping, the complete and utter pandemonium of whatever those accursed creatures were. She barely tolerated it, the little feet like a full on drum roll in her mind, the metal pattering the cymbals to the concrete's thumping. She winced, her right hand going to her temple, her feathers sticking up to their maximum height--but she couldn't afford to turn it off, she needed to be able to hear whatever they were coming if they decided to change from their current strategy of remaining hidden. Still, she was definitely glad she'd have Saturday and Sunday to find a quiet place to sleep. As her hand fell to her side, it brushed past the glasses Lauren had given her earlier--and with a flash of remembrance, Amy put them on, popping the earplugs in, and adjusting the control dials to drop the loudest sound in the environment to a reasonable level while not dimming the sounds that had a lower decibel rating. At the sight of the man lying in the floor, her focus and enhanced vision revealed strange marks around his neck. Strange in quality, not cause. "Looks like someone tried to squeeze his neck. Hard." At a sideways glance from Lauren, she shrugged and looked directly forward, mouthing some people are into weird stuff.</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Airship "Maybe you've seen me in the biannual Vytal Festival," replied the ponytailed young Hunter with a smile. He was already taking a shine to the newest member of Team KNVS; after all, she was, to him at least, radiating in a general confidence and positivity, and that was always a commendable thing! "I do like to be memorable." However, the sudden lurching of the most recent addition to their team still caught him by surprise, and it was with a sudden "eh?!" that he found himself knocked off-balance by the ragdolly girl, gas mask sliding off his head and onto the floor of their ornithopter with a quiet thud. Ah, the perils that lay within the act of travelling through the air; they were numerous in their dangers, and as an avid flier himself, Shuai Taidan knew very well what could so easily plague him in his mimicry of the creatures of the sky, especially when there were others nearby. It was not particularly problematic, per se, but it was always a thing that he needed to concern himself over! "That's not a problem at all!" he said, chipper mood fading not a single bit! After all, it was a problem that was very easily rectified, as an ethereal arm immediately unfurled from his back, slipping through the air to grab the fallen mask. Slowly and surely, it retracted, placing the mask back upon his head, though now, in a more ... secure manner. "Flying's hard when you're tired." The manifestation wriggled around to face Noëlle, a ghostly arm that seemed to be gazing in the direction of the girl's chocolates. "Ooh, it's been a while since I had that kind. Last time I went to Mistral was ages ago. Thanks, Noëlle." The arm stretched out once more, plucking a single bar from her hand and retreating back towards Taidan's face. A second arm promptly unfurled from his back as well, the ethereal manifestation moving to unwrap the chocolate bar, before dropping it into the fire-loving Hunter's open mouth. Such was his tendency to utilise his semblance for even the most mundane of matters!</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz --Oh Okay "So death by strangulation, then." he concluded, as Amy saw fit to do the proposed job for him with her eyesight. It's different from choking. Namely-- A good choke is much more secure. And doesn't mess around with trying to see fear in the eyes. Truthfully, though, he did wish he hadn't forgotten she could do that. It would have made for much less of a foot-in-mouth moment on his end, where he'd suddenly found himself suggesting the typical unnaturally bold idea that you'd normally hear come out of someone else's mouth. Even Jack had his head on straighter from the eyes of a contextless third person, albeit with one minor detail astray... "I didn't mean the survivors, that's too far wherever they may be. What I meant was the old man right in front of us. There's no way I'd expect anyone here to scout that far ahead on their own. Myself included. Even I'm not that suicidal." he clarified stonily. "I was really just suggesting I take a short walk ahead to figure him out, not even leaving eyesight. It's a moot point now, considering somebody has the aforementioned eyesight to get the job done without me straying. Thanks, Amy."</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane - Patrol Mission Krysthane giggled a little at seeing Ebon warm up to the kittens, far more so than he had any of them. She would defiantly have to hold that against him later, maybe blackmail him. Then she winced at Skyra's rather... displeased reaction to the place. "Come on Skyra it isn't that bad, we'll only be here for a bit anyway." Krysthane pleaded. At least 3/4 of the team liked the place and so far that was the best result on anything they'd done together, which admittedly wasn't much. She turned at Sepia's question and thought about it briefly, "Yeah, I'm fairly certain there was some sort of graffiti here earlier. I'm sure the boys know about it." she said confidently as she also stepped into the cafe, two little kittens somehow making their way into her golden hair and periodically peeking out.. As soon as they entered she looked around for either the group of boys they had talked to earlier or the store owner.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Patrol Mission As Team Kiss entered the tea house, it was sparsly populated, aside from the many cats and a few old people drinking their tea in peace. Before Krysthane could find anyone, one of them found her. [b]"Krysthane! Welcome back!"[/color] It was the leader of the gang, though he didn't look as silly as he did before. He was wearing a fairly simple looking waiter's outfit, with the logo of the Cat Nap emblazoned on his breast pocket. Seemed like he was working right now. The young man went over to Krysthane, quite excited, which riled up the kittens. They all moved towards Krysthane, even the ones playing with Ebon, and began to paw at her legs and tried to play with her. "Long time no see! I thought you'd forgotten about me. I'd understand though, it's been a very hectic around here lately. I see you've brought your friends. Your team from Beacon? What brings you around these parts?" @Ryonara@SevenStormStyle@Pyrodash888 Capture The Fort As our heroes debated their attack strategy, there was a loud noise nearby. It wasn't long before a couple of Beowulfs, twelve in total, arrived looking for the scent of human and faunas flesh. They haven't quite found the team yet, but they were aware they were somewhere around here. They stayed close to one another and made sure to watch each others backs: If one was taken out the entire pack would know. One Beowulf, obviously the alpha considering his size and additional spiky bits, stayed at the front and was getting closer to Team Redingote. A quiet snarled escaped his throat, perhaps communicating to his pack that he had found the hunters. Who@Jedly@Nytem4re@Awesomoman64</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Capture the Fort As Robert saw the pack of Beowolves exit from the treeline, he quickly ducked behind a tree to avoid detection. Peeking around the side, the red haired boy could see the Alpha Beowulf snarl at a scent it had caught. "Well Grane, looks like you got your wish anyhow," Robert said quietly under his breath. As the pack got nearer to the tree he had hidden behind, Robert made the decision to climb upward. The likelihood of the team getting out of this without alerting the whole pack was basically nonexistent, but the team leader wasn't sure how prepared the others were for a fight. If he could give them more time to prepare themselves by not giving their position away, maybe they could turn this into a successful ambush. Finally settling on one of the many branches above, Robert transformed his weapons to their blade mode as he kept his eye on the Alpha. If he or someone else was detected he hoped to cut off the pack's leader and send them into disarray, increasing their chances for success exponentially.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox Once Krysthane's friend told them everything he knew, Ebon followed her out of the cafe towards the car. On the way he snatched a kitten and tucked it into his pocket, where it mewed quietly in confusion. Wanting to keep the little cat a secret Ebon spoke to it using his telepathy. "Hush little one. We're going to hang out, just for today." Once the team arrived to the car Ebon had his doubts. He wasn't sure if he could fit the Kingdom inside, and if he could it was going to be a tight fit. He also questioned Krysthane's driving ability. Ebon at least had a license to drive, though he never had the Lien to buy a car. "Don't park us up a tree Krysthane." Carefully maneuvering The Kingdom into the back seat, Ebon waited for the others while stealthily playing with the kitten behind his tower shield.</s> <\|message\|>Bianca Nuit A Friend In Need As VGNB moved forward with their plan they would soon figure out that the Dodici family syndicate lived atop the hill that Zephyr was built on. They made their business their home, they ran all of Zephyr's banking, living above the bank itself the building looked like an apartment building. Which was good news for Beryl whom had previously decided to scope out the building in order to find entryways. There were plenty of windows. What she would find is that the upper floors were mainly residential, the higher up you were in the building, the higher up you were in the family. She would also notice the presence of a warehouse out back behind the building. While she couldn't get a great view of the lobby from any one vantage point she did know that if they entered that way they could scope it out fairly easily. The rest of the team, could see the front doors of the Dodici family bank. It seemed that two men working security detail were directly outside of the building and in past them another two, and a teller. Once Beryl met back up with her team they would have to make the decision how exactly to approach this situation. --- Darkness, a dripping noise, men speaking, other Faunus crying out for loved ones. This was everything Bianca's senses could tell her about her surroundings. One minute she was with her family and the other families in Zephyr that were well represented. The next, she was here. She got ready to call for help, perhaps someone she knew as here. But she was struck by a blunt object. Darkness, a dripping noise, men speaking, other Faunus crying out for loved ones, and the taste of blood. This was everything Bianca's senses could tell her.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Capture the Fort The death of the Alpha Beowulf hardly bothered the rest of the pack. If anything, it made it easier for them. While Robert was busy unleashing his rage against the Alpha, the other wolves surrounded Robert to cut off any possible avenues of escape. Then all eleven of them pounced at him at the same time, lunging out with their claws and fangs and overwhelm him with numbers. Even if he could take down one or two, the others from behind, above, and below would attack him relentlessly. While this was bad news for Robert, this also meant that the Beowolves were not focusing on the possibility that there might be other hunters near by. So the rest of Team RDGT need to be quick, before they lost their foolishly brave leader. Who@Jedly@Nytem4re@Awesomoman64 Sticky Situation As Team Canvas were speaking to one another, a voice broke over the airship's intercoms. "Hello Team Canvas, this is Velvet of Team Coffee. We see your airship coming so I'll begin to inform you of what we're up against. There are multiple entrances to the Ariadne's nest, however each one has natural structures fortifying it, making it difficult for even us to approach without alerting the entire brood. Walls of briers, poison-spewing plants, pit falls and other traps, webs, and of course the broodlings. Fortunately they're mostly concentrated around the nests itself. However we've also spotted Nevermores roosting in the trees and occasionally King Taijitu on the forest floor." As Velvet informed the team of this information she also sent a digital map of the area, highlighting different things such as traps, the rough patrols of the various Grimm, and other important information such as safe locations for the team to bunker down if things get rough. "We haven't been able to get very far inside the nest, but we suspect that it'll be even more vast and complex. Fortunately, we found one entrance into the nest that seems to be mostly unguarded by the broodlings. We've managed to get a fair distance within before we found more broodling activities, so it may be your best chance to infiltrate the nest with minimal confrontations. However we have also noticed recent signs of Taijitu marking at this entrance, and while we haven't confronted any ourselves, please be careful. If you need any assistance now will be a good time to ask. Once you're in the nest communication to the surface will be impossible due to how deep you'll be going." But before the team could ask any questions, there was a loud screeching in the distance. A single Nevermore flew up from the forests and spotted the air craft. It seemed like it was going to attack. The pilot was forced to make some evasive actions as the Nevermore shot feathered flechettes at the aircraft. While the vehicles was durable enough to take some hits and the pilot had the skill to out maneuver the creature, it lacked any weapons to take on the Nevermore directly. And with the Nevermore harassing the aircraft, Team Canvas was either going to have to try to fight the creature while on the ship, or make an emergency landing so they can escape. They had other options too, but very little time. Soon Coco's voice cracked over the intercom. "Get out of there quickly. Take too long and you'll alert the whole forest!" @Savato@Sho Minazuki@Crimmy</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Skyra sighed long and hard. "A car... seriously...", she mumbled. From the get go, she was skeptic about stepping into that car. First of all, it didn't look safe enough for her, especially when Krys was driving. Not that she didn't trust her team's leader, but she doubted her ability to drive. Secondly, this was more or less exactly the opposite of "stealthy". Which was why she had to bring it up to their leader. "Krys... a car is not exactly the most... subtle way of getting around... I am pretty sure there are other ways of reaching our mechanic. I don't really want to get ambushed on our way there, 'cause I am pretty certain our enemy already knows that we're out here..." Mentally Skyra already prepared herself for her objection to be rejected. She knew she had no chance in hell to do stuff sneakily in this team of loud people. A slight smile spread over her face at that thought, just for a second, to be replaced by her usual emotionless, business visage.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson When Robert was a boy, living on the streets all on his own, one activity he enjoyed to do was to visit the library. There were countless numbers of books and, if you were to ask, most of the librarians there would have sworn that that redheaded child had read every single one. As the pack of Beowolves closed in around him and the burning rage he had just felt quickly turned to fear and worry, Robert recalled a specific line from one of those many books. It was some sort of guide, for hitchhiking if memory served him right, that read, "What to do if you find yourself stuck with no hope of rescue: Consider yourself lucky that life has been good to you so far. Alternatively, if life hasn't been good to you so far, which given your present circumstances seems more likely, consider yourself lucky that it won't be troubling you much longer." In that moment though, Robert decided that if he was going to die, he wasn't going to lie down and take it. At first he activated the ballistic form of his bracers, but soon realized that, with his team so near, that firing shots off in random directions would only lead to disaster. Switching back to his weapons' blade form, Robert charged at the nearest Beowolf. The team leader aimed for the beast's jugular, causing the Grimm to try to duck underneath. It underestimated the huntsman-in-training's speed though and was met with both blades in its eyesockets. One of the Beowolves thought that Robert had now left himself open for attack and lunged forward to take a bite out of him. The boy quickly raised his leg and kicked the Grimm's face though, sending shards of broken teeth in all directions. These weren't dumb animals though, and it didn't take long for them to realize that attacking one at a time was a foolhardy plan. While one Beowulf tried to turn his head into a chew toy, another used its claws to try and take a swipe out of him. In the blink of an eye, Robert changed one bracer to its ballistic mode and put a 10mm round between the hungry Grimm's eyes. He attempted to use the other bracer to block the incoming claw, but was too slow, allowing the claw to rip through his flesh. Robert collapsed on the ground in pain. He wasn't going to last much longer if his team didn't try to help him.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Sand Vespa Unceremoniously almost, the date had changed. Normally, this would have been Sand's first proper day as a student at Beacon, but she had quickly learned that a holiday would take place. She could not complain. Her transfer had taken a turn for the sudden, and some extra time to adjust was appreciated. She had dedicated the previous day to getting her belongings and reporting the results of her final assignment to her superior at Atlas through the CCT. The former, she had mailed over to someone she trusted before heading out, having resolved not to stay return to Atlas by the end of her mission. The latter was handled simply enough, even if her boss had not been particularly ecstatic to hear about her failure to produce any of the items they had requested. Nonetheless, the day had marked a transition. Beyond friendships and acquaintances, she could not truly say she had any other affiliations to her previous school. Tired as she had been by the end of the day, rest was easy to come by, even in the bed of a deceased hunter-in-training, once Grane had cleared away their belongings. Staying in bed had been another matter. Habit had taken over, complemented by a lingering feeling of unease, and Sand had taken off to do her morning exercises before the rest began to stir. Those were done, but the day was still young. For the moment, Sand sat at the waiting room for the school's infirmary, legs crossed as she absentmindedly stared out the open door. Her hair was once again tied in a short tail. The dirtied and torn clothes she had arrived in yesterday had been replaced by a simple grey tank top and dark cargo pants, fastened to her waist with the same thick belt that held her cased weapons at her hips. Her combat boots had been replaced by white running shoes. A small gym bag was at her feet. The casual, relaxed image made her coffee-colored eyes seem merely weary rather than irked. A set of footsteps drew her towards an approaching nurse. "He's awake. Want me to take you to him?" She nodded. "Please." With that, the nurse ushered the visitor into the back rooms. Sand took note of the other occupied beds, presumably other students who found trouble in their own missions, but chose not to comment. Unerringly, she was led to a bed occupied by a bandaged, red-haired boy. The nurse announced the new visitor, then quickly returned to her duties. Sand raised a hand in greeting. "Hey. You look better than yesterday." Which isn't a difficult thing, truth be told. The pitiable condition Robert had been brought back in made her wonder if her intervention had made a difference in the end. Then again, she could not ask for more than his survival. Noticing the chairs near the bed, she pulled one closer and sat on it. Absentmindedly, she wondered if he had been told of her induction into the team. He had been unconscious when Ozpin had made the announcement, after all. Reaching into her gym bag, she pulled out a paper bag and placed it on the nightstand. "I brought muffins," she said simply, by way of explanation. "So?" she asked. "How are you feeling?" Who</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Sunday-Cafeteria Cobwlt was finally released from the hospital after the doctor gave the ok, so the first thing he did was head to the supermarket. He didn't like eating cafeteria food all the time, even if it was heavenly compared to that bland hospital food. Now all he had to do was go to the kitchen and ask to cook the food, it was going to be a busy night. By the time he was finished it was just before midnight as he tiptoed into the dorm. He set the pancakes, eggs, and bacon down on the counter (all in seperate containers to preserve the heat) and went to lie down in his bed. For the first time in a while he fell asleep as soon as he hit the covers. Monday-Dorm Cobalt woke up before everyone and set up the food on the counter, everyone would wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs, Cobalt kicked himself as he had forgotten to get syrup for the pancakes. Next time for sure. Diamond woke up first and the first thing he noticed was the new look. "Nice haircut. You do it yourself?" Blonde looked good on her. Oswald wheeled himself through the door and Cobalt waved hello. "I made breakfast. You guys want any?" He pointed towards the food alongside a couple of disposable paper plates. @Forsythe</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson When Sand entered his room, she found Robert absentmindedly staring out the window. With no other sources of entertainment like a book or video game, he didn't have much else to pass the time with other than conversations with the nurses and any visitors that might come his way. Hearing the door open, the red haired boy turned to face his new team member, giving her a bright smile. The bandage over his head still remained as well as a few of the band-aids that covered the small cuts where the doctors had removed shrapnel from the explosive, but other than that he looked almost normal. "Oh hey, Sand. Yeah, I'm feeling a lot better now," he told her. Seeing her pull out a paper bag, his eyes focused on the object as he wondered what it could possibly contain. "Ooh, muffins? Cool," Robert said, reaching his hand in and pulling out whichever kind was at the top. Quickly taking a bite without first checking what it might have been baked with, the taste of blueberries assaulted his tastebuds. Not exactly the boy's favorite flavor, but he didn't want to hurt the girl's feelings so he avoided making any sort of negative facial reaction. "What'd you ask? How am I feeling? Hmm…" the red haired boy replied, giving the question some serious thought before replying. "Like I said, I am feeling better. Kinda bored though. Not much to do here except rest and mope around. Ozpin told me that I'm no longer leader of the team, but I think… I think I'm okay with that honestly. It's a lot of responsibility that I don't think I was ready for. Sure, I was disappointed at first, but now that I've had time to think, the position seemed to fit better with one of the others. Speaking of which, what are you still doing here? Shouldn't you have gone back to Atlas? Was it Atlas? It was Atlas right?" "It was Atlas," she confirmed with a wry smile. "Was. My transfer papers were approved some time ago. Didn't think I'd arrive at Beacon the way I did, though." Robert nodded along as Sand explained her situation. When it appeared she had finished speaking, he asked, "So what's the name of the team you're on? Maybe we can do some joint missions or something at some point." The girl leaned back, looking at him meaningfully. "Don't know yet, but I think we'll be working together often enough." "What makes you say that?" he asked. She tilted her head. "Just a hunch. Happens that the other members spell R, T and G." "Really? That's the letters for my team too. What a coincidence." Sand's expression remained neutral, but as the words left his mouth the girl's normally stern eyes seemed to sparkle, like a cat that had found a new toy. She nodded knowingly. "Scary, right?" she said in a conspiratorial tone. "Well hear this. G is a faunus, doesn't seem like he likes R much." "Hey, Grane's a faunus too. Pretty sure he's not a big fan of me either," Robert said, still not understanding yet what Sand was hinting at. She hummed in agreement, but continued. "T seems like the calmest of the three. Like he tries to smooth things out between the rest." "That sounds like Trad," he said with excitement. "Yeah. R got injured recently, though, and it's got him worried. He's in this infirmary too." "Sounds like it'd be a good idea to meet with them after you're done talking with lil' ol' me." "Already did, actually. Brought him breakfast and everything." "Did you get him muffins too?" her teammate asked, still oblivious. "Yes. In fact, and listen close because this is the clincher—"The girl drew closer, as if to tell him a secret, complete with discrete looks over her shoulder. "His name happens to be Robert." At this point, Robert was beginning to catch on. Squinting his eyes at her with suspicion, he asked her, "Does his last name happen to be Fallson?" Sand looked at him with dancing eyes. "Amazing, right? What a time to be alive." "Yeah, what a coincidence," the boy repeated, this time with heavy amounts of sarcasm. A pleased smirk broke through her serious expression. "You can be rather dense, you know?" "I'd take offense to that if it probably wasn't true," was his only response as he lied back in his bed and made himself more comfortable. "Welcome to the team, Sand." "Thank you. Looking forward to working with you."</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Monday "One day I will manage to get that idiot to stop doing these things" Cian muttered under her breath as sat in the courtyard looking for her brother figure/guardian/pain in the neck/narcissistic asshole. Dont get her wrong Cian was eternally thankful for what he did and was doing for her and as such loved him as she would a brother but by the heavens above did he manage to piss her off lately. Leaning back a bit she kept sighed softly as she tried to keep her eye open for a person with a furred purple hat. Tristan Mauve "Well well guess the school aged well like some people are bound to." He muttered to himself as he walked through the entrance of the school. Tristan stood tall at a six foot 4. He had a lean build like that of a runner or a swimmer with tight black slacks and a white shirt with his signature purple jacket. He often got compared to how similar his and Cian's style was similar but "Its bound to happen when one grows up with a clean cut figure as myself" He muttered once more with a joyful laugh at the end. Wonder how the old stomping grounds held up without me creating craters ever other week. He thought to himself as he kept a single eye out for his sister.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom A quietness that somewhat resembled serenity soon fell over the two. Watching the white trails painted on the vast canvas known as the skies, Sangue's train of thoughts floated down to many places. From her wonder of when Apep would arrive to figuring out more about what makes her team happy, her simplistic thinking process made her space out for several moments. To some, she could look thoughtless, but Sangue was more than willing to think about a lot of things, even if she thought slower than others. For her, it was good to keep thinking about things. It let her mind keep functioning and warm itself up for every day. She glanced at Galla once, blinking at the newspaper, before turning back to the skies. And she decided to remain quiet, hopeful in that she wouldn't annoy the woman next to her by constantly attempting to talk naturally. The red snake wondered if there were other places she could visit while Apep wasn't around, but for now, sitting right where she was suited her well enough.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia Cypher Gymnasium Emerald's face widened with glee as she looks at both pairs of gauntlets. From what Gren was saying both had advantages and disadvantages. The first pair offered more firepower but were heavier, while the other was lighter but it would have to transform into cannon form to fire rockets. If she was honest she found herself liking the first option, she could get used to heavier gauntlets easily enough, practicing with them would help her body adjust to the weight and she'd end up a bit stronger because of it to boot. Of course there was only one way to find out which was better for sure. At Gren's suggestion to go test them out at the firing range Emerald nodded her head enthusiastically. "Yeah! Let's do that! I'm sure Skyra will show up if she hears explosions I mean, who wouldn't?!" Emerald was bouncing on her heels, her tail flicking erratically behind her, she was clearly excited.</s> <\|message\|>Sand Vespa "Mhm. Yeah, see you." Sand ended the call just as the infirmary door opened again, revealing Robert again. She slipped the scroll back to her pocket as the boy caught sight of her and approached, apologizing for the delay. "Not a problem. You were just in time." She took stock of his appearance at his prompting, noting how most of the damage he had sustained seemed all but gone. An awakened aura is an amazing thing, she reflected. She suspected that recovering from his condition would have taken longer than a weekend if he had not been trained to be a Huntsman. In fact, she had to restrain the sudden urge to poke at his side to see if he was not exaggerating the pain in his ribs. "They didn't give you a mirror?" she asked, keeping a hint of mischief away from her voice. You look awful. Definitely, was the first response that came to mind. But she swallowed the words. It wasn't true, but he made it too easy for her. She quickly curbed the part of her that instinctively tried to agree with his assessment on his appearance if only to see where that line of dialog would lead. It would be plain hurtful, and there was such a thing as overindulgence. "You look fine," she answered honestly after a moment of consideration. "Bit of bed hair. Wouldn't have guessed you were hospitalized if I hadn't seen it." The fact that she could even say those words felt like lifting a weight off her shoulders. She could not have known how things would have gone back at the Fort if she had chosen to prioritize her mission and left the group of Huntsmen to fend for themselves, or if she had agreed to leaving Robert once they realized he was drawing the Grimm towards them, but it seemed to her that if Grane and Trad were safe, and Robert only had slight aches to complain about as she walked him to his room, she had made the right choices where it mattered. It made her proud. As for Delta… Her actions were irrelevant in that case. The group's last member had been lost before she had had a chance to intervene. It was lucky enough that I was close enough to help at all, she reminded herself. There was nothing to regret. She would have to be satisfied with the results. Sand shrugged, jostling the bag on her shoulder. "Anyway, let's get going. I still need to drop this off." Who</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Monday It wasnt long before Cian managed to find her brother figure he was hard to miss with him practically forcing his way through the throng of people that had gathered at the entrance. Despite her better judgement she let a small smile out as she walked up to him as he greeted her in his usual manner his hand ruffling his hand through his hair before forcing her to find a bench so he can fix it. "I cant have any sister of mine walk around like how you are so we are going to find a place for me to fix your hair and for heavens sake button your jacket and put on some actual clothes." Tristan said as he forcefully guided her through people he would not let his sister walk around like how she was plus what was with her clothing? Sure it was practical he supposed it offered no limitation in movement and with her style of fighting something like that could mean her life. But god damnit she was his sister he hated her showing any skin at all it might attract people to her and that was what he was trying to prevent. Cian sighed as she let her brother guide her trust him to make a mountain out of a mole hill. Still with a exasperated sigh she willingly followed his lead but stopped when she saw Sangue she believed it was sitting on a bench with someone. "Ah Sangue was it?" Cian said as she slipped out of her brothers grasp as she walked up to Sangue she was sitting next to younger girl it appeared with black hair that she never seen so probably a younger sibling. "Is this your sister?" She asked Cian was never one for words but has been trying to fix that and Sangue did help with the last mission so why not try to start a conversation. @Crimmy</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson "Sure thing," Robert said, following Sand back to their team's room. As they walked, the two members of the leaderless team talked about several subjects, mostly relating to Beacon though. Even then, the Altesian girl was still able to find ways to tease the boy, most of the verbal jabs going right over his clueless head. As the two turned a corner of the hallway that would lead them back to their place of rest and relaxation though, the redhead stopped in his tracks as he recognized a figure ahead. Standing right outside the door of their room, was a girl clad in pink, with a fist raised to the door as if to knock. For the couple, time seemed to have stopped, their breaths catching in their throats as they looked at the one who they'd promised their hearts too. "Priscilla? Is it really you?" Robert asked in disbelief. "Robbie?" she replied back, eyes watering with tears of joy. And with that small exchange of names, time began again as the couple ran into each other's arms. Robert was holding back tears, but Priscilla couldn't hold back the waterworks. They stood there for what might have appeared like forever to any casual observer, but to them it didn't feel like any embrace could be long enough. "You disappeared. I couldn't find you no matter how hard I looked. Daniel or Greyson either. I- I thought you were gone forever. I was afr-" Priscilla pressed a finger to his lips and soothingly told him, "Shh. It's okay. I'm back now, Robbie," before leaning close and planting a kiss on his lips. It had felt like a lifetime since the two had done that. When they finally separated, the girl smiled at her boyfriend and told him, "I promise to explain everything... as soon as we find a more private place to talk." Taking her hand in his, Robert smiled the widest smile he had ever made and told her, "I know exactly the place." And with that, the couple took off, leaving Sand in their dust, likely confused and bewildered.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Ashe Blackwood (derp post - clicking things on mobile is stupid)</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom @Krayzikk@Azereiah@FlitterFaux Sangue peeked at Bianca behind Ben. As he took a seat, she predictably sat at the seat Ben tapped at for her. And she sat in silence. Behind her long hair, Sangue's eyes trailed across the room. Nothing had changed in particular, though her memory served her well enough to see that some students were not present, and some were unfamiliar to her. She blinked as her gaze fell upon the white-haired girl. The girl named Bianca Nuit, whose blue eyes reminded her of Ben's own, was very polite. Something about her made Sangue relax. Oftentimes, the looks Sangue received were more out of wariness rather than simply being interested in her. Some told her it was the face paint that threw them off. Others would imply that she just looked a bit intimidating. She felt none of that from Bianca. In fact, she generally did not think such thoughts of most students. When Sangue's eyes fell upon the Faunus' wings, she stared at them curiously. They fluttered, and their movements mesmerized the redhead for a moment. She remembered finding pictures of Faunus with wings back at her old home. The pictures depicted the particular Faunus with powerful, intimidating wings- like that of an eagle's. Bianca's wings, however, were very pretty. Eventually peeling her eyes away from the girl's wings, Sangue greeted Bianca. "…I… am Sangue," she spoke quietly. The redhead bowed politely before falling silent. At the presence of others approaching the seats around her, however, she perked up before turning to a Faunus with a mask and another person with her. Blinking, she stared at the mask for a brief moment, her idle expression remaining. Sangue wondered if the student was feeling alright, as her thin body stated otherwise, but she did not question the student and decided she probably had her own reasons. Perhaps her body was just thin in general, or she really wasn't feeling well. Sangue's gaze shifted to the student with her, Ashe. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, but she did seem more lively than the person with the mask. Retaining her silence, she bowed to both of them. Staring at the unfamiliar students next to her, she silently glanced between them, and occasionally at Ben.</s> <\|message\|>Skye (she claims to have no last name, that she lost it. She also referred to herself initially as "Byakko" but now denies this) @Lucius Cypher @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN Annabelle Valentine Armory Wow. Oz has the favor of the Schnee frikkin Dust company?! Is it my imagination or did he suddenly just become a lot more attractive? Yeesh, Valentine, you sound like a gold digger. "Your call, oh great and powerful wizard. I will be poaching the hell out of your ideas. Just promise me you won't cut any corners and get lesser quality materials. I'd rather fight with my mother over my spending habits than play with tech this advanced using inferior parts. And at least let me cover my own costs." She could tell Oswald was very excited and into the project, so he likely wouldn't be careless ordering what was needed. Even so she needed to clarify and get that reassurance. She was briefly surprised when Oswald made the comment about his hands, but she quickly decided she must have been thinking out loud. Whoops. What else have I been saying? She leaned forward and got a sly look in her eye, opting to just have fun with it. "Oh, but Ozzie, of course were friends, especially because of your big hands. It's true what they say about that, you know. There's even research to back it up." Letting Oswald mull that over Annabelle turned to Gren, nodding agreement as he made suggestions to divide the workload. "Easy. You and Oz better watch your fingers, though. I'd hate for anything to happen to those big, beautiful hands you guys have." She winked at the both of them, apparently not finished teasing Oswald after all. She stole some paper and pens, deciding to draw up some designs oldschool. She nodded again at Gren, already knowing what he brought up would be the case. "Yep, lots of ways to approach this shield. It's gonna take time and I can wait. I mean, damn, I've put the shield upgrade off for years, a few days or even weeks more won't kill me." She froze in the middle of her flurry of activity when Gren asked about her weapon. That's right, Gren was already gone last night before I got around to showing off my masterpiece. Or more like my life's work. And neither my life nor that work is even done yet. So this will be a complete surprise to him... and the entire class! Her expression slowly shifted to one of pure delight. She took out her new scroll and brought up a map of the academy, estimating how long Gren might be gone and how long it would take Tiger to respond to a standard summons. At the same time she interrupted Emerald from slipping into any kind of melancholy, snapping her fingers and holding out her free hand. "Tsk tsk, sis. Don't you start pouting on me! Plans. Gimme. I wanna see these goggles for myself. Sir Gren is already fetching parts and you are in the presence of the queen of multitasking! Or... maybe princess. Depends on the day, really..." Time to wow the crowd, hehe~</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson The feeling of tentacle-like appendages wrapping around his head and the sound of a very happy and chipper voice behind him shout out something about improving his mood would snap Robert out of his violent day dream. This interaction was definitely not something that he was in the mood for at the moment. Grabbing the feelers that had suction-cupped themselves to his cheeks, the boy forcefully pulled them off his face, perhaps a bit too harshly, as he turned to face the strange squid kid that had dared to interrupt his brooding. "Can I help you?" the bespectacled redhead interrogated, his expression returning to the glare it had been just moments ago before his face had been pulled into an unwanted smile. Everything about his behavior screamed that he didn't want to talk to Llyr, from how aggressive the tone of his voice was when asking his earlier question, to how his folded arms revealed a truculent mood. All Robert wanted right now was to be left alone to his own devices.</s>
<\|description\|>Sapphire Rode Age: Seventeen Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Shotgun/Polearm Sapphire is skilled in using two sawed off shotguns each about two and a half feet in length. From there the second form is as a sickle, it's like a scythe but more hand held. From the shot guns a bladed folds out on the side of the gun's muzzle. Part of the gun retracts so it can be easily wielded with one hand as melee weapon. In this form it is still capable of firing. For the third form the buts of the guns interlock and two pols extend from both of them creating a grip. The triggers from the shotguns realign themselves so both are easily accessible from the staff's grip. In this form Sapphire's weapon is about six feet long. The blades in this form have three positions, there standard position for cutting from unusual angles, straight out for stabbing and inverted so the blade is parallel to the shaft for side slashes. In all three forms the shotguns are still operable. However Sapphire prefers wielding her Anelaces, Morpheus and Phobetor. Nightmare Blades Sapphire's two daggers, Morpheus and Phobator, there names meaning Sleep and Nightmare respectively. Each disassembles itself into a two inch by two inch black metal boxes that clipped into leather bands that Sapphire is always wearing. The daggers are impact activated meaning they will transforming out of storage mode when any amount of serious impact force is applied to them. The assembled form will pop out with just enough force to get the handles into Sapphire's hands. Her favored method of drawing them is clapping her wrists together and having them shoot up into her hands. Morpheus and Phobetor are specially designed. Apart from there special method of deployment both knives have a dust powered rocket mechanism in the pommel allowing Sapphire to increase the speed of her strikes or alter her momentum. There is also a dust cartridge slot right bellow the cross guard that will have a variety of effects based on the type of dust used. Fire cartridges will super heat the blades making it easier to pierce or sometime outright melt armor. Electricity rounds will electrify the blade making contact deadly. The blades on both knives retract, in this form Sapphire can clip the hilts onto her combat boots. In this manner she can use the rockets as a propulsion system. Semblance: Selective Sight Sapphire has the ability to vanish into the background. It is not invisibility exactly; a better way to describe it would be that she is able to slip from the notice of others. Not invisible just unnoticed. It is most effective in darker settings and will not work if someone is expecting to see her. For instance if she is having a conversation with someone she can't simply disappear but if she is being chased and she gets out of eyesight of her pursuers she could slip from their perception leaving them rather confused. It is not always a conscious effort on her part and sometimes may simply happen when she is nervous or stressed out. The illusion only works as long as she stays inconspicuous. So if she starts to speak or does something that draws attention the illusion would be shattered. Because of this, it often gives people the impression that she appears from nowhere when she joins in a conversation. With concentration and effort Sapphire is able to use a burst of aura to apply this ability to others close by. When this ability is in use Sapphire's perception of the world becomes slightly unfocused as if she is viewing the world through a lens. It is not so bad that she can't run but important details may slip past her notice. Personality: Sapphire is the daughter of a famous hunter named Janus Rode who has trained her since she was very young. People often question her about her family but it is not something she likes to talk about much. She had an older brother who ran away from home some ten years previously. Her mother died in childbirth. She also has two sisters, one older, one younger but neither of them received the training necessary to enter Beacon. Sapphire is very closed off, she doesn't talk about herself and if asked will deflect the questions without giving any real answers. Sapphire often feels very isolated and alone but she is scared to relate to people, to make friends, to let someone into her heart. She is scared that if she does they may not like what they see. This fear she covers with snide remarks and sarcastic comments giving the impression that she doesn't care what people think about her. Despite her cold demeanor she does truly want to help people, she's loyal to those who are loyal to her and she is compassionate though she doesn't often let people see it. Color: Somber Midnight Blue Emblem: Appearance: Has electric blue hair which is not quite apparent in the photo. She's average height at about 5'10". She is built light and agile and is very flexible which is a boon to her fighting style. She has a number of long white scars running over her hands which she uses white silk gloves to cover. She has similar though less noticeable scars on her back. Theme:</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate It was with a slight note of conclusion that Abel bid Gren farewell. "Celibate?" he murmured to himself as he pulled out his scroll, fiddling with the buttons. "Musta meant celebrate." He briefly considered what party supplies were the object of Gren's solo quest while the scroll booted up for the first time. If it was alcohol, Abel would have none of it, but if the others felt like the situation warranted inebriation he guessed that he wouldn't stop them. Not everyone was as straitlaced as he, and the last he had seen both Kuhaku and Sapphire, they had both been on stretchers. Vague excuses swirled through his head that they might use for drinking—to relax, to forget about the pain. When the faulty scroll finally sorted itself out, his inner musings vanished, and he stared intently at the tiny screen before scrolling over to the minimap tab and determining in exactly which way the medical ward lay. A brisk pace and long strides meant that he arrived at the infirmary within thirty minutes. It was situated separately from the rest of the academy. The shattered moon was a little ways above the horizon, and the night blew cool and clear. Beaming down upon everything from above, more so than the moon, was the warm green light after which Abel guessed Beacon was named. Under normal circumstances, the night would have been young for him, but after the trials of today he was very weary. After checking up on his teammates, he resolved as he navigated the last few meters to the infirmary, he would head straight back to the dorms to get some sleep. With only two floors and eight rooms, the medical ward had little to hide from Abel, and he soon approached the single softly-lit room. There was no sign of any nurses, which Abel decided was good; it meant that Kuhaku and Sapphire were stable, at least, if they were to be unattended. Voices garbled by the door that separated team SASG revealed that at least one of them was awake. Feeling familiar enough with those on the inside to not need to stand on ceremony, Abel opened the door somewhat loudly and waltzed right in. Immediately he froze, suddenly aware of something wrong. Both of them were standing, and in their hospital gowns they seemed strikingly smaller and less lively than in their clothes, somber-colored as they were. That was not, however, what put Abel on guard; he could practically feel the tension and unhappiness emanating from them. Sapphire in particular seemed standoffish, with her arms tucked against her. In the poor light, the edges of her dark hair seemed blue, and the surprised, uninviting look in her eyes gave Abel the impression that he wasn't wanted here. Perhaps nobody was. But to turn around and waltz right back out would make him seem like a coward, and that was something he simply couldn't stomach. "...hey there," he managed after a few seconds, breaking the vile, awkward silence. "Good to, uh, see you guys are okay." In fact, they looked quite terrible, but he hoped they knew he meant to reassure them. He found himself looking at Kuhaku's snowy ears, and forced himself to look at each of his teammates' faces in turn.</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery As the team arrived to their room. They were now picking out their beds. This was going to be interesting because she was the only girl on the team, so that wasn't such a good thing. But she knew that her team would be respectful enough to give the girl her own space. But that was when Daniel made the joke about being in bed with a girl. Pervert. Even if he was joking or not he wasn't suppose to say that. Priscilla gave a fake nervously laugh as she turned around and walked to a bed, far from Daniel but close to the leader. It wasn't that she didn't trust Greyson, because she did. That was her first teammate. It was just that she liked the bed next to the window, which was close to Robert's. As they got all settled in. Priscilla turned around smiling at Robert, happy that he decided to do her suggestion. "Yay. Let's go guys. It could be fun and stuff to explore and all. Oh...I am a bit hungry too." She said placing a hand on her stomach and looking at her members. "So, question for you two.." she turned to Daniel and Greyson. It was a question about Robert being the leader. "How do you guys feel about Robert being the leader?" She smiled at them and looked at Robert, winking at him and now her attention back to the two. "I personally. Like the fact that he is the leader. Just because of himself having the leader look AND he did tell us what to do back in the fight. Also he has the whole nerdy leader look, so he is probably also the smartest out of us. Not saying that you guys are duuuumb. Im just stating my facts. You guys?" Priscilla said turning around looking herself in the mirror, fixing her hair and grabbing a light pink lipstick, putting it on. As she was putting it on, she still waited for the boys to answer.</s> <\|message\|>Indigo Kafka Indigo smiled under his mask as he silently straightened his bow tie. It was an idle action; his tie didn't need straightening. Hell, he had already straightened it twice in the time he finished that thought! Still though, it was a gesture of impatience, anxiousness, and excitement. He had made it. Even if his methods weren't the best to getting there, the title "Number 1" was now officially within reach! At the end of this deep tunnel laid the light of endless love an adoration, and he would steal that prize, using the bodies of all the Grimm he was surely going to slay as his platform. He shook his head as he heard his name being called. He walked up to the stage, behind the cute oddly pacifistic girl that had helped him in the Forever Fall Forest, as well as the other male who was really happy most of the time, and wore a badass suit of armor into battle. Reminded him of a lot of his videogames. And, ofcourse, Seilber. His partner, jittering and sweating like she was on trial for murder or something. She must not have liked the spotlight. He was a fan, but he understood that some weren't. Especially those trying to keep a low profile. "You will now work together as team Silverpoint led by... Seilber Vulpez." Indie paused. A frown and accompanying rage slowly filled his face under the mask. He wasn't leader? That wasn't right... He needed to be leader. He was determined to be the best, why wasn't he leader? Was he not powerful enough yet? Was it because he lacked elegance and grace? You didn't need that to become great! Hell, you didn't even need to be leader to become great! He'd become number one without being leader. He didn't need a leader. He didn't need anybody. Indie suddenly felt very uncomfortable on the stage. He walked, or more accurately stomped, down the stage in a fit of angst and anger, not bothering to see if his teammates were following until he was sufficiently far from the stage. "So, guys." He said "Wanna go back to my place and... unload and relax?~" He said, giggling to himself like a small child. Jokes were how he relived stress, and right now he was feeling much to hotheaded. Honestly, he just wanted to send an email to his friends back home and sleep for awhile in his nice new bed.</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni had no idea what was with the woman. Did she just hate him for being alive or was she always like this, because if she was, this was gonna be harder than he thought. How was he supposed to to build up a beautiful and loving relationship if she was so hostile? Geni would have to find away to get passed her wall, but in order to do that, he would have to turn this conversation around. But with her hand on her sword, that seemed like an impossible feet. She looked like she was ready to chop him up right were he stood. She did not even want to show mercy to her fellow faunas, which was understandable. "Oh come on we don't know that, but I would rather not test that out, but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt." "And priorities, I'm pretty sure that set already.""And I think I would rather have a good firm grasp on the mortal realm, just saying." "And an interesting person, sure if you like he superhuman kingly types." " And unfortunately, I was not paying attention at that point in the speech, could you help my out?" He said warily was his tail flicked around agitatedly. He was not sure if what he said would be offensive but he hoped he had treaded carefully. Geni then heard his other teammate comment on the situation. He was a fast paced talker, it was kind of hard to hear exactly what he was saying, but if you listened carefully, it was easy. Geni snapped to attention he was addressed to by the boy, he told him that his nickname would be Genie. "Defiantly, your wish is my command, Mokuren " He said winking at her.</s>	<\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Infirmary Sapphire couldn't believe who she was talking too. Had his brain truly been scrambled by the cave in? Seemed like the possibly was rising with every word he said. How else could he not know that she was referring to the initiation ceremony? The one they had horribly failed. Sapphire wondered if she could stay with her grandparents and Demetra when this fell through. As a bonus the scatter brained faunus was also a bleeding heart. "Happened to have wronged you before, I apologize." The hell was he talking about, he wasn't even sure that he had done something wrong and yet was still prepared to admit defeat. Sapphire rolled her eyes. It was just about this time that the door creaked open. In walked a tall heavy set boy likely about her age. He was from the tunnel, what was his name Adel, Able something like that. He clearly realized three seconds after entering that he'd walked into the middle of an awkward conversation. Sapphire didn't really have a problem letting that moment drag out and did so watching him squirm uncomfortable until he finally spoke. When he did it was sort of shaky and rather generic greeting which sparked something in Sapphire. Alright? Alright! Didn't he have eyes? It was plan for anyone to see that neither of them was 'alright'. "Oh yeah," Sapphire said turning on Abel. "We're just super, me with my broken rib, sprained ankle, black eye and a mild concussion not to mention all the little cuts and bruises. Then we've got fur ball over there whose only recollection seems to be his own name. We are totally fine right now." Sapphire said glaring at him. It annoyed her when people tried to look on the bright side. It was better to see a situation for what it was regardless of how bad that might be.</s>
<\|description\|>Sapphire Rode Age: Seventeen Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Shotgun/Polearm Sapphire is skilled in using two sawed off shotguns each about two and a half feet in length. From there the second form is as a sickle, it's like a scythe but more hand held. From the shot guns a bladed folds out on the side of the gun's muzzle. Part of the gun retracts so it can be easily wielded with one hand as melee weapon. In this form it is still capable of firing. For the third form the buts of the guns interlock and two pols extend from both of them creating a grip. The triggers from the shotguns realign themselves so both are easily accessible from the staff's grip. In this form Sapphire's weapon is about six feet long. The blades in this form have three positions, there standard position for cutting from unusual angles, straight out for stabbing and inverted so the blade is parallel to the shaft for side slashes. In all three forms the shotguns are still operable. However Sapphire prefers wielding her Anelaces, Morpheus and Phobetor. Nightmare Blades Sapphire's two daggers, Morpheus and Phobator, there names meaning Sleep and Nightmare respectively. Each disassembles itself into a two inch by two inch black metal boxes that clipped into leather bands that Sapphire is always wearing. The daggers are impact activated meaning they will transforming out of storage mode when any amount of serious impact force is applied to them. The assembled form will pop out with just enough force to get the handles into Sapphire's hands. Her favored method of drawing them is clapping her wrists together and having them shoot up into her hands. Morpheus and Phobetor are specially designed. Apart from there special method of deployment both knives have a dust powered rocket mechanism in the pommel allowing Sapphire to increase the speed of her strikes or alter her momentum. There is also a dust cartridge slot right bellow the cross guard that will have a variety of effects based on the type of dust used. Fire cartridges will super heat the blades making it easier to pierce or sometime outright melt armor. Electricity rounds will electrify the blade making contact deadly. The blades on both knives retract, in this form Sapphire can clip the hilts onto her combat boots. In this manner she can use the rockets as a propulsion system. Semblance: Selective Sight Sapphire has the ability to vanish into the background. It is not invisibility exactly; a better way to describe it would be that she is able to slip from the notice of others. Not invisible just unnoticed. It is most effective in darker settings and will not work if someone is expecting to see her. For instance if she is having a conversation with someone she can't simply disappear but if she is being chased and she gets out of eyesight of her pursuers she could slip from their perception leaving them rather confused. It is not always a conscious effort on her part and sometimes may simply happen when she is nervous or stressed out. The illusion only works as long as she stays inconspicuous. So if she starts to speak or does something that draws attention the illusion would be shattered. Because of this, it often gives people the impression that she appears from nowhere when she joins in a conversation. With concentration and effort Sapphire is able to use a burst of aura to apply this ability to others close by. When this ability is in use Sapphire's perception of the world becomes slightly unfocused as if she is viewing the world through a lens. It is not so bad that she can't run but important details may slip past her notice. Personality: Sapphire is the daughter of a famous hunter named Janus Rode who has trained her since she was very young. People often question her about her family but it is not something she likes to talk about much. She had an older brother who ran away from home some ten years previously. Her mother died in childbirth. She also has two sisters, one older, one younger but neither of them received the training necessary to enter Beacon. Sapphire is very closed off, she doesn't talk about herself and if asked will deflect the questions without giving any real answers. Sapphire often feels very isolated and alone but she is scared to relate to people, to make friends, to let someone into her heart. She is scared that if she does they may not like what they see. This fear she covers with snide remarks and sarcastic comments giving the impression that she doesn't care what people think about her. Despite her cold demeanor she does truly want to help people, she's loyal to those who are loyal to her and she is compassionate though she doesn't often let people see it. Color: Somber Midnight Blue Emblem: Appearance: Has electric blue hair which is not quite apparent in the photo. She's average height at about 5'10". She is built light and agile and is very flexible which is a boon to her fighting style. She has a number of long white scars running over her hands which she uses white silk gloves to cover. She has similar though less noticeable scars on her back. Theme:</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond chose to disregard Sapphire before, but now she felt the need to clarify. She didn't like to be called a sore loser, whatever the form of delivery. "Lady, I never said mine is not cheating. As I said, if it was a real scenario, it would have probably ended differently. What I mean I guess is why go set up all these rules and place to make the fight as equal as possible when that will never be the case." she shrugged, "If you want that, let just skill speak, and not some weird abilities mother nature gifted just some of us with." She took a pause, arguing wiht herself whether to share something on the other subject. Well, it would have probably come up sooner or later. If she comes clean with something now, she might be able to hide what of her past really needed to stay hidden better. "And foster care would have been great. No, I grew up on the street." she added in a bit silent tone, weighing her words carefully but coming off as sad.</s> <\|message\|>Ineko Irandi "Pity I never got to see either you or the foxy lady's fights. We may know each other's names, but we haven't been formally introduced." Ivan spoke, upon Ineko's arrival. "Ivan Oakley, best shot this side of Atlas." He introduced himself, extending his hand for introduction. Indigo was the one to take it, "Indigo Kafka, working to be the best fighter. Ever." Then it was Ineko's turn, grasping Ivan's hand with his own armored gauntlet and shaking it. "Ineko Irandi, you have met One of Six." Ineko replied, gesturing to the drone laying on the table. "Speaking of fights, why'd you throw yours? I mean, might as well try, right?" Indigo brought up, Ineko hearing disappointment. "I mean, I would have won if I had a little less aura, Ivan would have won if he wasn't 'holding back'. And Seibs won! Your whole team is pretty decent, at least. I'm sure you would've put up a great fight." He reasoned. "By the way, can you remind me to whoop that douche Rakim's ass?" Ineko stopped eating and took a drink of water. "Our enemy is in the form of creatures. I see no advantages in the critique of our technique against humans. If there are advantages, I'll be educated." Ineko answered, not looking at Indigo. He took a small bite of his sandwich, "As for this Rakim character, we're all together in this ordeal, are we not? No matter the reason, we all aspire the same outcome. This Rakim might be a warrior standing beside you in battle someday, it's better to have him as an ally, rather than an enemy, I think." Ineko spoke, now looking at Indigo. "But to each their own." He finally said, getting back to his lunch.</s> <\|message\|>Rayna Bryson Try as she might, she couldn't edge closer to Priscilla after the fight and even if she could, she was certain that the pink-haired girl would give her the cold shoulder after such a humiliating defeat. Some wounds are healed by time, she remembered her tutor elaborating when they were discussing the White Fang. And others never heal at all. Her eyes slid over towards some of her other class members, such as the fox-girl who Rakim was against. There was still bad-blood between humanity and Faunus and douchebags like Rakim really didn't help the cause of showing other species that humans had changed for the better. When they were leaving combat class, Rayna made sure to raise that one with them. "Rakim is a nice fighter but a poor hunter. Down-talking a lady like that is not only damn rude but if he ever wants to get anywhere in life, he'll realise that it's not the way to go. If he does it again, I'll have no choice but to go down there and beat him myself." Her voice was firm, this was her final point on the matter. Rayna could be a nice little mother to her team but as soon as one of them crossed the line, she would be there to give them a healthy serving of punishment. Maths was, well... difficult. She had always been taught tactics by her father directly and he heavily enforced that maths became a staple part of her tactical learning. Logic based decisions were key on a battlefield and she appreciated that, which was why she at least tried to get through most of the questions. Where she fell short, Victor was seemingly there to point out some information that would help her. The guy was a pretty damn good teacher, as it turned out. She didn't know why they didn't let him have the rest of the day off, considering what had happened to him, but his actions were appreciated. History was a much easier subject for her. That, of course, didn't mean it was easy. Unlike the others, Rayna was blessed with a privileged lifestyle but unfortunately, she wasn't exactly blessed with the cranium of a genius. Quite the opposite, in fact. Both of the subjects that weren't combat-related, she struggled in, which didn't help the feelings of confidence that she was on-par with these guys. Finally, however, the entire ordeal ended with the bell for lunch. "Go and sit down, Victor, you're injured and I'm pretty certain I owe it to you. You would have totally trounced that Greyson guy if you had your arm on properly, after all!" She babbled positively, guiding him over to a seat before turning on her heels and disappearing into the crowds of people. There is very little advantages to being small and lithe but slipping through crowds is one of them. Eventually, she ended up near the front of the line when an actual line was formed from the chaos. For lunch, she decided that the salad looked a much better option than the pasta-soup thing. She knew Victor probably wouldn't be a big fan of salad so she got some chicken sandwiches and fries for him. Once she had taken a side of apple slices and got milk cartons for the both of them, she paid up and brought Victor his food. When he went to pull out some money for it, she shook her head decisively. "No, trust me, I'm not exactly lacking in funds." Not true - she only had a small bit of money from home but she had been completely cut off from funding from her parents. Like it or not, but it appeared that if she wanted to support a decent lifestyle, she would have to find some sort of job on the guidelines. Living a life of an exile wasn't very pretty but she valued it - being rich and getting everything you ever wanted is a poor preparation for life. Looking up, she took note of the other students who were engaged in brisk conversation. "Guard my stuff, Victor, I have something to do." It seemed like something was on her mind as she turned and headed towards were Team Rampaged had set up camp. She hovered beside their table for a few seconds, stuck in a momentary lull on what exactly should be said to a girl that you just completely embarrassed in front of the whole school. "Hey, Priscilla. I know what I did was completely wrong and it was probably really embarrassing, what with all the guys in your team. However, if you're going to take anything from it then maybe I could offer you a tip? Sometimes, our weaknesses aren't in the forms of our fighting. Your weakness is that you worry about how others think of you. I took advantage of that and I destroyed your will to resist." For the first time today, Rayna was actually making a lot of sense. "My weakness is my honour." She confided with a curt nod before blushing a little - she probably looked like a twit, standing in front of her whole team offering her tips on tactics.</s>	<\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Cafeteria "Diamond right?" Sapphire asked her name before continuing to respond to her question. "The whole point of those sparring matches is that they weren't fair, there were no rules besides a basic time limit and some stuff to prevent anyone from getting really hurt. When the real fights come no one is going to care if there semblance is more battle worthy or fair then yours, they're going to try and kick you ass anyway they can and that was exactly what Glynda wanted to see in these sparring matches. If you aren't going to give it your all then Beacon isn't the place for you." Sapphire continued to ate listening to conversations that were starting all around them. Diamond's response to her question about foster care peaked her interest. Sapphire had known a number of street kids, not well given how untrustworthy they were but well enough to know that not many of them ever gave up anything freely or without gain for themselves and that included personal information. The answer that Diamond gave her seemed carefully chosen and mostly devoid of any real information, it was the kind of response that Sapphire usually gave when asked about her family. It meant that Diamond was hiding something a lot deeper but then again it wasn't really any of Sapphire's business. While finishing her mashed potatoes Sapphire decided not to comment. The next conversation Sapphire became interested in was the one a few boys were having a couple of seats away, mostly giving excuses for why they had lost there sparring matches. The thing that really caught Sapphire's attention however was when one of the boys questioned why they needed to learn how to fight humans when there enemy was the Grimm. Sapphire was almost incredulous. "Hey kid," she said tapping him on the shoulder. "Are you stupid or just plain simple?" She asked. It was impossible that he could actually think that the only thing they would ever fight in there life was the Grimm. "Of course we need to know how to fight humans. The Hunters aren't the only ones with semblance or the power of aura and not everyone uses that ability for good. What happens when we have to face off against a group like the White Fang or a criminal organization of aura users. If you don't know how to fight your fellow humans you won't last day." Sapphire went back to her lunch.</s>
<\|description\|>Sapphire Rode Age: Seventeen Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Shotgun/Polearm Sapphire is skilled in using two sawed off shotguns each about two and a half feet in length. From there the second form is as a sickle, it's like a scythe but more hand held. From the shot guns a bladed folds out on the side of the gun's muzzle. Part of the gun retracts so it can be easily wielded with one hand as melee weapon. In this form it is still capable of firing. For the third form the buts of the guns interlock and two pols extend from both of them creating a grip. The triggers from the shotguns realign themselves so both are easily accessible from the staff's grip. In this form Sapphire's weapon is about six feet long. The blades in this form have three positions, there standard position for cutting from unusual angles, straight out for stabbing and inverted so the blade is parallel to the shaft for side slashes. In all three forms the shotguns are still operable. However Sapphire prefers wielding her Anelaces, Morpheus and Phobetor. Nightmare Blades Sapphire's two daggers, Morpheus and Phobator, there names meaning Sleep and Nightmare respectively. Each disassembles itself into a two inch by two inch black metal boxes that clipped into leather bands that Sapphire is always wearing. The daggers are impact activated meaning they will transforming out of storage mode when any amount of serious impact force is applied to them. The assembled form will pop out with just enough force to get the handles into Sapphire's hands. Her favored method of drawing them is clapping her wrists together and having them shoot up into her hands. Morpheus and Phobetor are specially designed. Apart from there special method of deployment both knives have a dust powered rocket mechanism in the pommel allowing Sapphire to increase the speed of her strikes or alter her momentum. There is also a dust cartridge slot right bellow the cross guard that will have a variety of effects based on the type of dust used. Fire cartridges will super heat the blades making it easier to pierce or sometime outright melt armor. Electricity rounds will electrify the blade making contact deadly. The blades on both knives retract, in this form Sapphire can clip the hilts onto her combat boots. In this manner she can use the rockets as a propulsion system. Semblance: Selective Sight Sapphire has the ability to vanish into the background. It is not invisibility exactly; a better way to describe it would be that she is able to slip from the notice of others. Not invisible just unnoticed. It is most effective in darker settings and will not work if someone is expecting to see her. For instance if she is having a conversation with someone she can't simply disappear but if she is being chased and she gets out of eyesight of her pursuers she could slip from their perception leaving them rather confused. It is not always a conscious effort on her part and sometimes may simply happen when she is nervous or stressed out. The illusion only works as long as she stays inconspicuous. So if she starts to speak or does something that draws attention the illusion would be shattered. Because of this, it often gives people the impression that she appears from nowhere when she joins in a conversation. With concentration and effort Sapphire is able to use a burst of aura to apply this ability to others close by. When this ability is in use Sapphire's perception of the world becomes slightly unfocused as if she is viewing the world through a lens. It is not so bad that she can't run but important details may slip past her notice. Personality: Sapphire is the daughter of a famous hunter named Janus Rode who has trained her since she was very young. People often question her about her family but it is not something she likes to talk about much. She had an older brother who ran away from home some ten years previously. Her mother died in childbirth. She also has two sisters, one older, one younger but neither of them received the training necessary to enter Beacon. Sapphire is very closed off, she doesn't talk about herself and if asked will deflect the questions without giving any real answers. Sapphire often feels very isolated and alone but she is scared to relate to people, to make friends, to let someone into her heart. She is scared that if she does they may not like what they see. This fear she covers with snide remarks and sarcastic comments giving the impression that she doesn't care what people think about her. Despite her cold demeanor she does truly want to help people, she's loyal to those who are loyal to her and she is compassionate though she doesn't often let people see it. Color: Somber Midnight Blue Emblem: Appearance: Has electric blue hair which is not quite apparent in the photo. She's average height at about 5'10". She is built light and agile and is very flexible which is a boon to her fighting style. She has a number of long white scars running over her hands which she uses white silk gloves to cover. She has similar though less noticeable scars on her back. Theme:</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn "ComShops and Horn it is.", Skyra announced. Forcefully she grabbed Ebon and jokingly pulled him behind her for a second or two before releasing him again. "I'd prefer, if we two can do this job quickly and smoothly, so don't keep me waiting." A few yards into the street where Skyra and Ebon were walking through towards the ComShops, Skyra's attitude changed from seemingly bored to death, to extremely attentive and quite a bit less secure than before. Although she was the one in front, after passing the first electronics shop, she dropped back close to Ebon. "Don't laugh, if I tell you, I have a bad feeling right now. Something's wrong and I have no idea what it could be, just... keep your eyes open.", she whispered.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Shiro's reactions amused the faunus to no end. Aside from the drip of anxious perspiration and rather goofy expressions, Shiro's responses communicated themselves on another sensory level to his fellow faunus. The boy could smell his apprehension and wonder, and reveled in the attention gained by his friend and he. Chortling, he pushed himself to his feet. "Uh huh!" He pointed a pudgy finger at a screened glass door set in the Shelter's outer wall. Undoubtedly it had been the portal by which he and his reptilian companion had gained access to the outside, but its drab coloring rendered it very much like the wall to an unobservant eye. As the hunter-in-training continued to speak, the boy appraised him with a somber expression, patiently drinking in all that he had to say. Shiro's mention of being a former patient at the shelter earned him a bemused look, however, but the boy made no comment save for, "Uh, sure, I'll take you." The mention of Porrige's brothers restored his eager-to-show-off mood. "Yeah they do! I haven't seen the oldest one in a while, but the middle one can grow stuff too! They're kinda pokey..." Contemplating that statement, the boy made his way to the screen door and fumbled at the latch. In a few moments he had it open enough to push open the inner glass door as well. He held the spring-loaded screen door open long enough for Porridge to dart inside. Seemingly forgetting Shiro, the boy slipped in as well, letting the screen swing closed. Inside was a small room with several cabinets and a small refrigerator, evidently where food for the non-animal denizens of the Shelter was stored. A flight of stairs led downward, which the kid and his iguana busied themselves with descending. They ignored a hard-to-notice security camera embedded in one of the room's upper vertices, the one closest to the outside door. Though unknown to any of the beings present, the security feed was not constantly monitored, rather collected and saved in a hard drive for later examination should an event occur. Another door led into the very room in which various scuffling noises masked the presence of Abel and Sapphire, though this too went unacknowledged by the bear faunus and his charge. Abel Fulgurate As he was wiping the remainder of dog saliva from his face, a noise from Abel's pocket announced that his scroll had received a message. A look at Sapphire confirmed that she'd received one too. The guardian perused Shiro's text, finding both validation and a threat of conspiracy. "Faunus," he wondered aloud as he looked at the images. "Pets with semblances. Hmm." "Right..." Though Abel knew it was time to move on, he couldn't help but feel obligated to do something about these pets' condition. He cast an eye about the sad, uncharacteristically sleepy faces, and his frown deepened. A few moments later, he had arrived at the same conclusion that his comrade had: sedation. "Hold up." After glancing around to confirm a lack of security cameras, Abel hefted the Ampere and swung it at the nearest cage. His forged blade sheared easily through the chicken-wire fences, but his self-control prevented any damage to the pens' occupants, effectively freeing the creatures from their confinement. Some of the animals jumped, some looked up, and some merely remained where they lay as their barriers were destroyed, one after another. Abel suspected how foolish his action might have seemed to Sapphire, but just as she appeared to lack any impetus to explain the rationale behind her horrid behavior, Abel did not deem it necessary to tell her why he had forcibly opened the pens. Perhaps the girl was smart enough to figure it out for herself: team SASG was officially tasked with raiding the place, meaning that they were free to exercise their own judgment in approaching the situations they encountered. Aside from giving the pets some breathing room once their and relieving some stress on Abel's part, a little chaos helped ensure that anyone they encountered would be occupied by the animals running around as well. His breathing unaltered by the momentary exercise, Abel barged through the doors and down the stairs. With no other readily usable downward route, trying to avoid security cameras served as a useless endeavor, so he opted instead to rush past them. While he didn't look back, he could hear soft footfalls in his wake, denouncing the presence of Sapphire following him closely. Abel couldn't decide if it was her intent or not to use his large frame as a human shield should they encounter opposition. He reached the bottom of the staircase with no hindrance either seen nor heard, and found himself in a large, pristine hallway. Though the walls gleamed a creamy tan color, the white tile and brilliant lighting gave off every impression of a medical facility. The guardian had just finished a preliminary search of his surroundings, determining them to share the same odd emptiness present in the rest of the facility so far, when a commotion to the right caused him to shrink back in surprise. Not knowing if the room across from the stairs could be entered, he turned to retreat back up the staircase and avoid detection. As he maneuvered past Sapphire, he muttered, "People coming. Should go invisible and follow them." A few moments later a pair of women marched into view. One of them, heavy-set and with red hair tied in a bun, wore a long, pale green coat, and her companion, a tall, tawny-haired, black bear faunus, wore an expensive-looking purple suit jacket, dark pants, and carried a clipboard. From her stiff bearing and obvious confidence, it could be inferred that she held some sort of administrative position. They said nothing at first, just walking with purpose, but as they moved away from the staircase the coated lady murmured, just barely in earshot, "Today's the day we make history then, hey? I can hardly believe it. "</s>	<\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - The Shelter Sapphire wanted to do something to help the animals she really did but at this point she didn't see the wisdom in letting them out. At least half of them were so heavily sedated that even if their cages were opened they'd more than likely continue to lie there. This reasoning was not shared by Abel however who after wiping a large amount of dog slobber from his face used the pointed end of his spear to shear the tops off most of the cages. With the ferocity of the swings Sapphire was shocked that he'd managed to avoid hitting any of the animals imprisoned here. It was needlessly excessive but Sapphire understood why Abel wanted these creatures free. Each one of them was wild and used to open spaces and freedom. Otherwise sedation wouldn't have been necessary, domestic pets while perhaps not happy about being kept in a cage wouldn't cause enough of a fuss to warrant sedatives. Besides should they run into something more than they could handle the animals could serve as a distraction what with the chaos the wakeful ones were making. Sapphire smiled slightly and unlocked a few of the cages allowing the animals that wanted to to run free. When Abel was finished his liberation mission he followed Sapphire's suggestion that they take a look at the lower levels. As they pushed through the doors to the stairwell a cold chill ran up Sapphire's spine. It wasn't anything specific just a very bad feeling that they were descending into something that did not welcome them. It was of course ridiculous, this was a Shelter for animals, whatever was in this place couldn't be more than they could handle and yet despite the fact that it was illogical Sapphire switched her semblance on just before they started down the stairs. It was a good thing too as the area was littered with security cameras. As long as she didn't alter the environment in any significant way even electronic surveillance would be unable to detect her. Sapphire's footfall was near silent, in fact unless someone was listening for her specifically they'd more than likely miss it altogether and that was without her semblance active. They encountered no resistance on the stairs or in the room below. This unsettled Sapphire far more than if the med lab had been full of Atlas Paladin Suits. The emptiness of the facility was far more threatening than any physical form could ever be. Sapphire was about to do a thorough search of the room when they heard sounds. Sapphire didn't shrink away from the room. With her semblance active there was no reason to avoid detection as long as she remained inconspicuous. Abel on the other hand was another story. He slipped past her into the shadows whispering that she should turn invisible and follow the two people that had entered the room. Sapphire smiled slightly, she'd never fully explained her semblance to her team. It seemed all of them were under the impression that her semblance was invisibility. Abel had advised her to use it without realizing that it was already on. He could only see her because he'd been there when she'd activated it and he was expecting her presence. Sapphire walked out into the room staying a good distance behind the man and woman that had marched into the room but within earshot so that nothing of there conversation would be missed. From the little that Sapphire had gleaned so far they were planning something. Making History was very rarely a good thing. The Faunus wars had made history, the great criminals had made history, and the Grimm had made history. Whatever this woman was referring to Sapphire couldn't help but feel that it was not as good a thing as those two seemed to think.</s>
<\|description\|>Sapphire Rode Age: Seventeen Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Shotgun/Polearm Sapphire is skilled in using two sawed off shotguns each about two and a half feet in length. From there the second form is as a sickle, it's like a scythe but more hand held. From the shot guns a bladed folds out on the side of the gun's muzzle. Part of the gun retracts so it can be easily wielded with one hand as melee weapon. In this form it is still capable of firing. For the third form the buts of the guns interlock and two pols extend from both of them creating a grip. The triggers from the shotguns realign themselves so both are easily accessible from the staff's grip. In this form Sapphire's weapon is about six feet long. The blades in this form have three positions, there standard position for cutting from unusual angles, straight out for stabbing and inverted so the blade is parallel to the shaft for side slashes. In all three forms the shotguns are still operable. However Sapphire prefers wielding her Anelaces, Morpheus and Phobetor. Nightmare Blades Sapphire's two daggers, Morpheus and Phobator, there names meaning Sleep and Nightmare respectively. Each disassembles itself into a two inch by two inch black metal boxes that clipped into leather bands that Sapphire is always wearing. The daggers are impact activated meaning they will transforming out of storage mode when any amount of serious impact force is applied to them. The assembled form will pop out with just enough force to get the handles into Sapphire's hands. Her favored method of drawing them is clapping her wrists together and having them shoot up into her hands. Morpheus and Phobetor are specially designed. Apart from there special method of deployment both knives have a dust powered rocket mechanism in the pommel allowing Sapphire to increase the speed of her strikes or alter her momentum. There is also a dust cartridge slot right bellow the cross guard that will have a variety of effects based on the type of dust used. Fire cartridges will super heat the blades making it easier to pierce or sometime outright melt armor. Electricity rounds will electrify the blade making contact deadly. The blades on both knives retract, in this form Sapphire can clip the hilts onto her combat boots. In this manner she can use the rockets as a propulsion system. Semblance: Selective Sight Sapphire has the ability to vanish into the background. It is not invisibility exactly; a better way to describe it would be that she is able to slip from the notice of others. Not invisible just unnoticed. It is most effective in darker settings and will not work if someone is expecting to see her. For instance if she is having a conversation with someone she can't simply disappear but if she is being chased and she gets out of eyesight of her pursuers she could slip from their perception leaving them rather confused. It is not always a conscious effort on her part and sometimes may simply happen when she is nervous or stressed out. The illusion only works as long as she stays inconspicuous. So if she starts to speak or does something that draws attention the illusion would be shattered. Because of this, it often gives people the impression that she appears from nowhere when she joins in a conversation. With concentration and effort Sapphire is able to use a burst of aura to apply this ability to others close by. When this ability is in use Sapphire's perception of the world becomes slightly unfocused as if she is viewing the world through a lens. It is not so bad that she can't run but important details may slip past her notice. Personality: Sapphire is the daughter of a famous hunter named Janus Rode who has trained her since she was very young. People often question her about her family but it is not something she likes to talk about much. She had an older brother who ran away from home some ten years previously. Her mother died in childbirth. She also has two sisters, one older, one younger but neither of them received the training necessary to enter Beacon. Sapphire is very closed off, she doesn't talk about herself and if asked will deflect the questions without giving any real answers. Sapphire often feels very isolated and alone but she is scared to relate to people, to make friends, to let someone into her heart. She is scared that if she does they may not like what they see. This fear she covers with snide remarks and sarcastic comments giving the impression that she doesn't care what people think about her. Despite her cold demeanor she does truly want to help people, she's loyal to those who are loyal to her and she is compassionate though she doesn't often let people see it. Color: Somber Midnight Blue Emblem: Appearance: Has electric blue hair which is not quite apparent in the photo. She's average height at about 5'10". She is built light and agile and is very flexible which is a boon to her fighting style. She has a number of long white scars running over her hands which she uses white silk gloves to cover. She has similar though less noticeable scars on her back. Theme:</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Ciel - Rabbit on the hunt? Ciel stood back as quickly slipped into another empty room it wouldn't really do good to get caught when they were trying to keep quiet and sneak into a room. She spied a flash which she assumed was Jack a little bit ahead so she knew that he spotted the room as well. With the room spotted and Mokuren gathering the guards to her it should be safe to sneak in she assumed. She gripped the strap of her bag hopefully she wouldn't have to use it much this time. Still with how tense situations are it was comforting to have the familiar weight in her hand. She secretly prayed that her other team mates was safe as she opened the door to the empty room she was a crack. Best to have it easy to open when she charged for the backroom when the coast was clear.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Marcus Goldstein - Convoy Escort It was almost the perfect situation for a 'too quiet' joke. Marcus mentally pulled up the map and marked the position of the blockade. The shutters over the turret cameras mimicked the frown on his face. While he could blow the obstacle up he preferred to keep the gun loaded for the ambush. On top of that aside from the quartz deposits the terrain was flat and mostly even. Not much worse than the sandy tracks they'd driven on for the past quarter of an hour. "Affirmative lead. Proceed off-road and go around the obstacle, in as wide an arc as you can manage." he replied tersely. Something was up with the rock, he knew that much. It was the weird antholes in it that really grabbed his attention. Combined with the audio recording he suspected some weird form of mutant wasp was responsible for it all. For his own peace of mind if nothing else, he kept the gun trained on the rock formation at all times. "Do those holes ring bells with anyone?" he asked.</s>	<\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - The Shelter As Sapphire followed the Shelter people in stealth mode she lost track of Abel somewhere along the way. He could take care of himself. In the meantime Sapphire had some information to gather. Seconds later she received several texts in rapid succession. The first was from Shiro. It noted that the bear faunus was helping and that he was destroying security cameras as he found them. Sapphire texted back rapidly. Moments after this message was sent Sapphire received another, Gren confirming what Shiro had reported and though it didn't state it explicitly also hinting that he'd stopped Shiro was axing all the cameras her found. Good, at least Gren was able to keep the tiger on a least. A couple minutes after that Gren sent another message reporting that he'd disabled most of the cameras but some ran where running on a separate feed that he was unable to access. That was one problem solved. While Sapphire had been reviewing reports the two people she'd been following had almost gotten out of sight. She rushed to catch up with them making sure to avoid any loud noises that would render her semblance void. The two people split up at a door marked operating room and while Sapphire would have liked to find out where the administrator was going, seeing the true purpose of this 'Shelter' was more important. That purpose would become clear in this operating room. Inside what Sapphire saw was ghastly. Including the new arrival three doctors were bustling around the lab, they seemed to be in the middle of some sort of experiment based around a coyote faunus girl. The girl looked nervous and even after receiving encouragement from the doctors continued to fidget slightly. The girl glanced in Sapphire's direction and though she was sure that the coyote couldn't see her Sapphire was startled at the yellow and black of her eyes. The girl also had a word tattooed under her left eye. Sapphire couldn't quite make it out and didn't want to move in for a closer look in case she got in the path of one of the doctors and her spell shattered. Looking at the way this place was set up a horrible horrible thought occurred to Sapphire about what this place was truly for. Animals with developed and controllable semblances and unimaginably powerful auras, faunus here for some mysterious ailment, the doctors claim that they were going to make history. Could it be that...? No, no of course not. No one in a thousand years would attempt something so vile. Yet the thought stuck with her until Sapphire had to share it with the others. She had no direct proof but it seemed as though it would explain a lot of what was going on here. If she reported to the others they could ask some questions and find out fast if it was actually true. Her message complete Sapphire looked back at the operating table and drew her shot guns assembling them into her polearm. She was ready to intervene should this experiment show any signs of hurting the faunus girl.</s>
<\|description\|>Sapphire Rode Age: Seventeen Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Shotgun/Polearm Sapphire is skilled in using two sawed off shotguns each about two and a half feet in length. From there the second form is as a sickle, it's like a scythe but more hand held. From the shot guns a bladed folds out on the side of the gun's muzzle. Part of the gun retracts so it can be easily wielded with one hand as melee weapon. In this form it is still capable of firing. For the third form the buts of the guns interlock and two pols extend from both of them creating a grip. The triggers from the shotguns realign themselves so both are easily accessible from the staff's grip. In this form Sapphire's weapon is about six feet long. The blades in this form have three positions, there standard position for cutting from unusual angles, straight out for stabbing and inverted so the blade is parallel to the shaft for side slashes. In all three forms the shotguns are still operable. However Sapphire prefers wielding her Anelaces, Morpheus and Phobetor. Nightmare Blades Sapphire's two daggers, Morpheus and Phobator, there names meaning Sleep and Nightmare respectively. Each disassembles itself into a two inch by two inch black metal boxes that clipped into leather bands that Sapphire is always wearing. The daggers are impact activated meaning they will transforming out of storage mode when any amount of serious impact force is applied to them. The assembled form will pop out with just enough force to get the handles into Sapphire's hands. Her favored method of drawing them is clapping her wrists together and having them shoot up into her hands. Morpheus and Phobetor are specially designed. Apart from there special method of deployment both knives have a dust powered rocket mechanism in the pommel allowing Sapphire to increase the speed of her strikes or alter her momentum. There is also a dust cartridge slot right bellow the cross guard that will have a variety of effects based on the type of dust used. Fire cartridges will super heat the blades making it easier to pierce or sometime outright melt armor. Electricity rounds will electrify the blade making contact deadly. The blades on both knives retract, in this form Sapphire can clip the hilts onto her combat boots. In this manner she can use the rockets as a propulsion system. Semblance: Selective Sight Sapphire has the ability to vanish into the background. It is not invisibility exactly; a better way to describe it would be that she is able to slip from the notice of others. Not invisible just unnoticed. It is most effective in darker settings and will not work if someone is expecting to see her. For instance if she is having a conversation with someone she can't simply disappear but if she is being chased and she gets out of eyesight of her pursuers she could slip from their perception leaving them rather confused. It is not always a conscious effort on her part and sometimes may simply happen when she is nervous or stressed out. The illusion only works as long as she stays inconspicuous. So if she starts to speak or does something that draws attention the illusion would be shattered. Because of this, it often gives people the impression that she appears from nowhere when she joins in a conversation. With concentration and effort Sapphire is able to use a burst of aura to apply this ability to others close by. When this ability is in use Sapphire's perception of the world becomes slightly unfocused as if she is viewing the world through a lens. It is not so bad that she can't run but important details may slip past her notice. Personality: Sapphire is the daughter of a famous hunter named Janus Rode who has trained her since she was very young. People often question her about her family but it is not something she likes to talk about much. She had an older brother who ran away from home some ten years previously. Her mother died in childbirth. She also has two sisters, one older, one younger but neither of them received the training necessary to enter Beacon. Sapphire is very closed off, she doesn't talk about herself and if asked will deflect the questions without giving any real answers. Sapphire often feels very isolated and alone but she is scared to relate to people, to make friends, to let someone into her heart. She is scared that if she does they may not like what they see. This fear she covers with snide remarks and sarcastic comments giving the impression that she doesn't care what people think about her. Despite her cold demeanor she does truly want to help people, she's loyal to those who are loyal to her and she is compassionate though she doesn't often let people see it. Color: Somber Midnight Blue Emblem: Appearance: Has electric blue hair which is not quite apparent in the photo. She's average height at about 5'10". She is built light and agile and is very flexible which is a boon to her fighting style. She has a number of long white scars running over her hands which she uses white silk gloves to cover. She has similar though less noticeable scars on her back. Theme:</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Ears drooping, Shiro sighed. Smiling, he scratched the back of his head. "Ah, well I guess we went about this all wrong. I promise that after all this is done, I'll hear your story." His smile vanished as he barked a familiar phrase to Gren. "Gren! Eyes on me!" Forcibly exhaling all of his breath out to empty his lungs as much as possible, he then sharply inhaled to fill his chest to capacity with air. With a sudden thunderous roar, the air exploded with the sound of Shiro's activated Semblance, his face flushing red and veins visibly throbbing as he sustained his roar for as long and as loud as he could. [King's Voice] Shiro felt the familiar electric tingle of his Faunus senses sharpening, as would Gren. All other living things in sight or hearing of Shiro would be slammed with the opposite effect, having their senses dulled severely. Gripping his axe, he lifted it and hefted it onto his back, flipping over the two faunus that stood in front of them. "Gren! Incapacitate and restrain them, I'm gonna pursue the runner! Inform Sapphire and Abel of the situation, we'll link up with them once we've gotten these guys to safety!" Barreling out of the same door he saw the deer faunus escape through, but before leaving the room, he stopped. Turning in the doorway to shout back at 'Mauve', he said once again. "Mauve! I'm sorry we have to do this! I can't let you do this to yourself! This isn't something you can easily come back from! We'll take care of you and I'll listen to your story! All of your stories! I promise!" Finished, he shifted his axe back to their sword & shield mode, ripping his sword from the shield. Practically tearing up the ground, he chased after 'Coral' the deer faunus and quickly gained on her. Once within range, Shiro leapt into the air and squeezed the trigger hidden in the hilt of his sword. With a loud bang! he fired off a Dust Shotshell and propelled himself through the air. Raising his shield arm, he aimed to bring the face of the shield down on her to quickly knock her out and stun her.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid Gren would have sighed, but he supposed intimidation wasn't really going to be something that would work. These faunas have lived most of their lives intimidated by others, so being scared by him was their only, and perhaps last, act of defiance. Looking at Shiro when he told Gren to do so, the tiger faunas roared as loudly as he could. This made Gren sigh and tried to remind Shiro of something only by mouthing the words. "Subtly?" But what was done was done. Shiro ran off to get the fauna who ran for it, leaving Gren to handle the others. Easy. Using his Semblance he forced the friction of their feet to be immensely strong, preventing them from being able to left their legs and run. Only Shiro was spared this as Gren casually walked over to each of the Faunas, his armored helmet covering his face again. When Shiro was gone, he spoke his mind about the situation. "I won't argue that what you want is wrong. It's a valid desire... But consider this. If you could chose to be human, what stops others from saying that all faunas should be human? They would now have the means to make it so. You think the humans are bad enough, those who can't stand to live with us. But just imagine what would happen if they suddenly had a choice to be able to change us simply by bullying and threatening. It's a shame that you're so willing to fight for this cause, here and now. We could have used someone with your passion. But you're my enemy now." Putting the God Eater on his back, Gren went over to Mauve and Deneb. His hands shot and closed around each of their necks as he began to asphyxiate them. In his mind, he started to calculate how long he should hold each one of them to ensure that they would fall unconscious with minimal brain damage. Something he had a lot of practice doing. When those two stopped moving Gren dropped them, allowing his Semblance to keep them pinned to the ground. Than he moved onto the other faunas, who had to watch as he began to choke the consciousness out of each and every faunas. Some tried to fight, but no matter where they hit they wouldn't even cause Gren to tickle. When he came to the last faunas, Gren revealed something else about himself. "You may think I'm a monster. That is true. I chose to give up being a faunas too. I made the decision to try to change myself because I felt it was what I wanted... And I regret what I've lost. I'm not going to let you all make the same mistake." And like all the others, Gren choked out the last faunas, letting his body fall to the floor once he was properly unconscious. With a sad sigh, Gren than went about binding their limbs with whatever sort of cloth he could use as rope. It was a good thing his team members weren't here. He didn't want to show them this side of him. He liked to think he was still a nice guy who just sort of does bad things.</s>	<\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - The Shelter Several more doctors entered the room and Sapphire maneuvered around them easily not wanting to draw any attention just yet. Sapphire wanted to see how this would play out. She'd been hoping that they doctors might talk about the procedure or go over it with the patient and assure them the risk was slight. Unfortunately they merely applied a sedative gas. The red haired doctor opened a case full of operating tools. Sapphire's heart froze at the sight of them. Small sterile knives, there blades honed for the purpose of cutting flesh. Other instruments that looked more designed for torture than treatment. Sapphire took in two breaths and breathed out letting the air calm her beating heart. If everything she saw upset her she would never make it as a hunter. She had to learn to shove those feelings aside. At the sight of the needle however Sapphire lost it. Blood, gore, explosions, destruction and even death she could handle with a calm face as long as the situation demanded it but surgical equipment and needles pushed Sapphire's buttons in a very specific fearful area of her brain. Sapphire took two steps forward and grabbed the sides of two of the doctors head who were standing side by side. With all of her might Sapphire slammed there skulls together with a crash. They were unconscious instantly. "Take these two and get out now." Sapphire said and though she spoke in more of a whisper the doctors heard every word. The physicians dropped there equipment and dragged there colleagues from the room. Clearly they were far more used to science, biology and study than they were practical combat for they left without a struggle. Though it was more than likely there were going to get security. After they left Sapphire closed the doors and cracked open one of her shot gun shells that contained fire dust. She poured it over the opening in the door before slamming the two together. Immediately there was a massive blast of light as the fire dust fused the doors together ensure that they would not be interrupted. Sapphire was fairly knowledgeable when it came to medical remedies and chemicals. She wouldn't be performing open heart surgery anytime soon but she knew how to get someone on there feet. After searching the shelves of the room for a bit she found a vial that was the counter agent to the standard sedatives usually used on faunus. Very gently Sapphire injected the coyote girl's arm with the drug and waited for her to wake. When the girl opened her eyes Sapphire was visibly relieved. "Good you woke up. Can you tell me who you are and why you're here?"</s>
<\|description\|>Sapphire Rode Age: Seventeen Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Shotgun/Polearm Sapphire is skilled in using two sawed off shotguns each about two and a half feet in length. From there the second form is as a sickle, it's like a scythe but more hand held. From the shot guns a bladed folds out on the side of the gun's muzzle. Part of the gun retracts so it can be easily wielded with one hand as melee weapon. In this form it is still capable of firing. For the third form the buts of the guns interlock and two pols extend from both of them creating a grip. The triggers from the shotguns realign themselves so both are easily accessible from the staff's grip. In this form Sapphire's weapon is about six feet long. The blades in this form have three positions, there standard position for cutting from unusual angles, straight out for stabbing and inverted so the blade is parallel to the shaft for side slashes. In all three forms the shotguns are still operable. However Sapphire prefers wielding her Anelaces, Morpheus and Phobetor. Nightmare Blades Sapphire's two daggers, Morpheus and Phobator, there names meaning Sleep and Nightmare respectively. Each disassembles itself into a two inch by two inch black metal boxes that clipped into leather bands that Sapphire is always wearing. The daggers are impact activated meaning they will transforming out of storage mode when any amount of serious impact force is applied to them. The assembled form will pop out with just enough force to get the handles into Sapphire's hands. Her favored method of drawing them is clapping her wrists together and having them shoot up into her hands. Morpheus and Phobetor are specially designed. Apart from there special method of deployment both knives have a dust powered rocket mechanism in the pommel allowing Sapphire to increase the speed of her strikes or alter her momentum. There is also a dust cartridge slot right bellow the cross guard that will have a variety of effects based on the type of dust used. Fire cartridges will super heat the blades making it easier to pierce or sometime outright melt armor. Electricity rounds will electrify the blade making contact deadly. The blades on both knives retract, in this form Sapphire can clip the hilts onto her combat boots. In this manner she can use the rockets as a propulsion system. Semblance: Selective Sight Sapphire has the ability to vanish into the background. It is not invisibility exactly; a better way to describe it would be that she is able to slip from the notice of others. Not invisible just unnoticed. It is most effective in darker settings and will not work if someone is expecting to see her. For instance if she is having a conversation with someone she can't simply disappear but if she is being chased and she gets out of eyesight of her pursuers she could slip from their perception leaving them rather confused. It is not always a conscious effort on her part and sometimes may simply happen when she is nervous or stressed out. The illusion only works as long as she stays inconspicuous. So if she starts to speak or does something that draws attention the illusion would be shattered. Because of this, it often gives people the impression that she appears from nowhere when she joins in a conversation. With concentration and effort Sapphire is able to use a burst of aura to apply this ability to others close by. When this ability is in use Sapphire's perception of the world becomes slightly unfocused as if she is viewing the world through a lens. It is not so bad that she can't run but important details may slip past her notice. Personality: Sapphire is the daughter of a famous hunter named Janus Rode who has trained her since she was very young. People often question her about her family but it is not something she likes to talk about much. She had an older brother who ran away from home some ten years previously. Her mother died in childbirth. She also has two sisters, one older, one younger but neither of them received the training necessary to enter Beacon. Sapphire is very closed off, she doesn't talk about herself and if asked will deflect the questions without giving any real answers. Sapphire often feels very isolated and alone but she is scared to relate to people, to make friends, to let someone into her heart. She is scared that if she does they may not like what they see. This fear she covers with snide remarks and sarcastic comments giving the impression that she doesn't care what people think about her. Despite her cold demeanor she does truly want to help people, she's loyal to those who are loyal to her and she is compassionate though she doesn't often let people see it. Color: Somber Midnight Blue Emblem: Appearance: Has electric blue hair which is not quite apparent in the photo. She's average height at about 5'10". She is built light and agile and is very flexible which is a boon to her fighting style. She has a number of long white scars running over her hands which she uses white silk gloves to cover. She has similar though less noticeable scars on her back. Theme:</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Math class Oswald couldn't help but chuckle at Sapphire's response. "Yeah, they'd probably build monuments to your sacrifice." Grabbing at a pencil, Oswald grimaced and got ready for class to begin. He was dreading every second of the mathematics class. He'd already proven....less than adept at the subject. Ben's chastising went over his head, as he wondered what he would spend that evening doing. Without an evening class, he had a bit of free time on his hands, and he was wondering what it would be best spent on. Suddenly, he felt something his his head. Reaching up to grab it, Oswald perked an eyebrow when he saw that it was a paper airplane. Unfolding it and reading Diamond's note, he frowned before writing a response and launching it her way. For now, we have to deal with it. Hopefully he'll prove to be less....emotionally fragile than he seems. Fighting for your life tends to bring out a different side to some people.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Mathematics Finally, it seemed as she had made it to the questions that were slightly more challenging than previous ones. She had been finding it utterly droll engaging in such repetitive pen strokes and finding no fulfilment in them. Gratia ... enjoyed the struggle. It was obvious that she would arise triumphant, but she hated a lack of challenge. >If f(x) = (4x^4 - 12x^2)/3x then f'(x) equals ... And .... it was another simple question. Why did she even bother? f(x) =(4/3)x^3 - 4x f'(x) =4x^2 - 4 >>Find the stationary points of f(x) f'(x) =4x^2 - 4 =4(x^2 - 1) =4(x+1)(x-1) 0 =4(x+1)(x-1) ∴x=-1, x=1 f(-1) =(4(-1)^4 - 12(-1)^2)/3(-1) =(4 - 12)/-3 =-8/-3 =8/3 ∴(-1, 8/3) f(1) =(4(1)^4 - 12(1)^2)/3(1) =(4 - 12)/3 =-8/3 ∴(1, -8/3) It would likely be a wise decision for her to progress onwards to chain, quotient and product rules.</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Bing bong, bing bong, Combat was over. Mokuren smiled at Skyra, and then fled with great haste from the hall, the conversation deviating to a point she really would rather keep buried in a pitch ditch, and occasionally stab with a pitchfork of fire and Noble Man-Eater Bugs. Fleeing was a much better open, one she did with great gusto, not really paying attention to what class was next, until she had arrived, taken a seat, and opened a text book. She then read the first page, and got a few questions. Mokuren stared at the page for quite some time, and then casually drew Sarasagi and started hacking the book into paper-y chunks with the sharp end. "Die foul spawn of all that is evil!"</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Lauren Negasi Lauren had dropped out of the argument after Gratia's eye-poppingly hateful [and soon-to-be-viral, thanks to handy Scrollwork on the boxer's part] rant at her teammate had taken BASL and Luke by storm. Now she was sitting quietly between Ben and Amy, trying not to nod off as the chatter around her faded into a dull buzz. For all she knew, it was 4 in the morning, she was zoning so hard. Only a tap on the shoulder kept her from closing her eyes and resting her chin on her chest in peace. When she opened them, Ben had placed a couple sheets of paper and a pencil atop her desk. About to turn and insist defensively that she didn't need the prompting to jot down dumb formulas, she caught sight of Schwarz, who nodded understandingly at Shiro. That made much more sense. Tearing off a sheet of her own paper, she pushed the note taking supplies with the tips of her fingers down to Shiro with a grin.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz--Math Satisfied that the apparent pariah of a faunus was duly taken care of, he turned back to Jack, who in a very Jack-ish manner had plopped into the seat on the other side of him without his notice. This, unfortunately, diverted his attention away from Napoli, the fencer's comment falling on deaf ears as a victim of nothing more than circumstance. "Oh, hey. Not really, but I've heard some horror stories. Was more about everyone leaping down eachother's throats just now. Bad vibes, y'know?" Flipping his pencil idly around his thumb, he waited for class to start proper. "If anything, Math's probably the only thing I'm close to good at. Certainly better than fighting." he said, with a slightly embarrassed smile. "So I'm hoping this ends up being one of the few I can hold my own in." Not aiming for the top, by any means. That was begging to crash and burn into a disappointed heap. ...But I should at least do better than destroying my textbook. Try as he might, he still had real trouble getting Mokuren. The fox faunus was not only an enigma, at times she almost seemed to be actively trying to confuse those around her. Only time, he supposed, would tell him her secrets. "Hey, uh, Mokuren?" he called over to the fox faunus in a decidedly diplomatic tone "That's not evil Grimm Runes or anything. It's just a math textbook." It can't hurt you. Physically, anyway.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Kuze Math class was something she was ok with while not the best she did decent enough all things considered. Plus one thing that remains for certain was it would be a haven for her now after the combat class went the way it did. She was never one to hate someone but at times Professor Goodwich really came close a good strategist knows when they been beaten. For Oum's sake it was practically a given she would lose with her own style of fighting compared to Gratia's and her semblance. Shaking her thoughts she decided to focus back on her math something to distract her mind with rather than the obviously unbending even though wrong judgment of Goodwich. Letting her mind fall back and try to figure out the numbers she let out a quiet sigh and muttered under the breath "one of the best or not she obviously has no idea on how stupid it would be to continue a figt that one would lose anyway."</s>	<\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Math Class Sapphire smiled at Oswald's comment before Ben tried to get her attention with his middle finger. Nothing that he said really bothered her all that much. As he spoke she gave him a silent and scathing look before returning to her books. In fact that only thing that had really annoyed her about his rant was the fact that he'd called her 'Gemstone'. Saph she didn't exactly like but didn't mind, Saphy she could barely tolerate, Blue she could easily ignore but Gemstone? That was just insulting. Ignoring that and what Napoli said about sticking his fight out the the end, (there had barely been a fight, he'd just stood there and won cause of a misplaced swing and some bad aura levels, it hadn't lasted longer than two minutes) Sapphire pulled out a sheet of loose leaf paper and began to sketch. She'd had a rough idea for this over the weekend but flushing out exactly how it was supposed to work took time and a fair amount of loose sheets of paper. The device she was trying to create was meant to be worn on the hands and feet. When it was on it would emit a tripolymer that would form around any object no matter the shape. The central area of the polymer would then recede creating a vacuum between the device and the surface it was touching. The practical upshot of which was that it would allow anyone to stick to any surface at a seconds notice and detach again as needed. Because it was a vacuum that kept the device in place it could handle almost any weight. It was meant to aid Sapphire in her acrobatic maneuvers and give her more options in battle on any kind of terrain. Now that she thought about it the device might also be able to act as climbing gear. She'd look into it further when she got a prototype made. As Sapphire was going through this in her head Mokuren started to hack up her book. Sapphire wasn't exactly sure what was up with that girl. Not that they'd have much contact but from the little she'd seen of the fox faunus in classes it seemed that either she was mentally handicapped, had some form of brain damage, or just wanted everyone to think that she did. Every time Sapphire saw Mokuren do something strange she wasn't exactly sure which of the three it was. Surely someone with psychological damage wouldn't be admitted to Beacon. Maybe it had happened since she'd been accepted. Perhaps she'd gotten her head knocked around during the first mission last Friday. Who could say for sure. Sapphire looked up from her drawing and turned to face Mokuren. "You know you have to pay to replace those and textbooks cost like 7000 Lien."</s>
<\|description\|>Sapphire Rode Age: Seventeen Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Shotgun/Polearm Sapphire is skilled in using two sawed off shotguns each about two and a half feet in length. From there the second form is as a sickle, it's like a scythe but more hand held. From the shot guns a bladed folds out on the side of the gun's muzzle. Part of the gun retracts so it can be easily wielded with one hand as melee weapon. In this form it is still capable of firing. For the third form the buts of the guns interlock and two pols extend from both of them creating a grip. The triggers from the shotguns realign themselves so both are easily accessible from the staff's grip. In this form Sapphire's weapon is about six feet long. The blades in this form have three positions, there standard position for cutting from unusual angles, straight out for stabbing and inverted so the blade is parallel to the shaft for side slashes. In all three forms the shotguns are still operable. However Sapphire prefers wielding her Anelaces, Morpheus and Phobetor. Nightmare Blades Sapphire's two daggers, Morpheus and Phobator, there names meaning Sleep and Nightmare respectively. Each disassembles itself into a two inch by two inch black metal boxes that clipped into leather bands that Sapphire is always wearing. The daggers are impact activated meaning they will transforming out of storage mode when any amount of serious impact force is applied to them. The assembled form will pop out with just enough force to get the handles into Sapphire's hands. Her favored method of drawing them is clapping her wrists together and having them shoot up into her hands. Morpheus and Phobetor are specially designed. Apart from there special method of deployment both knives have a dust powered rocket mechanism in the pommel allowing Sapphire to increase the speed of her strikes or alter her momentum. There is also a dust cartridge slot right bellow the cross guard that will have a variety of effects based on the type of dust used. Fire cartridges will super heat the blades making it easier to pierce or sometime outright melt armor. Electricity rounds will electrify the blade making contact deadly. The blades on both knives retract, in this form Sapphire can clip the hilts onto her combat boots. In this manner she can use the rockets as a propulsion system. Semblance: Selective Sight Sapphire has the ability to vanish into the background. It is not invisibility exactly; a better way to describe it would be that she is able to slip from the notice of others. Not invisible just unnoticed. It is most effective in darker settings and will not work if someone is expecting to see her. For instance if she is having a conversation with someone she can't simply disappear but if she is being chased and she gets out of eyesight of her pursuers she could slip from their perception leaving them rather confused. It is not always a conscious effort on her part and sometimes may simply happen when she is nervous or stressed out. The illusion only works as long as she stays inconspicuous. So if she starts to speak or does something that draws attention the illusion would be shattered. Because of this, it often gives people the impression that she appears from nowhere when she joins in a conversation. With concentration and effort Sapphire is able to use a burst of aura to apply this ability to others close by. When this ability is in use Sapphire's perception of the world becomes slightly unfocused as if she is viewing the world through a lens. It is not so bad that she can't run but important details may slip past her notice. Personality: Sapphire is the daughter of a famous hunter named Janus Rode who has trained her since she was very young. People often question her about her family but it is not something she likes to talk about much. She had an older brother who ran away from home some ten years previously. Her mother died in childbirth. She also has two sisters, one older, one younger but neither of them received the training necessary to enter Beacon. Sapphire is very closed off, she doesn't talk about herself and if asked will deflect the questions without giving any real answers. Sapphire often feels very isolated and alone but she is scared to relate to people, to make friends, to let someone into her heart. She is scared that if she does they may not like what they see. This fear she covers with snide remarks and sarcastic comments giving the impression that she doesn't care what people think about her. Despite her cold demeanor she does truly want to help people, she's loyal to those who are loyal to her and she is compassionate though she doesn't often let people see it. Color: Somber Midnight Blue Emblem: Appearance: Has electric blue hair which is not quite apparent in the photo. She's average height at about 5'10". She is built light and agile and is very flexible which is a boon to her fighting style. She has a number of long white scars running over her hands which she uses white silk gloves to cover. She has similar though less noticeable scars on her back. Theme:</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Lauren Negasi Lauren laughed brightly. "Man, you guys and your fancy arsenals. Sangue has an entire claw machine for an arm, you have Unchained Fury, and I got waay-hay-hayyyyyy too familiar with Ben's tonfas this morning. All I came here with were the clothes on my back, a candy store in my suitcase, and a big freaking axe. I just signed up for the class to see if I could learn more about some of the bigger, badder weapons. How to handle them if I swipe one, how to acquit myself around one...and hey, don't know if I'll ever need an upgrade, but knowing how to fix you guys up in a pinch can't hurt, either." The dark-skinned girl found herself spacing out for a second, and let out a low, content sigh. "Ohhh, crap. I think the Ibuprofen just kicked in. Wake me up if I doze, will ya, babe?"</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Lunch > Armory Class Shiro had his usual smile on as he walked at a surprisingly normal pace to his next class. He was humming randomly, no particular tune in mind. Excited to spend another night on the town after classes with friends and future friends-to-be. Unfortunately, he had other things in mind. A prior planned arrangement, if you would. Opening up his Scroll, he added some personal reminder notes. First thing was first, he had to take care of his equipment before he could allow himself to have a little fun. His weapons had sustained a bit of damage to them in his spar with Luke. At the time, Shiro didn't detect any significant damage to the metal of Kladenets. But, he worried that upon closer inspection the geisteel/siderite alloy may have been gouged. If not, then all the better. At the very least, the protective coating on the blade was sheared off by Luke's unique drill weapons. The process to restore the coating would take some hours, half of which he could accomplish in Armory if the teacher had nothing else in mind. The other half would have to be done right after classes let out. Frowning, a little sad that his precious sword was nicked and marred, he absently shrugged. Ah, well. He'd have to get used to the upkeep of his battle rattle, especially once his team took on more missions. More future sparring matches and there was always the Vytal Festival. He couldn't realistically expect his gear to remain in pristine, sparkling condition. He would have to work hard to keep them that way, himself. Ears twitching, he couldn't remember if Gren had extended the invitation to everyone or just a select few. But, knowing him he probably would say "The more, the merrier!" which was all fine to Shiro. Shooting a text to Sepia, he decided to personally invite her. Smiling a little wider, Shiro locked his Scroll and pocketed it. Half-way to Armory Class, he ran through the processes of recoating his weapons. Quietly muttering to himself. "First, I'll have to disassemble Kladenets as I'll only need to recoat part of it. Secondly, soak the part in a degreasing solution for about 10-15 minutes. Third, I'll have to sandblast the old coating off... What PSI and grit was it again? Agh, I'll have to look that up. Shoot, what was the time length for gassing it out?" He sighed. "I guess when I get to the 'Gas Out' phase I'll have to save that for after classes let out.." Shiro continued to softly murmur to himself, strolling his merry way to Armory. Mind a clutter as he focused his energy and attention to remembering exactly how was it that he applied the protective coating to his weapons. It had been some time since he last did it. Not often that you have someone take a literal drill to your equipment.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane: Beginning Class Lunch was over already? Krysthane let out a sigh of disappointment as Abel left and everyone else scattered. They hadn't even gotten a chance to talk about anything. Grabbing her sandwich she quickly munched it down as she made her way to Armory. Krysthane stood in a corner and looked at her scroll, checking the class rooster. It looked like Ebon and Skyra had the class with her but Sepia had some other class. Looking around seeing none of her team mates here yet and deciding she didn't want to sit by herself she noticed someone vaguely familiar figure wearing dark colors and built like a football player she checked the roster again. As she thought Oswald Connoly, a team captain. Krysthane sat next to him somewhat loudly, hopefully drawing his attention and said cheerily, "Hey you're Oswald, leader of team CODE right? I'm Krysthane, leader of team KESS." Then she offered her hand for a shake. "I figure us team leaders should know each other in case we have to work together sometime, mind if I sit by you for today?"</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Lunch ==> Armory Sapphire packed up her things quickly and succinctly looking forward to her next class. Sapphire might not have been a terrible engineer but she did lack her mother's skill with numbers and calculations. As a polymath Melanie had almost been born to the work of an engineer. Sapphire could only aspire to be that good. The schematic she'd been working on all day was tucked into her school books. As far as she could tell the principles the device operated on was sound. But Sapphire's experience with actual forging was somewhat limited. Working from a tested and proved schematic wouldn't be difficult, it was simply a matter of following the instructions but if something went wrong with her invention Sapphire wasn't confident that she had the skills to determine the source of the problem and repair it. That was the reason she was taking armory class. Being able to adapt was the most important skill a hunter could have whether it be out in the field or simply working a piece of metal. Sapphire thought this through as she walked towards armory class. She resolved to go over her figures and proposed materials before attempting to create a prototype. It was safer to have all the theoretical safely in order before moving on to the practical. As she walked though the hall Sapphire spotted a white head of fur and the memories of the pills she'd found in Shiro's name came flooding back. She needed to talk to him about that. It could very well turn out to be nothing but if she was going to be on the same team as Shiro she needed to be sure of his competency. "Kuhaku!" Sapphire shouted over the crowd. She weaved through people to catch up to her teammate. When she'd gotten close she grabbed him by the arm and pushed him out the throng of people and into one of the unused classrooms in the hall. Sapphire flipped the lights on throwing the formerly darkened room into sharp relief. "Kuhaku, we need to talk. I'm going to guess you can imagine what this is able."</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Being Manhandled Shiro sighed, his ears drooping. He didn't want the process of doing maintenance eat up all of his time and prevent him from spending time with friends. One thing was certain, he would be running a little late afterwards. Come to think of it, did Gren specify a time? "Aww, man. The curing process alone would take-" His ears perked up, hearing a familiar voice call out to him. Whirling around, he blinked when he recognized the face of his team leader. But, why was she calling out his name? Tilting his head, he blinked again. Was he seeing things or.. "Sapphire? What-" She swiftly snaked her way through the other students on their way to class and managed to grab his arm in a particularly sensitive spot. Causing him to wince, sucking air in through his teeth. "Ow! Hey, what are you-!" Before he knew it, he was practically shoved backwards. Tripping over his own feet, he fell and rolled clumsily into a vacant room. Standing up as Sapphire closed the door and cut on the lights, he held a hand to his head. One eye shut in slight annoying pain. Irritated, he sharply questioned her. "Oi, what gives?" His aggravation with her died when he heard the serious tone in her voice. Whatever it was, apparently it was important and critical enough to risk being late to class. When she mentioned the need to talk, he already half knew what she wanted to talk about but he didn't want to let her know that. Ears slightly drooping, he rubbed the back of his head as his eyes flitted to and fro. Unable to maintain eye contact, he feigned blissful ignorance. "U-uh...No? I don't think I do know what this is about. Buut...can't it wait until after classes or something? We're going to be late and I hate being late, soo...Tootles!..." Nonchalantly walking past his leader, he reached for the door and was just about to open it.</s>	<\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Empty Classroom Sapphire rolled her eyes. Shiro truly was a terrible liar. What would happen if he ever needed to bluff an enemy. His eyes were darting about unable to look directly into hers, he looked nervous and he was breathing slightly faster than was normal. Then again she supposed that's what he had a team for. Herself, and Gren were fairly adept at deception, she figured Abel was too honorable even if it became necessary. As Shiro tried to stroll nonchalantly past her Sapphire pulled one of her daggers out of its scabbard and threw it at the door impaling the wood less than an inch from Shiro's ear. "Don't try to blow me off furball. I have some questions which I'm sure you are more than capable of guessing and I'll have the answers before I consent to go out into the field with you again. Not get back over here." Sapphire said her voice as sharp as glass. "I want to know about this." Sapphire said pulling out her scroll and queuing up the photo she'd taken of the prescription on the side of the pills bottle.</s>
<\|description\|>Sapphire Rode Age: Seventeen Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Shotgun/Polearm Sapphire is skilled in using two sawed off shotguns each about two and a half feet in length. From there the second form is as a sickle, it's like a scythe but more hand held. From the shot guns a bladed folds out on the side of the gun's muzzle. Part of the gun retracts so it can be easily wielded with one hand as melee weapon. In this form it is still capable of firing. For the third form the buts of the guns interlock and two pols extend from both of them creating a grip. The triggers from the shotguns realign themselves so both are easily accessible from the staff's grip. In this form Sapphire's weapon is about six feet long. The blades in this form have three positions, there standard position for cutting from unusual angles, straight out for stabbing and inverted so the blade is parallel to the shaft for side slashes. In all three forms the shotguns are still operable. However Sapphire prefers wielding her Anelaces, Morpheus and Phobetor. Nightmare Blades Sapphire's two daggers, Morpheus and Phobator, there names meaning Sleep and Nightmare respectively. Each disassembles itself into a two inch by two inch black metal boxes that clipped into leather bands that Sapphire is always wearing. The daggers are impact activated meaning they will transforming out of storage mode when any amount of serious impact force is applied to them. The assembled form will pop out with just enough force to get the handles into Sapphire's hands. Her favored method of drawing them is clapping her wrists together and having them shoot up into her hands. Morpheus and Phobetor are specially designed. Apart from there special method of deployment both knives have a dust powered rocket mechanism in the pommel allowing Sapphire to increase the speed of her strikes or alter her momentum. There is also a dust cartridge slot right bellow the cross guard that will have a variety of effects based on the type of dust used. Fire cartridges will super heat the blades making it easier to pierce or sometime outright melt armor. Electricity rounds will electrify the blade making contact deadly. The blades on both knives retract, in this form Sapphire can clip the hilts onto her combat boots. In this manner she can use the rockets as a propulsion system. Semblance: Selective Sight Sapphire has the ability to vanish into the background. It is not invisibility exactly; a better way to describe it would be that she is able to slip from the notice of others. Not invisible just unnoticed. It is most effective in darker settings and will not work if someone is expecting to see her. For instance if she is having a conversation with someone she can't simply disappear but if she is being chased and she gets out of eyesight of her pursuers she could slip from their perception leaving them rather confused. It is not always a conscious effort on her part and sometimes may simply happen when she is nervous or stressed out. The illusion only works as long as she stays inconspicuous. So if she starts to speak or does something that draws attention the illusion would be shattered. Because of this, it often gives people the impression that she appears from nowhere when she joins in a conversation. With concentration and effort Sapphire is able to use a burst of aura to apply this ability to others close by. When this ability is in use Sapphire's perception of the world becomes slightly unfocused as if she is viewing the world through a lens. It is not so bad that she can't run but important details may slip past her notice. Personality: Sapphire is the daughter of a famous hunter named Janus Rode who has trained her since she was very young. People often question her about her family but it is not something she likes to talk about much. She had an older brother who ran away from home some ten years previously. Her mother died in childbirth. She also has two sisters, one older, one younger but neither of them received the training necessary to enter Beacon. Sapphire is very closed off, she doesn't talk about herself and if asked will deflect the questions without giving any real answers. Sapphire often feels very isolated and alone but she is scared to relate to people, to make friends, to let someone into her heart. She is scared that if she does they may not like what they see. This fear she covers with snide remarks and sarcastic comments giving the impression that she doesn't care what people think about her. Despite her cold demeanor she does truly want to help people, she's loyal to those who are loyal to her and she is compassionate though she doesn't often let people see it. Color: Somber Midnight Blue Emblem: Appearance: Has electric blue hair which is not quite apparent in the photo. She's average height at about 5'10". She is built light and agile and is very flexible which is a boon to her fighting style. She has a number of long white scars running over her hands which she uses white silk gloves to cover. She has similar though less noticeable scars on her back. Theme:</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Trying to Help "I have Grimm Studies next. Wait, wha-" Robert was just able to get out before being suddenly grabbed by Shiro and rushed out of the room. Whatever it was he and Sapphire were talking about, it was obviously something they, or maybe it was just Shiro, didn't want him to know about. Robert's imagination began to get the better of him as he tried to think of the possibilities. Knowing those two's relationship with each other, he very much doubted they were secretly a couple. The dislike for each other seemed way too realistic and in no way appeared an act, not to mention that wouldn't explain the medication Sapphire was showing to him. So what else could it be? Maybe Shiro's been up to something dangerous... or illegal. Maybe Sapphire found out about it and... Nah, Shiro doesn't seem like the kind of person. Then Sapphire caught up to the two of them, made a few comments, and got her knife back. Robert was actually a bit more reassured now because if Ozpin knew about, as Sapphire stated, then it couldn't really be that bad. As Shiro and Robert reached the door of Grimm Studies thanks to the former's admirable sense of direction, the latter couldn't help but feel the need to tell Shiro something. "Thanks for getting me here, man... Umm, hey, I just want you to know something though... I consider you a good friend, something I've felt to be in a little short supply of. It feels like, whenever I meet someone that I like, something bad always- I'm getting off topic, sorry... What I'm trying to get at is, whatever you were talking about with Sapphire, I'm not going to ask or push for information. It's your business and if you want to keep it that way I understand. As your friend though, I would like to know so I can help. I'm here for ya'. Rain or shine, you say the word and I'll be right by your side ready to fight off whatever it is that's troubling you. Okay? See ya' in Practice, dude." Robert turned toward the door of Professor Port's class and entered the classroom as he gave a wave goodbye toward his buddy. RVGD's leader didn't expect Shiro to tell him the 'big secret', especially right there and then when class was starting soon and the tiger faunas was who knows how far away from his own class, so he would leave and let his words settle.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane: Shake It Off "Oh bloody..." Krysthane let the expletive trail off under her breath. Gawds it was like she wasn't even paying attention. She must've clicked the wrong name on the scroll, stupid super sensitive except when you needed them to be touch screens. Of course even without that she should've remembered the first letter of the team name was the team captain. Bloody. The classroom had filled up pretty quickly so now even if she wanted to leave to cover her embarrassment that weren't any more seats. She laughed a little at Oswald's comment, "Um, well I guess we still get to sit next to each other, I guess you could call me the team meat-shield as well so at least we have something in common." She said hoping that blushing she could feel in her cheeks would just go away. Though you would think it would be Ebon with that huge shield of his. When she turned to face forward Krysthane noticed that someone had snuck into the seat next to her, it looked like they were working on some sort of intensive math problem. Did she have a special assignment from math or something? Or was she working on something with her free time. Maybe should ask about it... nah that would probably just be annoying, the girl looked like she was focusing pretty hard.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Armory Gratia's bored gaze moved away from the front of the classroom, slowly turning before it finally fixed itself upon the student that had dared approach her. Her unblinking eyes watched him, their intensity lowering not a single inch as she studied the other's appearance. A Faunus. That was apparent. Some form of swine, if the features were any indication. Muscular and powerful as well; likely a physical combatant. Her eyes flicked down towards his hands for a second. The calluses supported her hypothesis. And there was a mask in his hands. Gas mask? No, breathing mask. From the manner in which the Faunus had approached her, and the presence of the mask, it was clear that her time was going to be wasted in some way. The Mistral native was not particularly busy, per se (especially when the teacher had yet to fucking arrive), but she much preferred being on her lonesome than deal with her inferiors. This interruption was a minor irritation, but an irritation nonetheless, and so she was rather non-inclined in responding to whatever shit the swine would spout. Probably wanted some help, and unless it was actually worth her while, it was likely to be utterly pointless. She continued watching him, her solemnity unbroken as her gaze continue to bore into the Faunus. The huntress could not care less about whatever the swine wanted from her. But for all that was her slight irritation, she wasn't going to push him away immediately. Chatsworth had yet to arrive, and while this was a time-waster, she still had some fucking time to kill. Her silence was all she would give as acknowledgment. But Gren would have to show that it was fucking worth it.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid From Gratia's resting bitch face, Gren could imagine that she wanted nothing to do with him. Fair enough he supposed, there were always others he could turn towards. He noticed Sapphire enter the class, which actually would be good for him. He wanted to speak to her in private. "If you happen to know how to make a hermetic seal, come find me." And just as quickly as he came, Gren left the girl to go find Sapphire. She sat between Emerald and Krysanthe, two girls who, if memory serves, had some infatuation with Shiro and Abel respectively. Or perhaps it was the other way around? Gren didn't really ask too many questions about the affections of his fellow teammates. "Well, that's one conversation we can bring up." Walking over to his team leader Gren called out to Sapphire. "Hey Sapphire, I got something I could use your help on... Wait..." Gren only got a cursory glace at Sapphire's current blue prints, but they appeared to be calculations about suction force and a rough schematic of a hand-held device. Perhaps a glove? Gren couldn't tell, but he did recognize some of the equations because he used similar one before he started using his Friction Semblance; while his relies mostly on his Semblance now, he's tried looking into mechanical alternatives for himself. The issue however was his weight: he's simply too heavy for conventional suction devices to work without using a lot of energy, and only under the best circumstances. But that was years ago, before he was able to fine tune his semblance. Since then he never really put much thought into it, but perhaps he could look into it for Sapphire. After she helps him of course. "Interesting. Anyways, do you have a moment? I could use some help with this mask."</s>	<\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Armory Class Sapphire had found a number of minor miscalculations. She'd rushed through the process in the initial design because she'd been excited by the idea and how it might influence her fighting style. The mistakes were minor but completely changed the end result. She was glad she'd started checking her work, she didn't want to be falling off walls thirty feet up. Her aura would protect her but that would still be some serious bruises. As she worked Sapphire became aware of Krysanthe looking over her drawing. More than likely attempting to figure out what it was. Sapphire was about to snap at the girl that it was impolite to stare when she heard her name from one row up. It was Gren, he trailed off looking at her schematic. If Gren was half as smart as he acted then he'd more than likely done some research into the forces that his semblance manipulated. The equations that Sapphire was using weren't all together that different from friction manipulation though a bit more refined. He must recognize what she was trying to do. Perhaps she could ask for his assistance. It never hurt to have a second opinion, it was always the simplest mistakes that you overlooked. But that could wait. Gren was asking her to take a look at something in his hand. It was a breathing apparatus. Her first thought was a gas mask but there was no filter. It was more likely designed to operate in environments where oxygen was contaminated or absent. Though Gren wouldn't be bringing it to her if there wasn't something defective or incomplete about it. "What's wrong with it?"</s>
<\|description\|>Sapphire Rode Age: Seventeen Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Shotgun/Polearm Sapphire is skilled in using two sawed off shotguns each about two and a half feet in length. From there the second form is as a sickle, it's like a scythe but more hand held. From the shot guns a bladed folds out on the side of the gun's muzzle. Part of the gun retracts so it can be easily wielded with one hand as melee weapon. In this form it is still capable of firing. For the third form the buts of the guns interlock and two pols extend from both of them creating a grip. The triggers from the shotguns realign themselves so both are easily accessible from the staff's grip. In this form Sapphire's weapon is about six feet long. The blades in this form have three positions, there standard position for cutting from unusual angles, straight out for stabbing and inverted so the blade is parallel to the shaft for side slashes. In all three forms the shotguns are still operable. However Sapphire prefers wielding her Anelaces, Morpheus and Phobetor. Nightmare Blades Sapphire's two daggers, Morpheus and Phobator, there names meaning Sleep and Nightmare respectively. Each disassembles itself into a two inch by two inch black metal boxes that clipped into leather bands that Sapphire is always wearing. The daggers are impact activated meaning they will transforming out of storage mode when any amount of serious impact force is applied to them. The assembled form will pop out with just enough force to get the handles into Sapphire's hands. Her favored method of drawing them is clapping her wrists together and having them shoot up into her hands. Morpheus and Phobetor are specially designed. Apart from there special method of deployment both knives have a dust powered rocket mechanism in the pommel allowing Sapphire to increase the speed of her strikes or alter her momentum. There is also a dust cartridge slot right bellow the cross guard that will have a variety of effects based on the type of dust used. Fire cartridges will super heat the blades making it easier to pierce or sometime outright melt armor. Electricity rounds will electrify the blade making contact deadly. The blades on both knives retract, in this form Sapphire can clip the hilts onto her combat boots. In this manner she can use the rockets as a propulsion system. Semblance: Selective Sight Sapphire has the ability to vanish into the background. It is not invisibility exactly; a better way to describe it would be that she is able to slip from the notice of others. Not invisible just unnoticed. It is most effective in darker settings and will not work if someone is expecting to see her. For instance if she is having a conversation with someone she can't simply disappear but if she is being chased and she gets out of eyesight of her pursuers she could slip from their perception leaving them rather confused. It is not always a conscious effort on her part and sometimes may simply happen when she is nervous or stressed out. The illusion only works as long as she stays inconspicuous. So if she starts to speak or does something that draws attention the illusion would be shattered. Because of this, it often gives people the impression that she appears from nowhere when she joins in a conversation. With concentration and effort Sapphire is able to use a burst of aura to apply this ability to others close by. When this ability is in use Sapphire's perception of the world becomes slightly unfocused as if she is viewing the world through a lens. It is not so bad that she can't run but important details may slip past her notice. Personality: Sapphire is the daughter of a famous hunter named Janus Rode who has trained her since she was very young. People often question her about her family but it is not something she likes to talk about much. She had an older brother who ran away from home some ten years previously. Her mother died in childbirth. She also has two sisters, one older, one younger but neither of them received the training necessary to enter Beacon. Sapphire is very closed off, she doesn't talk about herself and if asked will deflect the questions without giving any real answers. Sapphire often feels very isolated and alone but she is scared to relate to people, to make friends, to let someone into her heart. She is scared that if she does they may not like what they see. This fear she covers with snide remarks and sarcastic comments giving the impression that she doesn't care what people think about her. Despite her cold demeanor she does truly want to help people, she's loyal to those who are loyal to her and she is compassionate though she doesn't often let people see it. Color: Somber Midnight Blue Emblem: Appearance: Has electric blue hair which is not quite apparent in the photo. She's average height at about 5'10". She is built light and agile and is very flexible which is a boon to her fighting style. She has a number of long white scars running over her hands which she uses white silk gloves to cover. She has similar though less noticeable scars on her back. Theme:</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - BASL Dorm The day went on as the time for excitement faded temporarily. Sangue sat still on her bed, reading through a letter she received not too long ago. The Grimm Studies class eventually ended well enough for her to leave without injuries. Although she did help someone out, she came to a realization that she needed to think a bit more wisely before jumping straight into a risky situation. Perhaps listening to her comrades would get her on a very smooth road to improvement. "..." The red-haired woman carefully put the letter away as she lay on her bed, her eyes slightly shut. She ended up wearing a new sarashi because the one she had used earlier became very worn-out.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Benjamin Lloyd (BASL Dorm) Sangue read her letter, Lauren flipped her coin, and Amy was fighting her way through the daze of painkillers. The fourth bed in the room, unlike any of the others, was covered with a chaotic mass of blankets. The mass hadn't been there that morning. It had somehow grown up over the course of the day, coming into existence almost completely unnoticed when no one else had been in the room. A bottle of acetaminophen and a half-empty glass of water stood on the nightstand next to it, but otherwise, the region was completely still. BASL's captain had not been seen for an hour or two, either, but any connection that might have had to the aberrant blanket growth was unexplored. Until, of course, after Lauren's most recent coin flip effort the mass shifted. The entire mound seemed to scoot across the mattress towards the nightstand, slowly and painstakingly. A single appendage slipped its way out of the mound, reached into the nightstand drawer, and rummaged around. As soon as it had laid hand on what it wanted, apparently a small energy drink, it retreated back into the mound. All was, once again, still. Until a few minutes later when Benjamin Lloyd finally poked his head out from the cocoon and blinked slowly, surveying the room. Another blink, and the captain idly brushed a few stray groups of hair back into place. Another, and he set the empty can on his nightstand. He stared at each teammate in turn, then sat up, slowly casting off the remnants of his lair. "S'been a long day." The team captain yawned and stretched. "Whatever we do, and wherever we go, we should make sure there's food. Skipped dinner. Pharmacy might not be bad. Think Amy and I used half the painkillers in the room." "Anyone got any big ideas for the night?"</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorms "So am I free to go, or--" he cautiously began, before cutting off as the door opened behind him. This place was certainly getting crowded... Tilting his head back to look at the stranger, both eyes now uncovered by hair, he examined the arrival. It was yet another girl walking into the room, with brown hair, piercing green eyes, glasses (altogether gave off a pretty cute bookish vibe), and... Er, well... He squinted, hoping it to just be the odd angle his head was at messing with his perception, or something similar. No additional effect. Half-turning in the seat and righting his head once more, he found that the transition from position-to-position was ultimately unhelpful in making sense of what exactly he saw. Green. She's wearing... something green. All that aside, though, he still raised a hand in polite greeting, and favoring the woman with a small, friendly smile. Interrogate me "Uh, Hi there. I'm Luke, from JCML. Miss Mindaro's got me over to ask me a few questions. I take it you're the only member of Vignobility I haven't met yet?" Or was she also the subject of study, this time in regards to fashion statements as opposed to hairstyle? Instead of saying this or even allowing it to show upon his features, though, he kept quiet and respectful for the time being. No matter how weird things may have been upon first glance, he didn't even have a fraction of the story behind it. She could have lost a bet, or something, after all. That experiment theory couldn't be right, anyways, based solely upon the new arrival's demeanor. She wouldn't be acting quite so casual if that were the case. Right? He wasn't the only one who would be perturbed by the thought of the arctic young woman of VGNB conducting experiments in regards to things such as clothes or hair. He couldn't be.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid Another new arrival in the form of Ebon showed up at the gathering. Was he here for the party or other reasons? Gren wasn't certain. When asked for what was going on Gren gave him the short. "Shiro and some others are going to dive into the lake to find some daggers. Want to help?" Gren wasn't certain if Ebon was the type to care about such things. He seemed to be fairly aloof, almost like Sapphire. He just imagined a funny situation were the two were introduced, simply stating their name, glaring at one another, and then leaving. They'd later be found hanging out in aggressive silence. His fantasies aside Gren was debating to himself if he should help as well. Without his rebreather Gren had to admit he wouldn't be able to swim for long, and there was also the matter of the fact that he swims with the grace and speed of a scuttled ship. The best he could do really was perhaps help Shiro back up the cliff if he found the daggers, but who knows how long that would take. Gren still needed to host this party. Turning to Ebon Gren clapped his hands together and bowed his head towards the other hunter. "I'd hate to have to ask you this, but could you please help my friends out? I'm afraid that I can't swim, but I want to make sure they're okay! I'll understand if you don't want to take the risk yourselves, but I'll accept your help in whatever form you can provide it." Though not quite begging yet, Gren felt like the only way he could compensate Shiro for not actively helping himself is sending as many people as he can.</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox "You moron." Scornfully Ebon walked away with his scroll out. A few seconds later a rocket locker came crashing in and Ebon nonchalantly strapped the Kingdom to his arm. "You idiots and your stupid pride. I don't even need to read your minds to know that your egos are the only problems here." The Kingdom opened up and one Midnight Eye and one Claw R-Type flew out. Together they went over the cliff and down into the water. Ebon just stood on the edge focusing his concentration on his two little ships. If he was closer he could send out even more, but if he had to search the entire lake then two was all he could manage. The Midnight Eye would help him spot the daggers or other dangers while it was the Claw's job to actually get the daggers if he finds them. Ebon quickly noted the other swimmers but ignored them. He wasn't close enough to use his telepathy on them as he was having a hard enough time trying to maintain the link between his R-types. "Aren't you suppose to be at a party? Or is everyone a no show?"</s>	<\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Dorms ===> Airdocks Sapphire gave a knowing smile to Abel. "Yeah... my power..." She rather liked the effect it had on other people. She normally didn't explain the intricacies of it's workings to anyone but the knowledge that she could be anywhere and they might not be able to notice her usually unnerved most people. It wasn't exactly the ability to shoot lighting out of the sky but for a girl like Sapphire who preferred keeping to the shadows it was the perfect disguise. It was also rather interesting to see the pretenses that people dropped within themselves when they thought they were alone. Sometimes that was the only time you got a glimpse of the real person. Though what Abel said about Shiro struck a cord with Sapphire. There was one thing that Sapphire could think of that Shiro had lost over the edges of the Beacon cliffs that he could possibly be going through the effort to retrieve. However after her outburst on the airship and her generally rough treatment of him Sapphire didn't see how Shiro could care about her mother's prized work. Besides, the chances of retrieving them in a lake that size which was also no doubt infested with Grimm was ludicrously small. Discounting the possibility that Shiro would be that foolish Sapphire decided that it was time to go. Gren had voiced intentions to throw some sort of night on the town for his friends and anyone else that wished to join. While he hadn't exactly specifically referred to her Sapphire thought she could assume that she was invited. Otherwise she'd simply return to Beacon. Besides a night out on the town might be fun. There was usually something to beat up in the dark nights of Vale. Deciding to done something more casual Sapphire dressed in ripped black jeans with a studded belt, a black tank top that hugged her figure, and black converse hightops. She tied the scabbards of the school daggers onto her forearms and hitched the holsters for her disassembled polearm to her lower back as always not really caring that Abel was in the same room. She went into the bathroom and applied a bit of eyeliner. Just enough to give her that "don't mess with me look" before she left the dorms. Sapphire didn't know exactly where Gren would be but since the party was to take place in Vale she could assume that he would appear at the airdocks sooner or later. She wasn't disappointed either. Gren was waiting a little off the airdocks along with someone who Sapphire thought was named Ebon. She'd never been formally introduced. Sapphire strode up to Gren. "How many people did you expect to show up to this?" she asked wondering how long they might be waiting.</s>
<\|description\|>Sapphire Rode Age: Seventeen Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Shotgun/Polearm Sapphire is skilled in using two sawed off shotguns each about two and a half feet in length. From there the second form is as a sickle, it's like a scythe but more hand held. From the shot guns a bladed folds out on the side of the gun's muzzle. Part of the gun retracts so it can be easily wielded with one hand as melee weapon. In this form it is still capable of firing. For the third form the buts of the guns interlock and two pols extend from both of them creating a grip. The triggers from the shotguns realign themselves so both are easily accessible from the staff's grip. In this form Sapphire's weapon is about six feet long. The blades in this form have three positions, there standard position for cutting from unusual angles, straight out for stabbing and inverted so the blade is parallel to the shaft for side slashes. In all three forms the shotguns are still operable. However Sapphire prefers wielding her Anelaces, Morpheus and Phobetor. Nightmare Blades Sapphire's two daggers, Morpheus and Phobator, there names meaning Sleep and Nightmare respectively. Each disassembles itself into a two inch by two inch black metal boxes that clipped into leather bands that Sapphire is always wearing. The daggers are impact activated meaning they will transforming out of storage mode when any amount of serious impact force is applied to them. The assembled form will pop out with just enough force to get the handles into Sapphire's hands. Her favored method of drawing them is clapping her wrists together and having them shoot up into her hands. Morpheus and Phobetor are specially designed. Apart from there special method of deployment both knives have a dust powered rocket mechanism in the pommel allowing Sapphire to increase the speed of her strikes or alter her momentum. There is also a dust cartridge slot right bellow the cross guard that will have a variety of effects based on the type of dust used. Fire cartridges will super heat the blades making it easier to pierce or sometime outright melt armor. Electricity rounds will electrify the blade making contact deadly. The blades on both knives retract, in this form Sapphire can clip the hilts onto her combat boots. In this manner she can use the rockets as a propulsion system. Semblance: Selective Sight Sapphire has the ability to vanish into the background. It is not invisibility exactly; a better way to describe it would be that she is able to slip from the notice of others. Not invisible just unnoticed. It is most effective in darker settings and will not work if someone is expecting to see her. For instance if she is having a conversation with someone she can't simply disappear but if she is being chased and she gets out of eyesight of her pursuers she could slip from their perception leaving them rather confused. It is not always a conscious effort on her part and sometimes may simply happen when she is nervous or stressed out. The illusion only works as long as she stays inconspicuous. So if she starts to speak or does something that draws attention the illusion would be shattered. Because of this, it often gives people the impression that she appears from nowhere when she joins in a conversation. With concentration and effort Sapphire is able to use a burst of aura to apply this ability to others close by. When this ability is in use Sapphire's perception of the world becomes slightly unfocused as if she is viewing the world through a lens. It is not so bad that she can't run but important details may slip past her notice. Personality: Sapphire is the daughter of a famous hunter named Janus Rode who has trained her since she was very young. People often question her about her family but it is not something she likes to talk about much. She had an older brother who ran away from home some ten years previously. Her mother died in childbirth. She also has two sisters, one older, one younger but neither of them received the training necessary to enter Beacon. Sapphire is very closed off, she doesn't talk about herself and if asked will deflect the questions without giving any real answers. Sapphire often feels very isolated and alone but she is scared to relate to people, to make friends, to let someone into her heart. She is scared that if she does they may not like what they see. This fear she covers with snide remarks and sarcastic comments giving the impression that she doesn't care what people think about her. Despite her cold demeanor she does truly want to help people, she's loyal to those who are loyal to her and she is compassionate though she doesn't often let people see it. Color: Somber Midnight Blue Emblem: Appearance: Has electric blue hair which is not quite apparent in the photo. She's average height at about 5'10". She is built light and agile and is very flexible which is a boon to her fighting style. She has a number of long white scars running over her hands which she uses white silk gloves to cover. She has similar though less noticeable scars on her back. Theme:</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Infirmary As they guy s spoke, Diamond stole the moment and called dibs on the spare burger as emerald seemed to be too preoccupied to make her choice before the thief starved to death. Diamond figured the kittne liked fish, so she would be fine with other sea food. If not, well, a lesson learned to pay attention to her surroundings, especially food bearing ones. Squeezing the sandwich and taking a bite, she let the odor and taste momentarily scramble her senses. As she ate she listened to what Cobalt and Oswald had to say, and found herself disappointed at the lack of fresh ideas. If only it was this easy to get them to see things her way on the actual mission. Perhaps she was being too harsh judging given they were still bedridden and likely a little shaken from the earlier events, but this was important! They had to figure this stuff out or next week it would be even worse. She wasn't entirely free of the two furry eared distractions in the room though, and while one of her ears picked up the important conversation, the other heard something about cookies, reminding ehr of what was left in her bag. Opening the box she filled the room with the smell of chocolate as she piled them up on a plate. Diamond decided to abandon her observation and escalate to an experiment. Picking one up her eyes flashed white ever so slightly as she flown the cookie out and parked it in between the faunus. One cookie. Two cats. Only one can end up hyperglycemic. she thought in a movie trialer voice. She was happy emerald found a distraction for her worries for a while though... and of course Cobalt the ignorant unfeeling iceheart had to call her out on it, earning himself a glare. "I believe Sapphire is the leader of swansong actually. Not that you would be able to get Tigerboy to focus for more than thirty seconds. And I don't want any weapon, I didn't use any since I was twelve. I'll do fine with the implant for now, I did switch my classes around and paid for some extra tutoring so it should be fine. I wouldn't be mad if we picked something easier to do for next week though, or for however long it takes for us to recover and get our act together." she shrugged. @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN @Abillioncats @PyroDash888</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn @floodtalon@Forsythe Skyra flinched a bit when she heard what had happened to Emerald and her team, but she nodded. "Yeah, some in my team also suffered injuries. And we lost a team member as well." She smiled weakly. "Don't worry about it, I think I am over it already now. Or about to be." When blue-hair-dude told her, they were currently in a team-meeting, Skyra turned to him, bowed slightly and apologized. "I am sorry, I did not notice. I'll leave right away... after having a cookie, of course." She grinned at the sole cookie offered to Emerald and her. Two cats, one cookie. Pretty unfair, no? At least Skyra thought so. After a couple dozen seconds of simply staring at said cookie, a devious smile appeared on her face and a slightly sinister giggle escaped her mouth. With a side-glance she eyed the plate full of delicious cookies on the other side of the room. In the blink of a moment, Skyra was gone from her place beside Emerald's bed and basically reappeared dangling from the celing above the cookie plate with a cookie in her mouth pierced by one of her fangs. She dropped back down hands first. Touching down with her hands first, she launched her body backwards until she landed back on her feet. Backflip complete, massive grin, with cookie in her mouth equipped!</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia @Kaithas@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN@Forsythe@floodtalon Emerald was about to say something cheeky in response to Cobalt when a cookie landed between her and Skyra. The gods have answered my prayers! Of course it was then she realized that there was only one cookie, and two of them. She nabbed that cookie faster than one could blink. She liked Skyra but Emerald clearly needed that cookie more! Luckily Skyra had done the smart thing and nabbed a cookie from Diamond's plate. Emerald just grinned as she ate her own cookie. Impressed with Skyra's apparent agility and speed, she clapped. Wait did Skyra say she was gonna leave!? That wouldn't do! "Skyra don't leave after you eat that cookie! If you do I'll probably bite Cobalt..." Emerald devoured the rest of her cookie, before looking at her teammates. "I can multitask I swear! I was totally listening to whatever it was you were saying about team...stuff..."</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung A muscle twitched involuntarily at the corner of Geni's right eye, his mouth forming a rigid grimace. With arms folded tightly across his broad chest he tapped his foot furiously and all the while stared out of the clear window. This fitfully sunny morning would either see the dawn of his new life or snap his dreams in two. After two weeks of sulking and independent study in the form of weapon building, he found himself back at square one, re-restarting his life. After the altercation he sort of instigated on the first day of school, he missed most of the First Quarter, which meant that most of his grades had either dropped or stagnated, and it was most likely the later since he neglected to do any of the word that had been sent home. His Armory class grade was most likely his only real grade actually, if anything, everything else should have been excused. Like hail on a glass pane, the drumming of his fingers was as relentless as it was loud. Each click of the razor sharp knives on the counter he leaned on echoed the tumultuous thudding of his heart beat. Beacon grew larger and larger as his airship grew all the more closer, the hum of its engines his only companion on this Saturday morning. Despite the fact that his actual suspension ended on the following Monday, with permission from administration, he was given an early out to get reacquainted with his surroundings, half a day wasn't enough to do so the first time. With a mechanical whirling and a long 'beep'. Geni was given heed of the ships impending dock. Leaving his place on the dock, and large duffle bag in hand, he began pacing up and down as if determined to wear out a thin trail in the metal. His eyes were large and watery and as he paced he constantly punched one hand into the other. The butterflies in his stomach didn't come from his general 'return to school apprehension', but it was the fear of reintegration and judgement, that had him wondering. It was constantly on his mind, even if he wasn't required to meet or interact with any students today, the possibility of another outburst was always in back of his head. With a second extended 'beep', Geni let the reality of his situation truly sink in, despite his faults and violent past, he had been accepted into one of the most prestigious schools in the world and given a second chance at life, he wouldn't waste it on some idiots opinion. With a deep breath, Geni stepped off the airship and gazed at his school, once again sharing the air with the best Hunters in the world. This led Geni eyes to eventually land on a very recognizable figure, Sapphire. For the first time today, he displayed a genuine smile that showed of his sharp teeth. "Well look who we have here? Fancy meeting you again." Geni mused as he made his way over to her. of Seraphs</s>	<\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Airship Docks As Sapphire walked towards Beacon's airdocks ideas swirled through her head. Images of the various weapons she was currently carrying transforming into one another, adding dust characteristics and all manner of other upgrades. Being from huntsman parents paying for a new set of weapons wasn't exactly a difficult thing to do but she was determined to design and forge them herself. Sapphire's mother Melanie though a huntress by trade had always been passionate about engineering. Her semblance had been what she called Polymathematics, she saw the world as a series of equations, force, trajectory, angle, velocity, distance. While in combat it gave her a greater edge over her opponents but in the drafting room was where she really shined. In the years before her death she'd patented a number of more compact methods of technological folding and the servos and other mechanisms that made it possible. Sapphire had used her mother's work to further her skill in that field and was confident in her ability to create complex transforming weapons. As she arrived at the docks one of the airships was in the process of disembarking its passengers. Among them to Sapphire's surprise was a student she never thought she'd see again: Geni Hung. Admittedly it hadn't been that long since she's last seen Geni, about two weeks, not since the first day of school. She'd been under the impression that he'd been expelled after revealing he was a former member of the White Fang and instigating a fight with a student named Ivan who hadn't exactly taken that news well. She'd looked him up that day after classes but his teammates said he'd been removed from their group and all sign of him had disappeared off the schedule. Sapphire hadn't dug any deeper into the matter than that though, the conclusion to her seemed obvious. Yet here he was two weeks later returning to Beacon with sleek new weapons strapped to his back. He walked up and greeted her causing Sapphire to stop. "Geni Hung," she said, an amused expression on her face "long time no see. I'd thought you'd been expelled after the altercation with Ivan."</s>
<\|description\|>Sapphire Rode Age: Seventeen Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Shotgun/Polearm Sapphire is skilled in using two sawed off shotguns each about two and a half feet in length. From there the second form is as a sickle, it's like a scythe but more hand held. From the shot guns a bladed folds out on the side of the gun's muzzle. Part of the gun retracts so it can be easily wielded with one hand as melee weapon. In this form it is still capable of firing. For the third form the buts of the guns interlock and two pols extend from both of them creating a grip. The triggers from the shotguns realign themselves so both are easily accessible from the staff's grip. In this form Sapphire's weapon is about six feet long. The blades in this form have three positions, there standard position for cutting from unusual angles, straight out for stabbing and inverted so the blade is parallel to the shaft for side slashes. In all three forms the shotguns are still operable. However Sapphire prefers wielding her Anelaces, Morpheus and Phobetor. Nightmare Blades Sapphire's two daggers, Morpheus and Phobator, there names meaning Sleep and Nightmare respectively. Each disassembles itself into a two inch by two inch black metal boxes that clipped into leather bands that Sapphire is always wearing. The daggers are impact activated meaning they will transforming out of storage mode when any amount of serious impact force is applied to them. The assembled form will pop out with just enough force to get the handles into Sapphire's hands. Her favored method of drawing them is clapping her wrists together and having them shoot up into her hands. Morpheus and Phobetor are specially designed. Apart from there special method of deployment both knives have a dust powered rocket mechanism in the pommel allowing Sapphire to increase the speed of her strikes or alter her momentum. There is also a dust cartridge slot right bellow the cross guard that will have a variety of effects based on the type of dust used. Fire cartridges will super heat the blades making it easier to pierce or sometime outright melt armor. Electricity rounds will electrify the blade making contact deadly. The blades on both knives retract, in this form Sapphire can clip the hilts onto her combat boots. In this manner she can use the rockets as a propulsion system. Semblance: Selective Sight Sapphire has the ability to vanish into the background. It is not invisibility exactly; a better way to describe it would be that she is able to slip from the notice of others. Not invisible just unnoticed. It is most effective in darker settings and will not work if someone is expecting to see her. For instance if she is having a conversation with someone she can't simply disappear but if she is being chased and she gets out of eyesight of her pursuers she could slip from their perception leaving them rather confused. It is not always a conscious effort on her part and sometimes may simply happen when she is nervous or stressed out. The illusion only works as long as she stays inconspicuous. So if she starts to speak or does something that draws attention the illusion would be shattered. Because of this, it often gives people the impression that she appears from nowhere when she joins in a conversation. With concentration and effort Sapphire is able to use a burst of aura to apply this ability to others close by. When this ability is in use Sapphire's perception of the world becomes slightly unfocused as if she is viewing the world through a lens. It is not so bad that she can't run but important details may slip past her notice. Personality: Sapphire is the daughter of a famous hunter named Janus Rode who has trained her since she was very young. People often question her about her family but it is not something she likes to talk about much. She had an older brother who ran away from home some ten years previously. Her mother died in childbirth. She also has two sisters, one older, one younger but neither of them received the training necessary to enter Beacon. Sapphire is very closed off, she doesn't talk about herself and if asked will deflect the questions without giving any real answers. Sapphire often feels very isolated and alone but she is scared to relate to people, to make friends, to let someone into her heart. She is scared that if she does they may not like what they see. This fear she covers with snide remarks and sarcastic comments giving the impression that she doesn't care what people think about her. Despite her cold demeanor she does truly want to help people, she's loyal to those who are loyal to her and she is compassionate though she doesn't often let people see it. Color: Somber Midnight Blue Emblem: Appearance: Has electric blue hair which is not quite apparent in the photo. She's average height at about 5'10". She is built light and agile and is very flexible which is a boon to her fighting style. She has a number of long white scars running over her hands which she uses white silk gloves to cover. She has similar though less noticeable scars on her back. Theme:</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro @Sho Minazuki@HereComesTheSnow@Write Gratia Mindaro - Campus Grounds Is he legitimately retarded? The quiet buzzing of her Beacon-provided Scroll, however, distracted Gratia from voicing her thoughts to the brain-addled moron(s?) standing before her. Pulling out the device from a pocket, she dispassionately brought open the messaging application with a tap of a pale finger, flicking through to the newest message. As expected, it was from Nuit; nobody else would have made use of a group chat to contact her. Reading over the text, she decided that she would provide a response later. There was business she needed to address with the Faunus in person. Right now she needed to meet up with her parents. They must have arrived by now. "Galla, take this, she said, handing over a notebook and a pen to her younger sister. "Record any correlation between emotional state and hair motion." Galla, true to form, did not question the directive, merely nodding in the affirmative. With that, the elder Mindaro immediately handed a folded map (with annotations) to the more excitable-looking of Luke's sisters before walking off. As much as she wanted to make sense of his shitty hair (which appeared to, for a reason only the Lord could have fucking known, run in the family), finding her parents was a greater priority. They were likely following the directions given on the map she had sent, and if she knew them as well as she thought they did ... They were probably already heading towards the dorm. And being exposed to Vega Venetia. --- Mindaro Mondays "Then I hope you can continue to be a good leader for her," said Severa, beaming at Vega. "She doesn't have a strong tendency for making friends, so please stay by her side for us."</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Firing Range Talking to cats Gren watched with pride as the two girls proceeded to demolish the targets he set out for them. He was glad that his crafts has served them well, and part of him wished to take the both of them out to hunt some real Grimm. However doing so would take up some time and likely cause them to miss out on most of Parent's Day, which wouldn't be good for them. Gren knew his mother would certainly be cross if she missed out on her son at school. After Emerald took out her share of targets Gren was about to set up another round when her mother arrived. The cat faunas tossed her weapons towards Gren, who fortunately caught them and safely put them down. Emerald's mom was hot. No doubt about that. She still had that cat's cuteness, but aged up to milf levels. Made Gren kind shy yet at the same time also made him approach Emerald and her mother, bashfully introducing himself. "Ah, hello. Name's Gren Orchid. Sorry for getting your daughter distracted with explosions, I couldn't help but see her in action. Didn't mean to make her injuries any worse." Gren wasn't sure why he was apologizing considering that he wasn't even aware she had been hurt this entire time, but better to save face in front of Emerald's mother. He also took note that Diamond was here, and if he wasn't mistaken, she was Emerald's partner. To her Gren was much more casual. "Hey Diamond. What's shaking?" @Abillioncats@Pyrodash888</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Range If she wasn't so much on edge, Diamond might have found the interactions between Ivy and Emerald too cute to live. As it stood though, she was stuck somewhere between raging at Cobalt for not covering his tracks and his past getting up to him, raging against Oswald for just leaving her to do tell this to Emerald alone, being unhealthily jealous of Emerald right now just because she had a family, and being angry with herself for being such a lowly shit as to envy her happiness. She snickered at Emerald getting all flustered after being called by her pet name: "Hey, we already call you that, what's the harm?" She grinned. A second later, she could add Gren standing entirely too close and being far too familiar to her list of rage inducing things. "Ms. Frost." She shot him a deathly gaze, "What's shaking? I am. So much I need to hit something. Volunteers?" she smiled sickly at the boar faunus, before walking past brushing hardly against his shoulder and heading to take a stand at the range, intent on obliterating a couple of training dummies before she actually hit an innocent bystander. She would let Emerald have a moment with her mother before telling her the bad news.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Monday "I don't." Cian said with a glare at her brother for bringing something like that up. "So since I dont you need not worry oh fearless leader." She continued her voice laced with contrive for the out of taste jokes at her expense. "Still Jack do you have any plans right now?" She decided to ask it was only polite after all and if anything she was raised to be polite at all times. "Reason I ask I was planning on taking my Tristan to get something to eat and was wondering if you would like to join us." Minazuki</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Sinatra @Kaithas @NarayanK Ohhhh, this was a mistake. Removed from the situation, even by the briefest of moments, hindsight kicked in. The look from Lauren. The inscrutable smile from her mother. All in attendance knew what was going to be coming next, though it was impossible to tell how soon. Could be within a few minutes, could be hours, but it was coming. The retribution would be painful. Well. At least it can't be as bad as getting my neck snapped again. "Well, in that case, let's head that way." Bastille's leader pivoted and let go of Lauren's shoulder to start walking towards their dorm, keeping halfway turned towards the others until he was sure they were also moving and he wasn't just wandering off without them. "I'm curious to meet your Dad. I haven't heard too much about him."</s>	<\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode and Demetra Rode - Corridor Sapphire looked down when Oswald told Demetra that her older sister had been a good friend to him. Sapphire didn't feel altogether like she'd done anything particularly right since coming to Beacon. Sure it had only been two weeks and as far as academics were concerned she was in decent shape but the problems with her team in that short time felt like they were brewing into a storm that would hit sooner rather than later. Perhaps in comparison to that she had been decent to Oswald though. There night on the town had after all been relatively enjoyable. "Do you want to go after her?" Sapphire asked motioning to were Diamond had disappeared. "Seemed like the two of your were in the middle of something." She moved behind Oswald's wheelchair and began to push him in the general direction of the gymnasium. If he had somewhere specific he wanted to go she figured he'd tell her. If not it probably wouldn't hurt Oswald to be around other people. His last mission hadn't gone too well, he could do with something to take his mind off it. As they walked Demetra followed almost despondently beside Oswald's chair. She followed with as little movement as physically possible and he eyes seemed to wash over her surroundings without focusing on anything. Worried that Demetra might be overwhelmed with the number of feelings around her Sapphire tried to make that burden slightly easier. She centered herself in her mind and focused on letting everything fall away, letting her emotions even out and dissipate, leaving only cold thought behind. "Don't." Demetra said it so quietly Sapphire almost didn't hear. "Sorry?" "Don't do that for me. You've got enough going on without having to keep yourself disconnected. Besides," she said with a slight smile turning to look at Sapphire. "It's nice to know you worry about me." Sapphire smiled almost sweetly. "Always." "Oswald," Demetra said suddenly. Sapphire started a bit. Concentrated as she was on her little sister Sapphire had almost forgotten the other huntsman was there despite the fact that she was pushing his wheelchair. "Look ahead, not behind. You can't change what's been. Whatever you did or failed to do..." She trailed off "No one gains from living in the past. You can learn from your mistakes, let them drive you to do better but if you can't let them go, if you keep living in that place of loss all you will find is loss and you'll suffer for it." Sapphire closed her eyes waiting for Demetra to finish. She hated it when she spoke that way, like a much much older girl, someone who'd seen far too much and wanted to help others avoid her mistakes. Sapphire did her best to shut out what Demetra had said because whatever insights Demetra gained from people (especially ones like she was speaking of now) Sapphire felt as though she was intruding on a private moment. Still she couldn't help but wonder if Demetra was talking about Oswald's recent mission or something much deeper from his past.</s>
<\|description\|>Mokuren Sabella Age:21 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass. Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to. Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example. Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone. Color: Magnolia. Emblem: Uniquely, none. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly As Marcus headed over to the bed on the far left of the room, Oswald followed, falling back onto the bed next to his leader's and sighing blissfully. "Well, boss, I'm an easy enough guy to deal with, I think. A roof over my head is just about enough to keep me happy. Stay outta my bags, don't get us killed and treat people like people, and we'll get along famously." Stretching his arms out and wincing when his wrist didn't cooperate, he groaned. "Damned wrist. I'm lucky I'm right-handed. At least I can get along with that much." Looking over to the bathroom door, he screwed up his face. "Not sure I like the look that girl gave us when she went in. Almost like she half expected us to do it. Maybe even wanted it, a little, just so she could have an excuse to make trouble. Whatever, let her have her shower. I'll go last." Thinking back on a few of the camps he'd made in the past, Oswald wanted to laugh. This was living in the lap of luxury compared to home. He couldn't keep a smile off his face as he remembered a few of the people he'd left behind. He wondered whether he'd see any of them again.</s> <\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Aurellius kept fairly silent as his lamentations went over everyone's heads. He hadn't been antagonizing them or anything, hell, he didn't want to be a fancy little leader in the slightest. All that he had been trying to convey was his playful display of sarcasm. Not that they had noticed in the slightest. Hell, he would've even offered the girl a smoke since her stocks were down. Of course, he wasn't much of a smoker himself. They were a bit too lowly for him. People would have thought him a common thug if they saw him smoking a bland cigarette. The sighs were inaudible as the Aurellius followed his crew down the halls of Beacon Academy, finally coming across their room with a neat little surprise waiting for them. Miss Diamond with all the ironic glamour that entailed. Seriously, who names their child 'Diamond'? It infuriated him slightly as the others claimed their beds, leaving him stuck between Miss Diamond and the meat shield. He snorted slightly as Marcus complained about his injury, making a mock jerking gesture to Oswald on the other side of Marcus. "Not sure I like the look that girl gave us when she went in. Almost like she half expected us to do it. Maybe even wanted it, a little, just so she could have an excuse to make trouble. Whatever, let her have her shower. I'll go last," the man said, eliciting another snicker of amusement from Aurellius as he sat down on his own bed. "You know, I could always take one for the team and take up her offer. Gods know that you prudes wouldn't." He stood up, right hand over his heart as he sniffled. "For the Glory of Team Moderation, of course."</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson "Salads good. Healthy food is good," Robert replied to Priscilla. Not knowing what else to say, he took a few more bites of his food. He continued eating until he realized just how silent they had become. In order to keep an awkward silence from occurring, Robert racked his brain for new topics to move on to. "So, what do you think about Greyson and Daniel?" he asked. While thinking though he hadn't really been paying attention to what he was doing with his hands, which were continuously dunking his cookie in his milk carton. Eventually, the continuous dunking caused the cookie to crumble and drop into the milk carton, sending milk everywhere. "Um, oops? Sorry for any milk I got on you," he apologized.</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery Priscilla giggled, nodding her head. "Yup! I do love the healthy food, eventhough your food looks really good..." she said laughing again silently and stabbing her salad with a fork, taking a bunch of it with the fork and then she ate. "Mmm. This is good, you should taste it if you want?" Priscilla smiled at him and looked at her glass of water, opening the cap and taking a sip of it. Now this was a wonderful moment, eating with Robert but she was getting a bit full too. Yes full out of salad. "Greyson and Daniel? Mmm. I think they are both great members for our team. Greyson was the first one I saw, so I am so glad that he got to be in the team with us. He is nice and sweet, haha. Daniel is nice too but he can be a little umm.. you know. Especially how he spoke earlier on about the bed situtation..." she told him, while putting the cap back on the water bottle. She felt a bit of milk drop on her left hand but she wiped it away quickly looking up at Robert and laughing as she blushed from embarrassment. "Haha. That's okay, Robbie. No worries. But I do want some of that cookie!~" Priscilla winked at him, grabbing a napkin and cleaning out the milk that spurted everywhere in the table that they sat down. Even some milk that was on Robert's shirt, it was noticeable but she managed to clean it up with a napkin. "Alrighty. So, what do you think of them?"</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson "Thank you," Robert said as Priscilla cleaned up the milk. He was relieved that she hadn't gotten irritated by the milk splashing, even if only a little bit got on her. In fact, he was so relieved that he let out a light chuckle. When Priscilla said that she'd like some of the cookie, he handed her the half that hadn't fallen into the milk. Robert also tipped the milk a bit in her direction so that she could dunk her half as well if she wanted to. He would eat the half that had fallen in... after Priscilla had dunked to her satisfaction of course, he didn't want to stick his hand in there if she was going to use it. "Hmm? What do I think about them? Hmmmmmmm. Well, while I did run into Daniel before you and Greyson, I didn't really get to talk to him beyond sharing my name and him his before running into you guys. So, I knew him about as well as you or Greyson. So yeah, that bed comment took me by surprise. I hope he isn't normally like that. Anyway, Greyson. He seems like a pretty nice guy. I can't help but think there's something that he wants, but I don't know what. And yeah, that's about it," he said when Priscilla asked the same question back. Robert looked at the upper section of his peripheral vision, expecting to see the time and temperature function that appeared on the HUD of his visor. He had forgotten that he had taken his visor off right after the battle several hours ago. He was just so used to almost always having it on that he'd forgotten what it was like not to. Robert reached into his pocket with the goal of taking out his visor to put it on only to see what time it was when his hand brushed by another object in his pocket. He suddenly remembered the scrolls that the Beacon staff had passed out during initiation. That had a time function! He could just use that instead of having to put on his visor, something that Robert always felt made him feel detached from conversation. It wasn't that a big of a deal, but Robert couldn't help but feel a little excited about this new technology that he now officially owned. He looked at the time given by the scroll. "Hmm, we should probably get back to our room. I haven't heard anything about a curfew, but if there is one we're probably nearing it. Let's quickly grab something for Greyson and Daniel to eat and go."</s>	<\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren's mental durability was snapped at the hearing of her nickname 'moku-moku'. Her future meal was babbling, but by now she couldn't even understand what he was trying to say. "Isn't a nickname supposed to be shorter, or easier to say than the original name?" she muttered out loud, before looking to the other man. "You are crazy, and you speak out of your ass" She stated bluntly, before turning to walk off. "i'm going into town now, there are things I need to do" She told the group, turning and stiffly walking away. The craziness of this group was going to be the death of them. She wasn't sure she could handle then even when she wasn't fighting the urge to kill them.</s>
<\|description\|>Mokuren Sabella Age:21 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass. Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to. Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example. Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone. Color: Magnolia. Emblem: Uniquely, none. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson- Grimm studies Greyson was with Robert and Pricilla in the grimm studies class while it seemed their other teammate Daniel was in the armory class. Not completely surprising considering he didn't seem to take much care about different types of Grimm their are. Greyson wasn't exactly a bookworm about the subject either but that didn't mean Greyson didn't want to learn if one Grimm was able to shoot acid at him while one that looks identical to the one doesn't. Just one of the situations that Greyson wanted to be prepared for in the near future if it ever came up to it. So far however it seemed like their professor was a nice person even counting the fact that he is letting loose live Grimm at whatever student he picks to fight off against one. Greyson was strong but Greyson would just observe for today unless called upon, considering he saw the sitting bull get beaten down by one of their other classmates that Made Greyson smile a little as he thought back to Edgar the giant sitting bull they killed to form their team, such good memories Greyson thought to himself. Greyson also wanted to keep an eye on Pricilla and Robert hoping that he will still have a chance to have a date with Pricilla soon, after all Pricilla was his first partner and he still remembers that cute funny girl that laughed as she fought those beowolf with him that day. Greyson couldn't get her off his mind and it was Greyson's own shy nature with beautiful women that is causing him to loose his chance. His window is slowly closing and he doesn't know how to keep it open...</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - 4th Period, Armory Class His question ignored, his messages to Sapphire and Mokuren gone unanswered, the situation in the classroom degraded at a pace so rapid that it dizzied Shiro. One thing was clear, that Geni had been part of the White Fang prior to his enrollment and acceptance into Beacon. The very moment he heard whisperings of the White Fang, Shiro's head ached with an intense pain that caused him to lose focus of the events unfolding around him. Grimacing, Shiro eyes shut tight as his ears flattened themselves. His skull felt as though someone was drilling into it and prying it open with tools to see what was inside. A high pitched whine that only he himself could hear deafened him. Placing his hands on his head in a futile attempt to ease his splitting migraine, he gritted his teeth as he steeled himself for what was coming next. The voices. Always starting as little ideas and whispers, a few here and there, they grew in volume and number. Painfully opening an eye to try and keep track of what was going on, he immediately wished he hadn't. In every desk, in every possible space of the classroom all of its occupants had disappeared and were replaced by smoky black shadows. He quickly shut his eye closed and willed himself to make it through this attack. Breaking out in a slight cold sweat, his breathing became labored as memories forced their way through the clouded mess of his mind. "...Where did they find him?" "..The townspeople saw the fires." "...Was the only one there." "We found this.." "Doesn't that belong to..." "It looks like the White Fang's doing." "Tragic..." A younger Shiro only caught fragments of what the people around him were saying, fading in and out of consciousness. The voices were unrelenting, suggesting he take action. To add fuel to the fire, to do something extreme that he didn't want to do. "Rip out his throat" "With fangs" "Killed your" "Use your Power" "Silence them" A massive jumbled mess of different voices battered him and left him withered. He could only surmise that they came from the Shadows that surrounded him. Breathing slowly and steadily, he kept himself calm. As suddenly as the attack came, it went away. His face relaxing, sweat drying away, he slowly opened his eyes and only saw his fellow classmates. No Shadow Men to be seen, the voices and high pitch whine gone. Clearing his throat, Shiro sat silently at his seat. Not saying a single word or giving any indication as to what happened to him, he finished the notes he was recording on his Scroll, his countenance expressionless and blank. The book of his easily read emotions and thoughts closed, its pages blank. He would reserve his opinions and thoughts to himself for once, only wishing the continuation of class. As the professor quieted the class and left to track down Geni, the lion Faunus, Shiro looked at his weapons and decided he would busy himself until the professor returned and class proceeded as normal. Grabbing the hilt of his sheathed sword and pressing down on the emblazoned crest of the shield, he used the sword as an odd key of sorts. Sheathing and unsheathing the sword at varying lengths, a series of audible mechanical clicks and ticks were heard as the hidden internal mechanisms of his weapons turned and worked. With a slight pop and jump, the shield segmented itself revealing that it was not indeed one solid piece of metal. Carefully sliding his blade out of the shield with a metallic grinding noise, he grabbed the spine of the blade as he simultaneously twisted the hilt. Removing the spine, he pulled out its internals revealing that his sword was partially hollow within. As he twisted off the pommel, he disassembled the rest of the internals and began to turn each part over in his gloved hands. Carefully examining each item to check for abnormal stress, wear and tear. As he looked over his now disassembled sword and shield, he worked with an uncharacteristically unusual calm and serenity. As if nothing happened in the class. As if he didn't just suffer one of his periodical attacks. To anyone watching Shiro, he was simply conducting maintenance on his surprisingly swiss watch-like weapons. The sword and shield not simply so. Its true inner workings and functions, only Shiro knew how to piece together and understand. He was the only one alive that knew how his weapons were utilized. All in all, he seemed rather disinterested in the happenings of the classroom, even bored. The drama just wasn't his thing. One thing was certain, however. Inside, Shiro's heart burned furiously with anger and rage aimed towards Geni. He would later demand answers from the Lion Faunus, before passing his own form of judgement. He would have his information if he would be attending this class with the Lion-boy. But, he would reserve that for another day, now more interested in the dust residue build up on the internals of his gear.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Grimm Studies Though Sangue remained silent, she clapped for Ben in her mind. He did a great job in swiftly dealing with the Grimm; as expected of a leader. She absentmindedly nodded at Ben as she began to follow her teammates out. Sangue liked fresh air, though she still seemed a bit nervous, wondering if she would get picked to represent her team or not. Fortunately for her, it seemed that Professor Port planned on letting each teams' members shine on their own. She felt calmer. The woman turned to Trad, then at Ben, before attending the Grimm Studies class as silently as she had before. She was no longer taking notes due to the fact that the class was now moving. The red-haired warrior, after all, could not carry a notepad and a pencil. "..."</s> <\|message\|>Victor Glade ARMOURY Hearing Rayna talk about her past Victor felt that he had to share as well. "I hate how it feels when my arm is removed, it's like hanging by a thread over a shark tank, your one lifeline, and you have to let go. I always hesitate," glancing to the side at Rayna "prolonging it, as if by taking longer it won't have to happen. It is... scary. Then it is done, gone, as if I never even got a replacement in the first place. It feels empty, not even a phantom limb to remember it by." taking his arm from Rayna, Victor lays it out on the table in front of him and with a practiced hand he starts disassembling it. "Don't worry about all this past business." matching Rayna's wild grin Victor turned to her "You're the Captain after all... unless you would prefer me to call you M'lady?" The growing conflict felt like background static, ever present and building up until it could no longer be ignored. Victor only started really paying attention when the threat of a tank was introduced Are you kidding me? Have you not heard of escalation of force? Don't do that! You'll just start a fire! next thing he knew that threatening spark blew up the political powder keg. A short fight broke out and miraculously managed to resolve itself before Professor Chatsworth had to intervene, he was only needed for clean up. Looking down Victor went to resume his work but found that he had already striped it down to it's metal skeletal frame. Well... practice really does make perfect. Stepping back Victor looked at his arm all spread out and was, as always, slightly amazed. Whispering to Rayna Victor said "It's weird isn't it? So many parts fit together to make my arm and my weapon... It's also a bit creepy, the metal skeleton arm part." grabbing some WB-40 Victor started meticulously cleaning and oiling every part that needed it, noting down any part that could be improved The lenses used in the cannon could be higher quality, I better sharpen the blade as well "What plans do you have for this class M'lady Captain Rayna? What plans will lead Jormungandr to glory?" grinning broadly Victor did his best to put the political fight in the back of his mind and was determined to stay out of it. As far as he was concerned it was just a fight. No terrorism, no politics, nothing. Politics is what caused me to need this arm. Little good comes from it.</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni flexed his finger over and over again as he walked. He liked the feeling of the cracking over and over again, it helped him think. This was supposed to be Armory Class, yet it turned into a battle field. Geni sighed, remembering the words of Ivan. "Once a terrorist, always a terrorist." there was some truth to those words. Geni learned how to fight at a very young age, and from then on he had done many unspeakable acts. Yet, Beacon accepted him, he had told them of his past, but they still took him in. Geni owed this school a lot for what they did for him, yet, stepped all over them with what happened today. Geni raked his hands through his hair once again, until the silence of the hallway was broken by the pained running of Sapphire. She had used the nickname she made up for him, Lionheart. "Were do you think you are going." she asked him breathlessly. Geni sighed and but put on a fake smile. "Wherever the wind takes be." He said solemnly. Unfortunately. Before there conversation could go far the teacher then came to them. Geni cringed when he asked Sapphire to go back to class and looked back at Geni. Geni was extremely nervously, but Geni calmed down and took a deep breath. "Hey teach." He said solemnly as he scratched the back of his head.</s>	<\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren sighed as the situation finished. She felt her Semblance activate too soon and for a good few seconds thought she was going to die. It was an interesting thought pattern, how she would end living in an armory defending a man she disliked for no other reason than she had cravings when she first met him. But, then the sword was not killing her, and more things happened beyond Mokuren's scope. Afterwards, Mokuren's mind reminded her of that message she got before all the shit happened. With the teacher now out of the classroom - and Mokuren left unaware of wither she had detention or not, since she wasn't actually an aggressor but rather trying to protect people - now was a good time to answer it and so she turned to her scroll and opened it, reading that it was from Shiro. That put a soft on her face as she headed back to her seat to reply. To: Kuhaku, Shiro From: Sabella, Mokuren Subject: Ostrich you are welcome for the offer off assistance, Shiro Kuhaku. I could not leave someone like yourself to traverse the hallway with a damaged brain, even though it turned out your brain was not damaged. I also hope that we can get to know each other much better, as you seem like a person that would be a very interesting partner. Sorry about the tardiness of this reply, but the reason should be pretty obvious With the message completed, she hit send and put her scroll, grinning widely. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest, and it wasn't just the fight or threat of death that made brought this on.</s>
<\|description\|>Mokuren Sabella Age:21 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass. Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to. Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example. Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone. Color: Magnolia. Emblem: Uniquely, none. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid Gren had managed to gather some more tinder for himself after finding some logs to dry. He had formed it into a quaint teepee and had a nice fire going. He was thinking that he should try to find some mushrooms to roast, or maybe even forest creatures. Surely the God Eater was a bit too... Much to do something like that. He may need to resort to trapping. Looking around Gren wondered where Abel had went. He figured he could work with his teammate to hunt or gather food. He wasn't here however, and Gren figured he had simply went to gather more wood himself. Fine by him, there were plenty of others to work with. His eyes fell on a girl named Sangue Naga. He wasn't sure what about her caught his attention. Perhaps it was because her hair glowed with the same radiance of her flame. Either way Gren went over to her. "Excuse me, do you have a moment? My name is Gren Orchid. I was thinking that, now that we have a fire going, we should see about collecting some supplies. I'm fairly decent at identifying wild plants and fungi. However I feel that my weapons are also inappropriate to hunt. I was thinking you and I should work together to hunt and gather food. What do you think?" Gren didn't get his answer however. Soon Abel came back with a guest: a young Ankou. Gren cursed under his breath: He didn't have his weapon. But he couldn't let this thing cause too much trouble. He had no doubts that everyone here could easily slay this grimm, but they worked so hard making their fire! Gren decided it was time he showed the fire within him. And that wouldn't have been hard since the creature charged at him. ""Hmm! Looks like the prey has come to me!" Bracing himself Gren was steadfast as the massive beast plowed into him. His feet dragged against the dirt but he did not falter. Nay, instead he had grab hold of the beast, wrapping his arms around it's maw so that it could not breath fire all over the forest. It's own smaller arms clawed at Gren's arm, but could hardly put a scratch on him. And as it reared it's front arms to thrash Gren, he grabbed hold of it's head to assist in throwing the beast over his shoulder, on it's back, and onto the ground before Sangue. He continued to keep the grimm pinned, to allow other hunters to finish it off.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Survival The red-haired woman who stood still in front of her fire soon woke up from her aloof trance as she turned to a man who went up to her. Interestingly enough, the man claimed that his weapons were inappropriate for hunting. A bit ironic, considering how her weapons were specifically designed to hunt different kinds of things, but she decided not to think too much of it for the sake of being respectful to the man known as Gren Orchid. "...Sangue," she spoke softly. Before she was even able to accept his offer, however, someone interrupted her. Actually, something interrupted her. An... Ankou popped out. Sangue's open eye squinted at the sight of Grimm within the class. Though it was to be expected that Grimm would eventually show up, she preferred not to have one appear right before her. Thankfully, not only was the Grimm alone, but every other hunter seemed capable of apprehending it. Gren, for example, immediately entered a wrestling match with the creature. Sangue did not want to leave him wrestling with the creature, however, so she unsheathed her blade. With the katana in hand, the woman violently threw her Apophis Claw at the Ankou, letting the claw forcefully smash itself against the Grimm's belly. With light scars caused by the claw, Sangue twisted herself around before slashing at the wounds she inflicted, cutting open the Grimm before raising her blade. Using the strength she could muster up for one arm, the woman drove the katana down on the Ankou's head, twisting it twice to ensure that it would no longer cause much of a problem for the man who wrestled it. Though she let the blade barely miss Gren, everything she did was intentional. She knew that she would not miss, so she felt quite confident that she would not make an amateur mistake of accidentally stabbing random strangers. The woman took her katana out of the Ankou, wondering if the job was done. "..." Sangue remained still, now wondering if they could just cook the Grimm like a chicken or something. Weird thoughts were, perhaps, one of Sangue's hidden specialties.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate No amount of developing forehead armor could protect the young Ankou from the blade stabbed through its jaw. Though mortally wounded, the creature still struggled, its frantic slashes and spurts of flame growing weaker until the creature was still. It lay with its various limbs in disarray, as if it had been in the middle of an intense fight and suddenly dropped dead. The tension in the clearing dispelled, sliding out of the various students after being so suddenly stoked by the monstrous Riesen's unexpected appearance. Abel poked one of its hind legs with his Ampere, wondering if he ought to apologize for leading the creature here, or remain silent. He had just about made up his mind when the voice of professor Vorosky, not yet devoid of urgency, broke the silence. "What are you doing?" He asked. From any other teacher, such a statement might have seemed demanding and highly critical, but Vorosky seemed oddly content. Before a single soul could respond to his rhetorical question, he continued as if he were giving a classroom lesson. "Can you not see the beast is not melting? Cut its throat, before--!" As if on cue, the subdued Ankou let loose a skull-rattling screech. Evidently it had stopped fighting to save up enough energy to do so. Immediately afterward, the Grimm began to dissolve into smoke around Sangue's katana, but the damage was done. Abel groaned ominously, but he let the professor cheerfully explain what was in store. "The cries of the Ankou call other reptile Grimm to their aid. In moments we will be surrounded by Itzamna, and after come the Salamanders. It will be a good lesson in survival!" A few moments raced by, with several students scrambling to make preparations for the incoming assault. While not very threatening, Itzamna were often deadly in large packs, and in this unidentified forest only Vorosky had an estimate of how many there would be. Fishing poles, crackling campfires, and marshmellows were either forgotten or quickly put to use as the steady tramp-tramp-tramp of many feet brushing through underbrush grew louder. All the while, the professor was happy to toss around some advice. "Don't let one clamp down on a limb! It will start pulling, and just like that, others will clamp down on other limbs and do the same. Make clean strikes with weapons! If your weapon sticks in one and it jumps away, you will be facing its brothers and sisters unarmed. Stay with the others! Even if you are not teammates, the person at your side might save your life." The woods turned eerily quiet. Abel stood behind his campfire, Ampere in staff mode ready to electrocute the firs.t raptor he saw. Other students had assumed similarly defensive positions. There came a sound like the call of a sore-throated bird, and at once around twenty Itzamna appeared. The first wave rushed each student in twos and threes, but it was obvious by the now-constant noises among the trees that there were more waiting in reserve.</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel wondered what he should do now that he managed to create a fire. The answer came in the form of an uninvited Ankou that came bursting through from the forest, breathing fire and charging straight for him. Daniel was not in high alert, pushing himself off the ground and away from the Grimm. Fire was something he could handle, but not the resulting smoke. "Jeez, why'd you have to bring this thing to us!?" Daniel yelled out to Abel as he landed, not sounding angry at all, but rather pleased. "Now we gotta kill it!" Daniel never managed to do anything useful or exciting in his previous period, and now it was time to make up for it. Daniel drew his two blades, which then started to absorb nearby flames being spewed by the Ankou, minimizing the damage to the area while increasing the power of his blades. Before he could deal any blows himself, however, others had managed to beat him to it, ruining the fun for him. "Dammit you guys, save a bit for me next time," Daniel said as the Ankou went down. However, it seemed the Ankou still had a trick up its sleeve, screeching its throat out before dying for real. As Abel described what was about to happen, Daniel's grin came back. Turns out he would have a bit of fun after all. As the first several Itzamma charged out of the forest to attack everyone, Daniel shot out a fireball from his short sword, burning down one of the Itzamma charging at him, and spun to slash at the other as it opened its jaw to bite Daniel. Daniel's longsword sliced through the Itzamma's jaw, slicing off the top part of its head, and the rest of the Itzamma's body collapsed past Daniel, quickly dissolving away into nothingness.</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson decided he wasn't going to be able to partner up with anybody so he went out and started to look for some dead wood, Greyson just laughed a little at his own thought "ha, dead wood" Greyson said to himself as he walked and went to gather some more branches unsure of how many he would need but was confident that once he got some he could use his bullet to start the fire, which meant he needed to make sure he didn't start a forest fire and do it on some dry ground. Greyson had to go deep into the forest to find any wood that wasn't already picked so When Greyson finally got all the wood he needed he decided to go ahead and make his fire but like he thought it would need to be somewhere that wasn't so full of greenery, very flammable greenery. Greyson moved through the forest and he heard a low growling and he pulled out his sword knowing that a grim might be nearby in which case he needed to be extra careful now. When he heard the noise get closer he immediately dodged to the side to find out that a grim was here, the teacher wasn't lying about dangers but seriously this ankou wasn't the only one and it seems one already screeched which meant more reptiles were on the way. Greyson charged at the Ankou hoping to silence this one before it did the same and Greyson would find himself outnumbered fast...</s>	<\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren was late. She knew that. But, she had to eat someone, and that took a lot of time. Finding, eating, cleaning, getting back. It was all terribly consuming. But, she knew where the class was, and so headed out to them, springing from tree to tree and using the height as an advantage to see where she was going. The forest was a nice place, very green, and full of Grimm to be slaughtered and maimed and destroyed. But, then she heard a terrible scream, and quickly took off in that direction, thinking it might be one of her team mates that was making the scream. As it turned out, it wasn't. She arrived a the group, all ready and preparing for something, but they must have already dispatched the Grimm that made the scream, and so now where preparing to deal with the oncoming creatures. So, Mokuren dropped out of the trees, tail swishing and sword - full of the blood of the man she had just eaten - at the ready. "So...what's coming?" She asked, before one of the Itzamma leaped at Mokuren. The fox-girl swiftly turned on her head, and pointed her sword at it, a small needle of blood shooting out and sinking into the creature's head. It dissolved a few seconds later, and Mokuren nodded. "Them, then"</s>
<\|description\|>Mokuren Sabella Age:21 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass. Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to. Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example. Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone. Color: Magnolia. Emblem: Uniquely, none. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - The Shelter Sapphire wanted to do something to help the animals she really did but at this point she didn't see the wisdom in letting them out. At least half of them were so heavily sedated that even if their cages were opened they'd more than likely continue to lie there. This reasoning was not shared by Abel however who after wiping a large amount of dog slobber from his face used the pointed end of his spear to shear the tops off most of the cages. With the ferocity of the swings Sapphire was shocked that he'd managed to avoid hitting any of the animals imprisoned here. It was needlessly excessive but Sapphire understood why Abel wanted these creatures free. Each one of them was wild and used to open spaces and freedom. Otherwise sedation wouldn't have been necessary, domestic pets while perhaps not happy about being kept in a cage wouldn't cause enough of a fuss to warrant sedatives. Besides should they run into something more than they could handle the animals could serve as a distraction what with the chaos the wakeful ones were making. Sapphire smiled slightly and unlocked a few of the cages allowing the animals that wanted to to run free. When Abel was finished his liberation mission he followed Sapphire's suggestion that they take a look at the lower levels. As they pushed through the doors to the stairwell a cold chill ran up Sapphire's spine. It wasn't anything specific just a very bad feeling that they were descending into something that did not welcome them. It was of course ridiculous, this was a Shelter for animals, whatever was in this place couldn't be more than they could handle and yet despite the fact that it was illogical Sapphire switched her semblance on just before they started down the stairs. It was a good thing too as the area was littered with security cameras. As long as she didn't alter the environment in any significant way even electronic surveillance would be unable to detect her. Sapphire's footfall was near silent, in fact unless someone was listening for her specifically they'd more than likely miss it altogether and that was without her semblance active. They encountered no resistance on the stairs or in the room below. This unsettled Sapphire far more than if the med lab had been full of Atlas Paladin Suits. The emptiness of the facility was far more threatening than any physical form could ever be. Sapphire was about to do a thorough search of the room when they heard sounds. Sapphire didn't shrink away from the room. With her semblance active there was no reason to avoid detection as long as she remained inconspicuous. Abel on the other hand was another story. He slipped past her into the shadows whispering that she should turn invisible and follow the two people that had entered the room. Sapphire smiled slightly, she'd never fully explained her semblance to her team. It seemed all of them were under the impression that her semblance was invisibility. Abel had advised her to use it without realizing that it was already on. He could only see her because he'd been there when she'd activated it and he was expecting her presence. Sapphire walked out into the room staying a good distance behind the man and woman that had marched into the room but within earshot so that nothing of there conversation would be missed. From the little that Sapphire had gleaned so far they were planning something. Making History was very rarely a good thing. The Faunus wars had made history, the great criminals had made history, and the Grimm had made history. Whatever this woman was referring to Sapphire couldn't help but feel that it was not as good a thing as those two seemed to think.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - The Shelter Smiling, Shiro was pleased with himself. It seems his on-the-fly-lies had worked and the boy agreed to help them. Watching as the boy approached a hidden entrance that he hadn't noticed, he blinked and tilted his head in curiosity. "Pokey?.." He thought to himself, wondering what exactly the boy meant by that. Shrugging, he dismissed the seemingly meaningless words and crawled up to the door. Slipping out his Scroll, he took a snapshot of the hidden door and pocketed it shortly after. Unlocking the door, Shiro carefully slipped inside and propped the door open for Gren's hulking frame to pass through. When Gren had approached, Shiro had already noticed him and was surprised the bear faunus cub hadn't noticed him the same. Before entering the room entirely, he took a moment to take in the new surroundings. As his eyes scanned the cabinets, his gaze lingered on the refrigerator. "This must be a kitchen or breakroom of some sort..." Thinking about it, he hadn't really eaten before the start of the mission, had he? It would be terribly embarrassing if his grumbling stomach gave him away during a critical moment. But, he didn't have the time for a snack as he had to follow after the eager bear cub. Eyes snapping to a corner of the room, Shiro swiftly ducked behind the nearest object. "Gren! Camera!" he sharply whispered. Noticing the camera, Shiro took out his Scroll once more and took a picture of it. Fingers rapidly tapping away, he sent his second report to the others on team. "From: Kuhaku Shiro To: Abel Fulgurate, Gren Orchid, Sapphire Rode Subject: Scout Report #2 Body: "The bear faunus cub agreed to assist us, Gren and I are following after him now. Keep an eye out for hidden entrances and security cameras. I'll be disabling cameras as I find them. I've attached two images." Attachments: Illusory Wall.img, Security Camera.img" Finishing, Shiro pocketed his Scroll and crawled under what he presumed to be the scope of the camera's sight. Standing and stretching himself, he grabbed the camera and ripped it from the wall. With his other hand, he tore every cable attached to it. Clumsily forcing the camera back into its place in the wall, he hoped that whoever may be monitoring it didn't notice his entry or the camera's sudden disconnection. Should someone decide to get a bite to eat, he also hoped that they wouldn't notice the slight damage to the inoperable camera. Looking to his left and right, he was alone in the room save for Gren following in after him. If the bear faunus cub had been in the room still, Shiro would've surely raised some alarms. Speaking of alarms, he wondered if the camera system was connected to some security system. He really hoped he hadn't tripped some silent/not-so-silent alarm. An uneasy look on his face, another bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face. "O-oh well, what's done is done.." Looking to Gren, he turned and trotted down the stairs he had seen the cub and his lizard companion descend. The sounds his ears were detecting helped to instill a deep sense of dread within him. Something just didn't sit right with him about this place. "What was the mission objective again?" He asked himself, second guessing his team's purpose here.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Ciel Kuze - lost rabbit "I dont think that will really work for an alibi." Ciel whispered as she continued to search for the back room. Though he was right as soon as the chaos ended they would spot them quickly like white on rice or some other bad comparison. Still it was proving hard to locate the back room none of these rooms seemed to be it and she was not going to be busting through every door looking for it. That would only invite more trouble to them. With a soft sigh she turned to look at her fellow teammate "you have any idea where they might hide a back room Luke? she asked softly as she quickly ducked to avoid being spotted by a guard rushing through on the opposite side of them.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Outside the Dragon's Den The overconfident Antaeus crossed his arms and stood at a relaxed stance, reveling in Mokuren's 'compliments' as his massive ego was unable to see through her sarcasm. That's why he was completely off-guard when she lunged at him in an attack. The large bouncer knew he was too heavy to dodge out of the way in time, so he quickly reached behind his back and grabbed his weapon: a trident. The weapon, still in mid-transformation, clashed with Mokuren's sword. Antaeus deflected the strike enough to prevent it from cleaving him in half, but he was unable to prevent the sword from embedding itself into his side. "I shall drink from your skull!" he shouted in pain. The bouncer may have been 'immortal,' but he still felt pain. Lifting his now complete trident, he raised it above his head and stabbed downward at the huntress-in-training. Inside the Dragon's Den The students who were able to make it to the backroom now found themselves in a long hallway. There were several doors in the hallway, but all lead to mostly empty rooms. There was one exception though, a large metal door at the far end. Next to the door was a keypad to unlock it, but the code was currently unknown to the team. The sound of footsteps began to sound from the other side of the door that the students had entered from. The three teens had two options: hide in at least one of empty rooms and wait for the man coming toward them to pass or attack the man and interrogate him for the way inside of the safe-like door.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Back Area "Well, this has to be it... Right?", Jack muttered to himself, looking at the large metal door. Fortunately he didn't seem to run into any guards, so no one knew he was back here except his team. As he took a few steps towards the metal door, he heard it lurch as it appeared to be opening. He wanted to maintain the whole stealth thing, not to mention he wouldn't be able to open it anyway, there appeared to be a keypad, and a code was required to open the door, so he instead decided to hide in one of the empty side rooms and wait and listen. He kept one hand ready on one of his daggers, and stood behind the wall next to the door, so even if they walked in, they wouldn't see him immediately and he would have a chance of an advantageous action.</s>	<\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella This guy, was dumb. So dumb, in fact, that he didn't seem to understand Sarcasm. But, Mokuren had to admit, she was slightly impressed at the way he had drawn his Trident - and the uniqueness of the weapon amused her as well - in time to deflect her sword. It wasn't a total deflection, and Sarasagi managed to take a bit more of his blood from a rather nasty cut in his side. She wondered if he had to obey the rules of blood loss, and was inclined to agree, considering he still felt pain. But then he finished his trident and moved to stab her with it. The strangest thing happened then. Mokuren seemed to slightly maneuver herself so that her head was in the Trident's path, and then use her Semblance to reflect the blow. Then, she would pull out her blade and hope that a trident in the face was enough distraction to slip her sword into his crotch, and vertically bisect him, the sharp edge of Sarasagi ensuring she cut through flesh and bone until it cleanly popped out of the top of his skull. "Drinking from a person's skull is horribly inefficient. It pours out of their eye sockets whenever you try to fill it up for more than a mouthful" she told the bouncer.</s>
<\|description\|>Mokuren Sabella Age:21 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass. Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to. Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example. Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone. Color: Magnolia. Emblem: Uniquely, none. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate Shiro's pronouncement didn't faze Abel all that much. Not truly sure of what to do, he was glad for someone a little more familiar with the situation at hand to provide a course to take. "Oh, okay." Throughout his friend's instruction, he tried to establish eye contact, but proved unable to as his ally seemed either too nervous or too conflicted to meet his gaze for more than a couple seconds. He wasn't the only one listening, though; the faunus girls paid heed to Shiro as well, and with renewed hope heard his words. Clearly, the squirrel girl still trusted Abel about as far as she could throw him, but his wound had signaled his fallibility in her mind, and his partnership with Shiro proved he wasn't out to get faunus, as she initially feared. Meanwhile, Coral's features were graced with a slight smile, for it looked like she had managed to convince someone poised to prevent her and her friends from being able to receive treatment to let them follow their own paths. With Shiro finished speaking, Abel gave a curt nod. "Sure thing." He turned his back to the three faunus and began to walk away, palming his scroll and composing a message as he did. To: Gren Orchid, Sapphire Rode From: Abel Subject: Pull Out Everything's clear on our end. I'm not totally sure of everything here, but I don't think we have any jurisdiction here. There not doing anything awful here, just a surgery, not just for faunus who think it's the only way, but also for those whose traits make life uncomfortable for them. I guess we'll leave it to other authorities to see if everything is legal and all that here. Nearly done now with the composition, Abel found his text interrupted by an incoming one from Sapphire. His eyes narrowed at the nonsensical subject, and after saving his own message as a draft, he took a look at the team leader's. Despite the abhorrent typos, the message's alarming contents were pretty easily decipherable, and they sparked a whole new slew of doubts in Abel's mind. Guards? Sure, there had been security cameras, but hadn't Gren taken care of those according to his earlier message? Bringing up his draft, Abel added more to it before sending, though he erased and redid more than half of the message after thinking of a better way to phrase it. Shiro + I are pretty sure this is a legit establishment. If it is, any more dmg we do will be bad news for us. If we don't fight the guards, we might be able to get off as misguided. We should prob get out of here as fast as possible. S, meet me by the stairs where we entered. Abel headed in the direction of the stairs as indicated by the emergency escape route signs on the walls. -=-=Sapphire, Pop=-=- Pop rolled his eyes at both Sapphire's words and her renewed readiness for combat. "There will be no blood. You act as if Faunus are universally disliked, as if all people, all their corporations, all their governments, and all their armies, are simply waiting for an excuse to erase us from existence. True, I am an optimist, but hardly a blind one. Why do you think I have guards in my clinic? Or backup files of my research elsewhere? If it ever passes that my work may pose a threat to anyone's way of life, I will personally hit the kill switch. That you could assume that I'd blindly throw my work at the world and expect sunshine and roses astonishes me—but then, let's take a look at you. I doubt you're eighteen, and yet you speak like a disciple of tragedy and pessimism, and fight like one with no belief in honor or sportsmanship. It reeks of personal experience. But looking at you, and hearing your level of education, you are not of the streets. So how could a well-born girl become so bitter, without hope, and without sympathy for anything but your own moral code?" Here he sighed. He had been aware of Sapphire doing something shifty behind her back, but couldn't guess what it might be aside from calling for help from her friends. Anticipating a surprise attack any moment, Pop removed his reading glasses and slipped them into a jacket pocket. "Something must have happened to your family...or perhaps your family happened to you. Beyond that it is hard to say. Bottom line is, you are trying to challenge something that your own experience makes you think that you understand, but you clearly do not. I am prepared for what will come my way; I do not need you to tell me I am not, and to make my judgment for me. You wish to fight? You will lose. As a final act of civility, I will allow you to land the first blow, if only so that when I call the police afterwards, I can say with a clear conscience that I acted in self-defense." Pop took another step forward, so that only three feet separated him and Sapphire, and he was close to blocking her into a corner. He raised his fists, but true to his word, did not strike. Instead, his aura flared briefly, a soft scarlet glow, to signify that he was ready. At that moment, Sapphire's scroll received Abel's delayed message.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson The Dragon's Den If Luke and Jack were to begin drill their way out, they'd be met with several hundred feet of hard concrete as they were underground. Most likely, they'd be attacked by an onslaught of White Fang and Dragon's Den guards before even making much of a dent. They'd also discover the owner of the Dragon's Den's strange, but immense, hatred for drills. Drilling is obviously not the best plan for escape. The best plan would to possibly defeat the owner in combat and interrogate him on how best to disable the advanced security system. Meanwhile, out on the main floor, Ciel is not in the best of situations. As several White Fang search the belongings of the Dragon's Den customers, the one that the masked owner had referred to as Morgan noticed the young girl in the crowd. "Hey, you! Aren't you a bit young to be here, girl?" she said as she approached. She was close enough that Ciel could very easily see that Morgan was a snake faunus with scales covering several random spots of skin and a completely scaled tail. She also had a pair of hidden fangs and snake-like eyes, but those were hidden either by her mask or her mouth being closed. Morgan also carried no visible weapon. Across the street from the Dragon's Den, Murphy watches as the underground casino goes into lock down. "Team? Hello? You there?" he calls out on the radio, not knowing that all communication inside and out has been jammed. He switches channel's to call his department. "This is Murphy, I need a SWAT team at my location now... with explosives. The heavy stuff. We got a big barricade to blast through." Several blocks away from the Dragon's Den, a lone man walking home from work casually strides down the street. "Oh boy, I just got a promotion at work, my wife is pregnant, and all of my family has their health. Nothing could possibly ruin this day," he says cheerfully as he passes a very dark alley that a very hungry cannibal could easily be hiding in to grab her next victim, if she so wanted to. But what's the likelihood of something like that happening? Not like there's some crazy fox girl running around the city who might have said cannibalistic tendencies and is already thinking of trying to find her next meal. Right?</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Dragon's Den As Jack and Luke searched the back area, they were constantly met with dead ends and areas locked down by the security system... So far, the only route was back to the party floor. There was no alternate route out. As the two came up to around that floor, they scanned the situation... White Fang members were searching through the crowd, one of their team mates Ciel was within the crowd as they remembered. They can't see her at the moment, there was no high point to survey from, but there was a way around the sides. It looks like it was just going to be them three, as Mokuren was outside and locked out... Jack volunteered to survey the situation and told Luke to stay put and prepare a plan while he observed the room layout and enemy positions. He's managed to figure out the general positions of the White Fang members, and spotted the White Fang's leader here... The mask was a real give-away. On the other hand there appeared to be two more major officers so to speak, based on the commands they were giving. He caught their names, Morgan and Mordred... A plan of combat may be difficult with this many people, but he has enough information, including Ciel's position, so he returned to Luke with the information. "Ten enemies, seven of which are mooks, two seem to be officers, and there is one leader, it's possible there are more, but those are the ones I see now. I've found Ciel in the far corner..." "Hey, you! Aren't you a bit young to be here, girl?" Jack heard this over the crowd... It looks like they've spotted Ciel. "If we're going to act, we'll have to act fast...", he stated. So what can they do? What can Ciel do? Jack was a little glad Mokuren wasn't here, she didn't really have a mind to keep civilians out of combat... So what was the priority? Was it to win this battle as efficiently as possible? If only they can get the rest of the civilians out of the area, this would be far easier to approach. Radio communications were jammed unfortunately, so they couldn't count on help from outside... There was no good chance to act yet, so he waited for the moment...</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Lucas Schwarze--Desperate times... Luke's face hardened, also hearing Ciel come under scrutiny of the forces patrolling the now locked-down nightclub. This situation had gone to hell in a handbasket quickly, and their search for a good place to tunnel out of had come up alarmingly empty for a nightclub in the middle of a city. Really, how did this place turn into Fort Knox? Shaking the train of thought away, Luke glanced out of the corner of his eye to Jack, who was currently doing an amazingly accurate impromptu impression of a loaded spring, waiting for the perfect moment to act. He needed a moment, huh? That gave Luke an idea. "If you need a distraction, I've got you covered." he said lowly, switching down from drills, to gauntlets, and finally back to watches. Crouching low, he practically assumed a runner's pose straight off of a track meet, a curiously mischievous fire in his gray eyes. "Just give the word."</s>	<\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren Sabella\| Nowhere in particular The fox girl wandered down an alleyway after casually disengaging from the man who had been given far to many stats to place when he started the game. If she had stayed around, it would have become even more boring that in already was, so she left. And now, she was being treated to the exclamations of pride from a man who had gotten all the right cards this morning. But then, something hit her nose. A rather, stabbing smell. Having been eating people for quite some time, she was well attuned to the smells of people's blood, so she could avoid those who had the nasty illnesses, even if they didn't know it yet. She was no doctor, so she had no name for it, but she was certain that she didn't want to eat him. "You should go see the doctor. There is something wrong with your blood" She told him, ignoring the confused look he gave her as she walked past. Sure, she was a homicidal faunus bitch - Cannibalism would not be the accurate term, since she ate humans and was not fully human - but she had her standards. So, instead she followed her ears to yet another dark alley - there were a lot of dark alleys - and stuck her sword though the chest of a man with a woman pinned against the wall. "You'll do" She cooed, as the woman took the opportunity to run away screaming.</s>
<\|description\|>Mokuren Sabella Age:21 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass. Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to. Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example. Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone. Color: Magnolia. Emblem: Uniquely, none. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson nodded at him and decided to talk while they played " I used to play a lot of card games by myself when I was younger it was nice sometimes and lonely other times". Greyson said as he looked at his cards and put down some cards "two 4's" Greyson said and waiting to see if Daniel would want to call him on it and say BS. This game was the only game Greyson knew to play with others, most of the time he would play solitaire or 21 by himself. It was nice to have someone to play against even if they were in better shape then Greyson was and would probably leave earlier then him...</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane brightened up, actually this gave her the perfect chance to began questioning. "No sir, we're here for a mission actually. As you probably know a bunch of police officers are down with the flu right now so my team was called in to temporarily assist and keep an eye out. Right now we're attempting to investigate some reports on vandals in the area causing some problems in the area, do you know anything about that? Oh and also, I know it sounds silly but have you had any Grimm sightings in the area recently?" Krysthane inquired, all business now that her playtime was done. Hopefully these knights would have something more concrete to work on, so far it seemed the Grimm sighting were nothing serious.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Ciel - Resolute "I am still unsure on all of this something smells foul about all of this" Ciel spoke up stating her own opinions on the matter at hand. While it was true that these people weren't the strongest minus her minor effort of fear and getting caught in the illusion. "I do think that it could be a front and perhaps we were meant to find these but this could just be me being overly cautious." She continued as she turned briefly to face her team mates. Maybe it was just her but she did believe that despite everything that happened that it was to easy to grab said information they were practically screaming their colors for the world to see. Still she supposed Jack could be right and they were mere peons in the scheme of things rather than anything else. Beyond that though they completed the mission and to her that was what mattered more it showcased to her at least her faults and she was going to become stronger or have a way to make sure she won't fall for such illusions again.</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel watched as Greyson put two cards face down and declare, "Two fours." If Daniel understood correctly, he needed to put cards face down as well and tell his opponent what they were. Sounded simple. A little too simple, perhaps. Well, he'd learn the rules as he went. Daniel took one card from his hand and placed it face down, saying, "One 5."</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega I say your bluffing" Greyson said with a small smile wondering if he was right, it was a small thrill thinking he could be right or wrong on this. Not fighting for your life kind of thrill but it was so much better then sitting in bed waiting for his wound to heal. If Greyson was right about Daniel's bluff then Daniel would have to take all the cards currently on the pile the name of the game was to empty the hand and if they had most of the cards in the deck they would end up loosing the game. Greyson wondered how Robert and Priscilla were doing as they talked about a pet having a semblance or something. Greyson didn't think it was odd since the Faunus were part animals why wouldn't a real animal have one? That was just Greyson's opinion however...</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton "I say you're bluffing," Greyson said. Daniel raised an eyebrow. Now there's the catch in this game, Daniel thought. So the objective was to lie about the cards they were placing down, and without getting caught, probably. Unfortunately for Greyson, Daniel had not been lying about the card, and Daniel flipped the card over, revealing it to be the 5 of clubs. "Sorry, man, this is a five," Daniel said, grinning. "So, what happens if you get it wrong?"</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Sarina Tala Dei (SC) and Vega Venetia (VGNB) Vega was left annoyed after the two Faunus left a mess in the Dining Hall as she saw the littered floors of the dining hall while observing a group of pissed off annoyed students. Why did we have to have a freshman with us… As she sighed. "Hey Gratia" as she looked at her with her annoyed face "Next time watch what you say in public. Anyway" as she looked to her cousin "Tala, can we…leave. I'm done." "Alright. Let's continue our tour." While the tour group finished cleaning up their table, Sarina was talking to group of angry chefs. "Their names are Shiro Kuhaku and Gren Orchid of Team Swansong." She said in an orderly tone. The tour group followed her outside of the Dining Hall; Sarina saw an open window and approached it to seeing Gren. "Tsk, freshman." As she mumbled. The tour took them to their final destination the Dorms. "This is the Dorm area you will be living in. I live just across you VGNB which is nice and I have people I can finally relate to. Clair you are with me." Out from her jacket pocket, she revealed six keys. "Here are your keys" as she gave out to everyone. "Anyway, welcome to Beacon." Sarina said unenthusiastically as she entered her Dorm room with Clair. Sarina living area was decked like her own personal apartment. She had her own couch and a table in the middle around a flat screen TV left of the lockers while on the right with various furniture around the one facing the windows right center in the middle was clearly hers as she decked out the place with dressing mirror, cabinets for her clothes etc. Three beds were in their but were pushed against one another in one corner. The bathrooms remained unchanged. Sarina then plopped down on her couch. "Ugh" As she moaned. "Make yourself comfortable Clair." While that VGNB had entered in their room, Vega checking out the living room. "Wow, this living space is big. I can definitely make this place fancy just by getting some furniture and decorations."</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson sighed seeing he was wrong and he answered "if I get it wrong then I take all the cards currently down. The object of the game is to loose all the cards in your hand and whoever has no cards in their hands win" Greyson said as he took the 3 cards currently down and he looked at the cards he currently had and decided to tell a truth and said "two 5 of clubs" Greyson said putting the pair down in front of him waiting to see what Daniel will do...</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd "We all set?" The query was uncannily calm, given the situation. Which is to say, calm for being prepared to dive headfirst into a potentially very dangerous mission. They'd chosen it for that very reason. Something big, something dangerous, something difficult; all to show that they could hang in there like the rest of them. Ben knew that, maybe, that wasn't quite the healthiest attitude. Charging at the world with something to prove tended to make people stupid. But, knowing that something isn't wise isn't the same as being able to change it. He did have something to prove. They all did, and they all knew it. Looping Artorius and Lawnslot through their holders, finally satisfied that they were ready, he surveyed his team. BAST. Bastion. Most teams at Beacon weren't quite what you'd expect, but his was definitely the misfits. Dropouts, slackers, antisocials, and the too social. All the terms most would apply to them. Terms even Goodwitch probably applied, even if she didn't say them out loud. But none of them were quite true. He had something to prove. But he was damn proud of the team he was on, too. "Gonna be a hell of a ride. Anyone needs anything else, I'd get it now."</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson The Dragon's Den Murphy smiled at the inquisitive Beacon Officer students. "Ah don't you kids worry your little heads about it. The rest of this is all in police hands now. Speaking of which..." he said as he turned toward the entrance of the building. The metal shutters barracading it were soon blown away in similar fashion to Murphy's entrance and a squad of Vale's SWAT team poured through, handcuffing the unconscious White Fang members and civilians that participated in illegal gambling. There were several more explosions on other sides of the building where more of Vale's finest infiltrated the building. Murphy turned back to the hunters-in-training trying to remember what Luke had asked when he first entered the building. "Oh yeah, the fox faunus! Yep, she seemed alright. Got in a fight with the bouncer outside then bugged out. She seemed fine to me though I lost track of her pretty quickly. Anyway, let's get you kids back to Beacon. Wouldn't want you to miss any classes." Murphy then led the three members of Team JMCL outside to the streets where police cruisers and SWAT vans filled the streets with bright, loud sirens as well as the small Bullhead that would take the team back home.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz--RTB And that, it seemed, was enough to tide the eighteen-year-old pugilist over. An easy enough end to leave things off on, in the hands of much more experienced sleuths than he or any of his peers. Instead, he spent the short walk back in a comfortable, tired silence, idly examining his bared arm and lamenting the loss of the jacket's sleeve. Still, though, better a sleeve than my arm. That Byakko is one heck of a weapon... He glanced over to Ciel, trying to read her for a moment and not doing an exemplary job, before looking back to the forearm. Perfectly healed, the only sign of ever being damaged in the first place lying in his memory. While it wasn't a flashy or particularly offensively powerful semblance, it was hard to deny that his was useful. Now if only it made things hurt less... Baby steps, Luke.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Ciel-A forgiving rabbit Ciel walked slowly to the bullhead that would bring them back to the academy. She needed to work better something to help protect against illusions in case she were to face something like that again. There were multiple ways to break through illusions from her knowledge force of will in some peoples case or pain in order to bring herself out of it. Still she supposed as she looked as she saw Luke glance at her "im sorry Luke I attacked you." She said quietly as she tried to withdraw into her hood out of shame of what she has done.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz--Aftermath Oh. So that's where she's at. Well, we can't have that. "Don't worry about it." he said with a reassuring smile. "This isn't the first hoodie I've ruined sticking my nose into funny business. I'm fine, see?" He accompanied the statement with a gentle pat on the back, and an impromptu display of charred-off sleeve yet decidedly un-charred arm. "It's not your fault, anyway. Your eyes were lying to you, right? None of us knew that was gonna happen. You don't need to beat yourself up over something you didn't know about, y'know?" If that were the norm, he'd be in a much different place right now, and probably would never have gotten anything done with his life. Seriously though, the better thing to do was learn and move on. Couldn't just wallow in negativity. Speaking of... He pulled her hood back down, dialing the grin up to eleven. "Besides, you were pretty smart back there to come up with a way out of it so fast. Never even crossed my mind."</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Aftermath "What're you two talking about back there? Come on! Maybe if we're fast enough we can get something to eat", he called back. "Oh wait... Hey Murph, Mokuren, she going to be okay...? I mean... She is still part of this team, we can't leave her here...", he stopped in his tracks as he commented this. It was true, as anti-social as she was, she was assigned to this team, and thus it was duty they work and stick together. He knows they lost track of her, what was she doing? It matters most that she make it back to Beacon too, but it'd be a lot easier if she didn't just disappear like this.</s>	<\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren Sabella \| Aftermath Mokuren, the fox faunus everyone was talking about, had not gone very far. She went off to get something to eat, sort herself out, and then came back to a nearby building to watch for when they came out. Which they did, eventually, along with some police men and enough bodies for her to assume they had won. Which, was pretty amazing, considering that God-Tier bouncer was still around. Or, maybe he just wandered off after being so irritating. So, when she saw the group exiting the casino, Mokuren exited her encamped spot, and -hearing the way Jack seemed so worried about her - snuck up to him, her movements silent and soft. Once behind him she prodded him in the head softly. "Your concern is touching, but unnecessary. I am both fine, and here. Curious, but fine and here"</s>
<\|description\|>Mokuren Sabella Age:21 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass. Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to. Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example. Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone. Color: Magnolia. Emblem: Uniquely, none. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz--R&R As it happened, Saturday had ended up being a less-than-well planned out period for the punchiest quarter of JCML. Setting up a room, mandatory post-mission debriefings and check-ups, sending that first text home... Binge-playing some games on his laptop... Needless to say, the lack of both sleep and things to do had resulted in an inelegant pile of limbs hastily covered by a bedsheet inhabiting JCML's room (a co-ed room?!) from mid-afternoon to late evening. He did vaguely remember having plans at one point, but must have assumed he would get them done later in the day, instead deciding to force the blinds shut and enjoy a rare luxury. A nap. The rhythmic rise and fall of his back began to fall off-beat, and he shifted his head over to the other side, squinting as his eyes fell into a sunbeam. "mgfbmmmmm..." came the groan out of his always-eloquent mouth, and he continued to stir. Couldn't sleep the whole day away, after all.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn After her shower this morning, Skyra noticed, she was still slightly sore from Friday's rather eventful afternoon. That certainly was a thing... She didn't expect to have to fight on her first mission with her team... and voila, she had to do it twice even, although the second time hadn't been much of a challenge. Although her muscles were still sore, she decided to head to the gym. At least she could get her morning training done, if not more. She had to admit, she loved the thrill of exercising, of working out, of lifting her body towards abilities she didn't possess yet. Still in her dorm room, she slipped into her gym clothes which she noticed to be slightly too tight. I guess I have to buy a new outfit soon.She was, in a way still, in puberty. Although she had no hope whatsoever of growing even one more inch and her top deck, she suspected, wasn't going to grow either. But she thought that in her fading puberty, her training seemed more efficient in building up her body. Maybe, since she last put on the gym clothes, her body grew a bit more muscular. Not that she was bulky, no. She still had a lean, maybe even slender figure. She slowly walked through the gangways of Beacon, finally feeling at home here, so she allowed her hips to sway a lot more than usual, just for fun, she guessed. In the gym, she warmed up by doing stretches and push-ups. Then she got to work with a lot more stronger stuff, like punching and treadmilling.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Vale Jack was already up early in the morning, already walking the streets of Vale shortly before lunch time. What did he do while out? Hit the game arcade of course. He played largely the skill based games and won loads of tickets that way, and is now holding large bags of prizes that make people stare, and now he's trying to find a place to sit down and eat lunch. Among the prizes he had were plush toys, little novelty toys, keychains, stuff like hats and scarves, and so on. It was also strange that they would willingly make plush toys of Grimm too, but they did, while not so popular, someone out there is actually making a full collection of these, every named species of Grimm out there was willingly being made into a plush toy by someone. In any case, there were a lot of good potential places to eat. He'd already checked out ones of the East side of Vale, so now he was looking to something new. The money they earned from the last mission wasn't going to be easily eaten up today unless he went clothes shopping, but his clothes were for the current season now, so he didn't have to worry about that. "Hmmm... I wonder what everyone else is doing... Mokuren wasn't there when I woke, and Luke's probably still asleep... What about Cian..."</s>	<\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren had woken early as she always did - sleep didn't like her, and the feeling was mutual - and was simply milling around. She had showered, and gotten dressed, picked up her sword and wandered, tail swishing behind her from habit of not really caring what it did. Maybe one day she would, but not to day. On the topic of what she was going to do, there was nothing in her mind right now. Maybe she should train, become stronger, quicker, faster. But a much larger thought was why Grimm dissolved. It was like their blood was made of acid, and reacted with being stabbed. But then, why did they dissolve when being shot? It was an enigma, wrapped in a riddle, wrapped in a cardigan, and tormented the poor fox girl so much that she was stopped dead by a certain scent that invaded her nose. It was a new scent, a nice scent. A Good Scent. Mokuren shuddered at the sudden onslaught of this new smell. There was something so strange about it, something she hadn't felt in such a long time, but by a different name, a different flavour. She felt every hair stand on end, and her feet moved before she even knew what they where doing. These feet led her to the gym, with little subtly to her movements before she managed to regain control of them, and stare at the people in front of her. Her eyes quickly honed in on their target however, and it would be quite obvious who she was staring at, but she just could not help it. She was frozen with some new feeling that she could barely comprehend, and so stood like a gormless, sword wielding fox-faunus in the middle of the gym.</s>
<\|description\|>Mokuren Sabella Age:21 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass. Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to. Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example. Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone. Color: Magnolia. Emblem: Uniquely, none. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Practice Class Area A swing of his sword, the whooshing sound of the blade cleaving the air followed by a solid thwack. A momentary pause, to catch his breath. His lungs burning as his chest heaved visibly. Another whoosh chased by another wood-splintering thwack as Kladenets' blade buried itself into the unmoving body of a wooden practice dummy. Sweat dripped and poured from Shiro's body as he went through his patented 'combat familiarity' training regimen. One hundred left to right horizontal slashes. One hundred right to left horizontal slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred downward vertical slashes. One hundred upward vertical slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred left to right downward diagonal slashes. One hundred right to left upward diagonal slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred right to left downward diagonal slashes. One hundred left to right upward diagonal slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred straight sword thrusts. Switch hands. Repeat. Every now and then a stray splinter of wood would break off and act as shrapnel. Bouncing off of Shiro's drenched body only harmlessly scratching his protective Aura. Once done with his sword swings he would go on to practice with Perun, his shield. The only difference being adding in one hundred bashes with the face of his shield. When complete with that, he combined his two weapons and formed them into their Great Axe mode to repeat his actions twice more. Shiro started this training regimen at least once every few days before the sun would rise, taking hours to complete. It was nothing special, to be sure. But the beauty that lay in his little self-made program was in its simplicity. No matter what situation would arise, he would always be able to attack with either hand with any of his three weapons. The burning muscles of his body committing his motions deep into memory. He had done this training program of his a few times already since starting at Beacon. Though he wasn't sure if any of the Practice teachers mentioned anything about permitting students into the area after hours on the weekend, no one had ever said a thing to him. He always tried to clean up after himself, but he never knew what to do with the growing pile of wrecked wooden dummy targets or where to take them. Instead, every time he returned to the Practice area by himself, he found someone had already replaced the sad things with newer fresh targets for the slaying. Though they were constructed of solid wood, they surely didn't compare to the hardness of a Grimm's hide and armor. Far from the realistic feel of cutting through a Grimm's body, but even still. With a cry, Shiro brought the head of his Great Axe straight down and cleaved straight through the final wooden kill of the morning. Its body shattering and splintering dramatically as Shiro did so. His body ached and was immensely sore, but as he ended his morning routine Shiro fell backwards in the grass with a thud. Laying sprawled out for a moment to let his body recuperate as his lungs struggled and strained to catch after his breath. A safe distance away, Scoot lay asleep in a neat pile of Shiro's clothing and a few toiletries. For a long morning practice like his, Shiro preferred to wear his dirty workout clothes with no food in his belly to make sure he had little energy to start with. After done, he always liked to shower and get a big breakfast before continuing on with the rest of his day/weekend. His breath sufficiently restored, Shiro clambered to his feet and shifted his weapons back into their more portable SnS [Sword & Shield] mode and slung them onto his back. As he padded through the grass towards his clothes and Scoot, he picked up his things and got ready to leave. The ferret rousing from his slumber with a quiet yawn. Ever since returning from his mission days prior, Shiro had remained distant from his other teammates. Occasionally, he would poke his head into the infirmary to check on his leader. But, he always made sure to never let her notice and never stayed curious for long. His original intentions to recover his leader's daggers never came to fruition. Instead, he made sure to seal away the plan for a later date and time. The only time he was ever in his team's dormitory was for sleeping late at night. Funny enough, though the tiger-boy enjoyed the company of others and thriving off of other people's energy in social interactions, he also enjoyed some time alone to himself. His weekend plans were always dull whenever he was alone, however. Not much doing except training, working out, eating, sleeping, and maintaining his weapons. "I need a hobby." Maybe he would look into getting a replacement Scroll and get some music onto it. Or something to play video games on. "Should probably ask Gren about that. He should have some ideas." Shiro laughed as he made his way back to Beacon proper, namely the shower facilities. "Aw, the lug would probably even make me something to play video games on, knowing him." In nothing but comfortable shorts, worn sneakers, and a long sleeved top that covered his arms Shiro cherished the idea of a nice, warm shower to wash off all the dirt and gallons of sweat he excreted. A slight smile on his face. Scoot crawled onto the sweaty boy's shoulders and curled back up into a ball as he rode shotgun. "Oh, right. Gotta remember to fix up my gear, too." He had forgotten last time, receiving splinters in his hand for his troubles.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid Gren both both hands into his slash, hoping to bash against Ebon's shield until he fell onto his knees. But the human parried the blow off to the side and left Gren in a precarious position. And because of it, he ate the corner of Ebon's shield. Almost literally at that, as the corner of the shield rammed into Gren's face plate. "Ha! You activated my trap card!" Knowing there were R-Types coming in to perforate him however, Gren needed to do something fast. Releasing one hand from The God eater Gren grabbed onto Ebon's shield and pressed it against Gren's own body. He then used his semblance to increase the friction he was putting onto the shield, and how much it was being put onto him, to effectively get the shield stuck onto Gren's body. Seeing some of the R-Types about to do a fly-by Gren used his strength to pull Ebon in the path of his own attack.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane shrugged thoughtfully, "I don't see why not, my money's on Ebon, though perhaps I have a bit of favoritism here. If I win you give me that bag of chips." She said gesturing at it as she watched the fight. It seemed thing were just getting interesting, it should be fun to see the end result.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "Was planning to eat that while we watch. Tell you what, you win I pay up another one, you lose you pay up this one." Diamond shrugged, jsut as the guy she was betting on said a horrible one liner. "Come on! Trap card? Who plays that crap!" She complaiend out loud as she summoned a shadow knife and sliced the bag of chips open, offering some to the company. A second later Diamond gave up on trying to ignore her kitten issue. The gods just wouldn't let it rest. Oh well, might as well do some more recon. "'Morning!" the thug waved at her teammate before she noticed the kitten didn't quite bother changing out of her pajamas, "Or... not quite, I see. How's the head?" she chuckled.</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox "Tough bastard..." Ebon thought when Gren seemed largely unphased about getting rammed in the face. He didn't even seem dazed as he was still lucid enough to start pulling Ebon around by his shield. He fought against him at first knowing that Gren intended to throw Ebon into his R-Types or just use him as a shield. It wouldn't work as Ebon would just make the R-Types hold their fire. But thinking on his feet Ebon decided to let Gren pull him to the side. He only did this after putting up a bit of a fight so Ebon would have the momentum to counter Gren. When Gren pulled Ebon in the path of his R-Types Ebon landed with both his feet braced onto the floor, and than he put both his hands onto the handles of The Kingdom, and pressed his shoulder for extra leverage. Before the R-types flew by Ebon used a combination of his raw strength and his semblance, Mind of Matter, to lift his shield into the air above him along with Gren. Ebon might not be as strong as Gren when it comes to raw strength, but he was strong enough to lift him into the air if he's using his telekinesis to ease the burden. "Eat this!" As Ebon held Gren above his head, Squad 1 and 2 converged to attack Gren while he was still stick to The Kingdom. Squad 1 unleashed a rain of laser bullets against Gren, splitting off before they crashed into him. And at this point Squad 2 was starting to dive down at Gren and unleashed their fully charged Wave Cannon. It was a solid beam of energy went strait towards Gren, with enough force and power to cause an explosion. Three of them, one from each of Squad 2 R-Type firing their Wave Cannon. Good thing Ebon was underneath his shield, because this is going to hurt.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid "Shite!" Gren never thought that he'd be the one to get lifted into the air. Though it was his mistake in thinking that just because Ebon was smaller than Gren, that he was too weak to pull off something like this. When Gren's feet were lifted into the air he reflectively put more power into his Semblance to maintain his hold onto the shield but that proved to be a bad idea. Gren could only manage to get The God Eater in a position to shield him from the hail of bullets when he was blasted by the explosive laser beams. Dust and smoke kicked up from the attack, causing a good deal of damage to the area around the two fighters. But before the dust could settle, there was laughter. Looking at his Aura levels on his HUD, Gren was at 47%. That attack knocked off a good 40%, and the rest Gren lost from a combination of getting shot at as well as his rocket jump from before. He wasn't sure what Ebon's level was, but so far Gren has yet to get a good hit on him. He was about to change that. Slamming the front of the God into into the ground, Gren switched it into it's Destruction form and started firing bullets into the ground while holding onto Ebon's shield with the help of his semblance. With one hand and both of legs making contact with his shield, Gren was firmly in place. The sheer recoil from Gren firing the Gatling portion of The God Eater was enough to lift both Gren and Ebon off the ground and into the air. Gren steered their direction by swinging The God Eater in the appropriate direction, and ocne he was going vaguely skywards Gren released his Friction from his legs, leaving it only to his hand. Then, with only a few seconds left and only using one arm, Gren pulled Ebon above him, putting his opponent between Gren and the ceiling.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian \| Vale "I would appreciate any help you can give, though I suppose we could get lunch first." Cian said with a small smile pleasantly surprised at his willingness to help. "So what you were doing all this time than?" She decided to take front and try to start a conversation with Jack after all since he was willing to help they would probably be there for awhile so might as well have some conversation going than silence all the time. Still she supposed looking out she couldn't help but wonder what exactly made her feel the need to agree to him helping.</s>	<\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Having solved her dilema about Cheese, and gathered a bag full of wrapped Cheese for her new friend Skyra, she returned to the Gym, only to find it was devoid of the Cat faunus she had met earlier. Plus, she seemed rather worried that she smelled back, which implied good hygine, so she must have taken a shower after working out, which would have dulled her scent down so Mokuren could not track her by it. It only then occured to her that suddenly leaving without an explanation could be seen as a bad omen, so the Skyra Girl might be feeling rather upset. Still, if that was the case, then Mokuren had to find her, if only to apologise before leaving again. She didn't want to push - as little as she knew, Mokuren was positive that pushing led to problems - but she also didn't want to leave anything on such a low note. But, the only person she, being a nutjob, could think of knowing where Skyra would be was Ozpin. Because he was smart, and knew everything. So, without further thought, not that there was much thought to begin with, Mokuren set off in the direction of Ozpin's office, not really caring about what obsticles she might find in the way, but determined to get over them. Skyrea was the first one who didn't seem entirely on edge with Mokuren, and she didn't want to ruin that with a misunderstanding. The whole 'having a friend' thing might even be fun, in the long run.</s>
<\|description\|>Mokuren Sabella Age:21 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass. Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to. Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example. Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone. Color: Magnolia. Emblem: Uniquely, none. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Beacon Airship Dock She had no particular reason to actually provide her name to the boy standing behind her. They were barely acquaintances, united only by "sharing" the wait for a goddamned airship to arrive and get them to wherever they wanted to go (she had no idea where the guy was heading to, but it wasn't her fucking business to pry). Still, it wasn't like she had anything better to do while these last few minutes of waiting passed by, and really, she was a lot more fucking whimsical today. If the other teenager wanted to be nosey, she'd lower herself to humour him. At least he didn't seem like another standard fucktard like the rest. "Mindaro," was the Huntress' succinct reply. "Gratia Mindaro." Hopefully he wouldn't ask how it was spelt. She would not be able to muster any goodwill whatsoever to answer stupid questions like those. "And I plan on not dying in a fiery conflagration," she added, voice dripping with sarcasm.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz--Proper Introductions Success! A name! He'd managed to pry out a name! ... I'm treating human interaction, even if with a less-than-engaged party, like a game. Should he be worried about that? It was a challenge, but... If he didn't make a habit of it, all good, right? "I'm pretty sure most of us can say the same, Miss Gratia. I can tell you for certain that I don't plan on dying very soon either." he replied with a casual chuckle, as the airship pulled up to the dock. "I'm Luke Schwarz. Nice meeting you, Gratia Mindaro." he said, as the line began to shuffle forward, filing into the transport. He'd done his duty as a conversationalist, now he could safely break off and leave her be unless she felt like continuing herself.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid After patching himself up and getting a drink from one of the machines, Gren was about to head into the city. But before he did he stopped by the gardens. It was a bit early in the morning to be doing this but he always wanted to make sure his garden was in top shape. Though without all his tools the best he could do is water them and pick at any weeds that started to grow up. He walked over to the school gardens, past all the botanic flora and fruits of labor. He kept walking until he reached the dirt plot that was his garden. Not many weeds, but much to Gren's delight, there were some sprouts from his begonias. "Yes!" Dropping his things on the side of the garden Gren looked around for a watering can. But as he searched he noticed someone. She was... Breath taking. Which is a strange thing for Gren to think considering that his taste in women are those who are both cute and could crush his head between their thighs. But something about this one caught his eye. "H-hello."</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Emerald fidgeted at Diamond's inquiry about how she managed to hit the ceiling with her noggin. The fact that she'd been bouncing on her bed and actually hit her head on the ceiling was pretty embarrassing. Still, there really wasn't any use in denying it now. "Well I um...I was jumping on my bed...to get the blood pumping you see!" She tried to make it sound like it was a perfectly normal thing to do...well it was for her. "I may have used my semblance to make myself bounce a little too high." "And pajamas are the comfiest clothing of them all! And...and…" She cocked her head. "What's a hick?"</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "I suppose jogging to get the blood pumping is too mainstream?" Diamond rolled her eyes in mirth, "Just tell me you didn't break the bed, although I wouldn't mind sharing, it's not like you asked the first time anyway..." the thief teased nonchalantly with an amused smirk. When she thought about it though, the whole thing was totally expectable form someone like Bouncy. "A Hick, uhh..." Diamond said, her language skills in overdrive to formulate her answer in a way that didn't sound pejorative, "A yokel? Hillbilly? Country bumpkin?" she offered a few words close to synonyms, rubbing the back of her head awkwardly.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - RPGD's Dorm Robert stepped out of the bathroom of his team's dorm, warm steam fallowing him out. He always liked to take a warm shower in the morning to wake himself up. "Alright, today's the day. Time to get to know more people. Get past my nervous behavior and talk to someone that isn't on my team. Make more friends. I'm going to do it," he assured himself as he walked out of the room. Robert looked around the dorm's hallway, trying to find someone nice to talk to. Every person he saw though just looked at him either in surprise or just started snickering. Why were they doing that? Did he forget something like to wash some shampoo out of his hair? He touched his hair with his hand to be sure. It was a bit damp, but nothing out of the usual. So what were they laughing at? The hunter-in-training made sure the towel around his waist was secure, and that was when it finally hit him. He looked down in shock as he realized that he had left all of his stuff in the room, the only thing he was wearing was a towel. He rushed for the doorknob, but it was locked tight. His key, his scroll, his weapons, and his clothes were all locked inside. Robert began to pound on the door. He hadn't checked on his teammates before he left though, so for all he knew they all left hours ago. "Well, this is a fine mess I've gotten myself into," he thought aloud. Having no idea what to do now, Robert walked away and began exploring the school wearing nothing but his towel. "This'll certainly be an interesting conversation starter at least."</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly While he was returning from the cafeteria after a hearty breakfast of pancakes, bacon, waffles and eggs, Oswald noticed several students whispering to each other and laughing. Looking around, he quickly realized what they were talking about: Robert Fallson, leader of Team RPGD, was walking around....wearing only a towel. What the hell? Was this some kind of joke? Was everybody being watched and recorded to see their reactions? Oswald couldn't help but laugh as a result of what he was seeing. This guy wasn't even trying to get back into his dorm! He was just casually exploring around the school while wearing a towel, and nothing else! Trying to force his laughter down as he approached the boy, Oswald failed miserably, still chuckling as he started speaking. "So...Robert. You, uh...you having a good morning?"</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Beacon Academy Robert continued his casual walk through the hallways of Beacon, trying his hardest not to show how much he hated everyone staring at him and laughing. He never felt comfortable being the center of attention, especially when he's half-naked. It wasn't really stage fright or anything. He wasn't that he was afraid he'd mess up. It just made him feel uncomfortable having so many eyes on him. Robert searched his mind to put a word to this feeling or at least explain it to himself better, but his train of thought was suddenly derailed by the sound of another student's voice addressing Robert directly. Finally, someone decided to approach him instead of just avoiding the strange student. "Huh? Oh, uh, no, not really. Got locked out of my room and I can't get back inside. And as you can see, I didn't exactly... dress properly for being out in public," Robert replied. "You're, uh, Oswald right? From Team MODA? Think I remember seeing you and your teammates after the entrance test-thing. So how's your day going? Probably better than mine."</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Ciel \| Vale "perhaps" Ciel said offhand she was unsure but it really seemed that he was either against her getting a haircut or just liked pushing his point at times. Either way she thought he did have a point in the fact that perhaps "special" hairclips could help her in this situation. "All things considered I suppose we should probably get going as soon as we finished eating" she said as she motioned towards the waiter bringing them their ordered dishes. "Ah thank you for agreeing to help me with my current errands" Ciel said.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Vale "Hey no worries. Ever need any help, you can call me", they were on the same team after all. After they finished their meals, Jack led her to the place he was talking about, where you can get battle gear made or repaired. "Ayyyyy, how's it going old man?", the store had all assortments of armour, some of which were familiar, since some students at Beacon wore it. "Oh, it's you Jack, here's your coat back. Are you sure you don't want to put a new weave inside it? The material is sturdy, but really old, and wouldn't hold up against certain things... Also don't call me old man", the old man went out back for a moment before handing Jack his coat in a bag. "I think I'll be fine... Speaking of which, my team mate here needs some new gear, can you do that?", Jack motioned over to Cian as he spoke. "Of course I can, so what's your name? What kind of armor? What weapon do you use? Anything else?", he asked Cian rather quickly. "One at a time old man", "Don't call me old man", "But yeah... So what'll it be Cian?", he turned back to her. She had options... Like a new outfit, or just her old outfit. "Oh don't worry about costs too much by the way, if you're a student at Beacon you get a big discount. They pay for most of it", well there you have it.</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella After fungerations with Bleep Bloops that most people call people, Mokuren was on her way to see Skyra. She wouldn't dare admit to anyone that she actually got lost on the way there, because that would be evil and rude and not very nice. Because they would laugh, and she would stab them, and that was no way to go about getting friends. But, still, The World Was Beautiful! Or so she exclaimed, without ever having that thought before, and quite possibly never having that thought again. The world was just The world, annd while something was nice, it wasn't exactly beautiful. What was beautiful, was this door. In front of her. She was Ostrich to the power of Emu sure that it was the right door, and even if it wasn't, knocking on it would only disturb a colony of butterflies on the other side of the world, and destroy a statute of the Dragon Reborn, erasing all possible evidence that he had ever been around from the world. So, with that kind of pressure, Mokuren knocked on the door that was Skyra's, or at least she hoped it was Skyra's.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Without much movement Skyra burrowed her face into the book she was reading. It was quite interesting. The part she was just reading was an essay on why Faunus are nothing but animals and share nothing with humans. Why you ask would Skyra, a professed Faunus rights movement partaker, read such a thing? To be honest, she herself didn't know either, but she laughed heartily at the stupidity of the author, a Rudolph Nittler. The essay had the peculiar title "Mein Krampf", where he describes the brain cramps he supposedly got when touching a Faunus, trying to convince people that Faunus are poisonous or something like that. Rather sudden, the door got knocked upon. Skyra did a backflip off her bed to land just in front of the door and opened it to find the familiar face of the fox-girl she encountered earlier in the gym. The girl that disappeared when she went to the locker room to change. "Uhm... hi? Hey, Moku. Why did you just... vanish earlier?"</s>	<\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren grinned at Skyra as she opened the door. It was nice to see that it wasn't the opening to the Deep Temple, where Cthulu Lay Sleeping. But, having such a thing in a school would be stupid. And the perfect place to hide it. "Ohh, well, you said about being cheesy, then I started wondering about cheese, so I went to get you some cheese so you could also be cheesy. I can't stay, I do have things to do, but dropped by to give you this" she took of her backpack and handed it to Skyra, giving her many pieces of wrapped cheese, different shapes and flavours, all yummy. "I hope you enjoy it. Staying is, unfortunately, not really in the books. I have to get.....some things, but maybe I will see you tommorow?" She asked, a soft ring in her tone that might have been hopeful if it was anyone but Mokuren. As it was Mokuren, however, the ring was just a ring.</s>
<\|description\|>Mokuren Sabella Age:21 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass. Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to. Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example. Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone. Color: Magnolia. Emblem: Uniquely, none. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Airship "My team was nominated for the annual cultural exchange with Beacon," she explained, her flat tone unwavering even as she revealed more information to the boy she now considered 'slightly above the unwashed masses'. Her gaze had yet to let up, onyx eyes boring into the other teenager's grey ones as they met. "I took the opportunity." Does he use gel for that weirdass cowlick thing? The question her conversation partner had asked was somewhat difficult for her to answer. Relenting to her team's choice to fly all the way here to Vale had not really been a decision made with any underlying motives. Gratia had, after a certain amount of thought and consultation with her family, taken the leap upon realising that there was little reason not to, and that the opportunity to do so would not have been one that could return in the future. An all-expenses paid trip over to a kingdom so far from her native city-state to experience how learning was conducted at the relatively-prestigious Beacon Academy was not exactly enticing, but it was certainly of enough interest to her that she had decided to simply tag along with the rest of VGNB and pop over to see how inferior Vale was to Mistral. She had already found one shitty aspect in the form of the public transport. He's relatively athletic, it seems. Likely another Beacon student. Her eyes continued to stare holes into Luke, expression completely unchanging.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz-- Under Scrutiny If I blink first, does that mean I lose? Luke tried it out, blinking candidly. No response of any kind from Gratia. Just continuation of the stare straight into his soul. This girl was intense! "Oh, I see." he replied, seat slightly rocking as the airship touched down at the city below. "You miss home, then?" Because he had to admit it, he kind of did himself, despite definitely not missing getting woken up by two little sisters (one of which that was taller than him by some sick twist of fate). Although he had his teammates to confide in and get to know, there still was that strange emptiness that extended time away from family, from his routine, from what he'd known for ages, brought. It was only natural, he knew as much from anecdotes by both parents about when they were his age. As the others began to file past them and off the airship, he rose, a touch miffed at the unfortunate timing of everything. Despite feeling as though he were playing a verbal game of minesweeper, he did genuinely have some interest in picking the quiet young woman's head. Maybe they'd have a class together, or something.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Airship Her gaze broke the moment the airship landed against the tarmac, the entire vehicle rumbling lightly before indicator lights signalled to everybody aboard that they were clear to exit. She followed the other teenager's example and rose to her feet, stuffing her hands back into the warm pockets of her coat. It was not particularly a cold day, but as her conversation partner had been noting earlier, it was quite windy, and Gratia didn't plan on exposing her hands to the chill of the breeze. She lightly stretched out her entire body, allowing it to release some of the tension she had built up during the trip down from Beacon. "Yes," replied the Huntress, her impassive tone still unchanging, but spoken obviously in honesty. She enjoyed the presence of her family and loved ones, and to be so far from her home was already making her somewhat homesick. Haven hadn't been too far from where she lived; it actually loomed over the streets where she had grown up, in fact, so she had spent a number of her weekends visiting her parents. Now, however, they were an ocean away. Gratia joined the line of people slowly filing their way out of the airship, reaching out to brush some hair away from her eyes once more. She was standing behind Luke this time, a change from their situation earlier when they were loading up. Personally, she had found their conversation to be decently of interest compared to the meaningless prattle she had to endure from time to time. It helped that the boy wasn't overly offensive in any manner. She would have to keep the name "Luke Schwarz" in mind.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate And without due provocation, the guardian appeared. The general mood of the evening had evidently gotten to him, for despite his general inclination for social interaction, he was fixed upon finding his teammates and requesting their accompaniment to a bowling 'n burgers place in town, Drury Lanes. Unfortunately, after spending several hours in the armory bumbling through the fabrication of a dozen or so grenades that employed water dust to blanket an area in sogginess, to more or less the exasperation of the good Professor Chatsworth, he had been definitively unaware of his comrades' whereabouts. Eventually, however, the theory that every man gets lucky sooner or later (in one way or another) had seemingly won out, for while making his way through this particular hallway he had happened to catch a glimpse of not only Sapphire, but also his buddy Robert. Breathing a sigh of relief, Abel made his way toward them, walking past and saying 'hey' to Oswald on the way, only to discover a certain paucity of clothing on Robert's part. ...Alright. After making a somewhat baffled face he tore his attention away and addressed Sapphire. "Er, hello. Glad I found you. Know where Shiro 'n Gren are? I was, ah, hoping we'd all be able to go bowling at Drury Lanes, have some burgers, relax before weekend's over. Y'know...as a team." It didn't cross his mind that she might be wanting to spend time away from her team, particularly its resident hyperactive ferret-lover. If Abel's manner at all indicated impatience, it lay in the fact that shortly before he'd also spotted several people headed in the direction of the airshop docks. While not overly concerned with the activities of the other students, he didn't want to get started much later than they, lest he and his team have less grand of a time.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz-- Parting Words "I can relate a bit to that. Although, I'm not in an entirely new kingdom..." he mused as they stepped off of the airship and onto the pavement below, into a sea of dispersing students. He honestly had a hard time imagining the sheer scale of the distance between here and her home. For all his attempted worldliness, at the end of the day he'd never really strayed too far from home. It honestly was a bit of an intimidating concept, being so far away from what you knew. In that case, then, Gratia Mindaro was admirably strong to be able to do it so casually. Her adjustment period must have been remarkably short. I guess I shouldn't be so surprised, considering this is Beacon Academy... So many strong people here, of all types. Body. Mind. Spirit. He supposed that was what it took to hold hope of becoming a Hunter or Huntress. It would only make sense that he'd find himself surrounded by these types of people. Turning to Gratia, he threw her a friendly smile and a short wave. "Well, I hope you end up liking it here. See you around, Gratia Mindaro."</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Beacon Academy Sapphire nodded to Oswald as he departed a veiled smile on her face in response to his remarks about Robert's state of undress. She felt slightly more at ease with herself and her day plans after Oswald's comments about her clothing and needing to 'get ready' though he hadn't explicitly said it she felt he was referring to the plans they'd discussed on Friday. As Oswald left Robert bumblingly explained the reason he was dressed as though he'd just gotten out of the shower. For a hunter in training he should be more aware of himself than his explanation would suggest. He should also have a backup plan for returning to the door should it be necessary. Sapphire herself preferred the giant oak tree outside there dorm window as a means of entering and exiting at late hours but without that the next best option would have been to damage bricks along the building leading up to the window in a ladder like manner. The thing that caught her attention was what Robert said about Sapphire and her own team. Clearly after she'd left Friday night for the amoury Robert and Abel had had a decent length chat which comprised information about Scoot, the nuisance to there dorm and apparently information about Sapphire herself. "Did he? I should have a chat with him about sharing information that does not concern him and if by mascot you mean that telepathic rodent that has been terrorizing our dorms? If I knew where he was you would never see him again." Speak of the devil, seconds later Abel approached inquiring as to the rest of the teams location and whether she would want to attend an evening at Drury Lanes Bowling alley. While she didn't altogether mind the sport of bowling Sapphire had rather been looking forward to spending some time on her own. Or at least with company she was comfortable with. "I don't keep track of Swansong twenty four hours a day. No doubt Shiro is doing some property damage somewhere and Gren is either cooking or tending his garden. As much fun as watching Shiro destroy a bowling alley would be I've got plans in the city with Oswald. There's a karaoke bar in Southern Vale I'm rather fond of." @Guess Who</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate A slight constricting occurred around Abel's eyes and mouth. Sapphire had a date? Lucky He couldn't help but think about his own situation. Though neither shy nor obnoxious, and boasting a rather impressive physique, he'd never had a girlfriend. Sure, he'd asked a girl once or twice back at Pallisade, but he'd never been taken up. Worst of all, Abel had no clue what he could be doing better. And as if to emphasize his own shortcomings, here was Sapphire already with a date within a week. After a moment he brought himself to say, "Ah...okay. No problem." He glanced at Robert. During his approach, and despite the RPGD leader's current garb, he'd been planning on talking to him after sorting things out with Sapphire. Now, however, he definitively felt that he'd rather not stick around. "I'll head to the dorms then, text Gren, so on." Turning to go, he paused after taking a step, realizing he was probably being discourteous. "Uh, good luck with your date," he said, and strode off at a brisk pace. On the way to the dorms, he tried to avoid stewing, but overlooking his own faults had never been one of Abel's strong suits. Still, it would not avail him to be all mopey around his friends, so he jammed his hands into the pockets of his delightful blue jacket and walked on, distracting himself by trying to imagine what Shiro and Gren were doing at that moment. Since the first day, whenever he thought of Gren cooking, it had always been grilling meat in Abel's mind. If that was the case, his destination was either the kitchens or the dorm rooms. If not, the gardens were next, and after being shown his teammate's work not long ago Abel had a good idea where they were. Since he was already on the way, he did not pull out his scroll. Still, he managed to nearly run into someone as he rounded a corner in the dormitory area. At first he thought, given the individual's height, that he'd almost collided with a fellow dude, but a split-second later he was able to affirm beyond the shadow of a doubt that he'd practically smacked into a girl. Her hair and her outfit matched perfectly: yellow and gold, with a bright red scarf interrupting the mustard monotony. Though Abel felt rather dubious about an entire outfit the audacious color of the sun, he discreetly observed that this young lady had an impressive physique—not many girls this age had that sort of musculature, and very few actually wore armor. Still mulling over the subject of romance somewhere in his head, Abel's first thought went something along the lines of ohmyGodwe'resoulmates, followed up shortly by Dammit. I'm a moron. With that sorted out, all that was left was to apologize and continue on his not-so-merry way. "Whoops, sorry," he said to Krysanthe, "Guess I'm so concentrated on bowling I can't stop myself almost bowling into other people." Desperate to not appear awkward in any way, he tried a smile and continued, "Er, I didn't hit you, did I?"</s>	<\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren smiled broadly at Skyra, and then turned to leave as soon as the cheese was delivered. "Make sure to eat your cheese, milk helps people grow, and cheese is like milk that you can chew". With that insightful bit of insight, Mokuren left again, off to do....things. Like taking a midnight stroll through the woods, and maybe find something of interest, if she was lucky.</s>
<\|description\|>Mokuren Sabella Age:21 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass. Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to. Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example. Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone. Color: Magnolia. Emblem: Uniquely, none. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Skyra stared at the board with the listings for the battles. Against her? The bringer of cheese? She sighed. In some way, which was pretty unusual for Skyra, she had no desire to fight that girl at all. Smash her face in in a heated discussion, maybe, but not intentionally. Still, this was strange... normally she'd jump at the chance to kick somebody's butt, she'd even try to best her team mate, but Mokuren was kind of a different story. In only one single day she had grown too soft to bear even the chance of her hurting her, which, of course was ridiculous considering the rules of combat class. Nobody'd be really hurt, just exhausted. But alas, it was class, so Skyra moved to the battlefield their pair was assigned to, however, she didn't moved into combat stance, but just sat down on her side of the field.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro and Cian Kuze Stepping down onto the arena from the seats, hands hidden within her coat pockets, Gratia Mindaro seemed almost bored by the fact that she would be engaging in combat with one of her fellow students. Her expression had changed not a single bit, the impassive scowl unchanging as if it had been permanently carved onto her when the gods had crafted Man from dust. Yet despite the aura that radiated from her, closer surveyance would reveal that her eyes were staring forwards with remarkable intensity, and that her muscles, hidden behind her bulky clothing, were tensing as if in anticipation. Underneath the icy exterior, the Mistralese Huntress was eager. Incredibly eager. But she held it in. There was a time and place for everything ... and here would not be particularly suitable for her to let loose, especially when it was really just a class with no importance to her. She would have to keep her inhibitions in check. Following her opponent with a singular purpose she might not like the whole deal with the arena fighting but it must be done. With a soft sigh she jumped down the last bit of stairs leading to the arena and form the back of her furred trimmed coat appeared her weapon. Holding the briefcase in her had she waited for Gratia to come on down so she could begin. Cian had no thought really pressing on her mind she might be decent at fighting but she knew she was at a disadvantage and she was never one to get excited for battle. Gratia shook her hands free of her pockets, before stretching them out in front of her. The weapon her opponent had brought fitted the descriptions in the public files, but whether or not she could deal with was another question. Valens and Valentinian hung from her belt, their simple forms a contrast to the complicated device that was Cian's. She had fought few people with such versatility before, but it would provide her ... an opportunity. "Are you ready?" she called across the battlefield. "Very well than shall we dance?" Cian called out as she unfurled her weapon into its long barrel form. Jumping back a distance she started to lead with multiple shots from the gun. Using a wall to ricochet the bullets against the wall to try and divert attention away from some of the other quick shots she took. Though as she did so she noticed her aura was steadilly decreasing chalking that up as Gratia's special semblance she quickly changed to a ice dust cartridge. Letting out some shots she hoped to cut use the formed icicles where they landed to create some diversity to trap her and end this quickly or so she hoped. Valens gleamed in the light, the mameluke sabre swinging with aura-reinforced blows to deflect as many of the incoming projectiles as it could. The air before Gratia was a lightshow as she parried as many of the dust-infused bullets away from her aspossible. At this range, she had a disadvantage; the profiles were not wrong when they described her opponent as a long-ranged specialist. That of course dIdN'T mEAn tHAt shE wOuLD lose. The Huntress' composed demeanour seemed to disappear for an instant as she bared her teeth, before dashing forwards through the hail of fire, ignoring the stings of the projectiles against the natural aura defenses of all humans; her Semblance would take care of that, if the slow, intensifying drain on Cian's aura bar served any indication. The bItCh would not be capable of matching her. Valentinian appeared in her left hand, and even as she rapidly closed the distance, fired off a stream of bullets from the carbine at Cian. With A grit of her teeth she activated her semblance the honeycombed patterned shield protecting her from the hail of bullets. Though that did not ease the pain she felt from them. With a strong forward push she changed her weapon once more into the machine gun mode and switch catridges once more this time to one of fire dust. With a push forward and her shield strong she charged forward letting out flaming bullets coming out at fast rate. This was not one of her better plans but hopefully it would buy her time. Her opponent was charging at her? Gratia did not know what the other student had planned, but it provided her the advantage to rIP and tEAr Cian on her own terms. Valens moved to block the machine-gun spray that sought to riddle her with holes, aura pushing into the weapon to keep it sturdy under the onslaught. Her right arm rumbled against the force of the blows, and the waves of heat and fire that exploded out from where her sabre met the projectiles were positively blinding. She let out a hiss, the first sound she had made during the match. It was painful, but she could feel herself grow stronger otherwise. The young Huntress' Semblance had begun to act more rapidly, its effectiveness increasing as Cian closed in on her. Good. She would need that stolen strength and power. The hail of fire stopped, and Gratia pushed herself through the smoke. She was face to face with her opponent now. Perfect. With zero hesitation, the Mistralese teenager raised Valentinian, firing a cartridge of bullets into the charging form of Cian Kuze. She would aNnIhILaTE that shield. "Tch can't take this much longer" Cian muttered to herself as she jumped back and to the left avoiding the main charge. Using the dust clouds as cover and changing her weapon once more she carefully took aim with Byakko in its sniper form. With careful aim she took a few shots at her back which was unprotected. Though she switched cartridges once more and took aim again this time hopefully going for the kill as she lt out a "tri burst" shot of fire,ice, and regular bullets in quick succession. Smoke was anything but adequate cover for somebody wielding such a gigantic weapon, and Gratia refused to allow her enemy to RuN aWAy. Even as the other girl attempted to move the sniper rifle into position, she was already in motion, dropping Valentinian back onto her belt before grabbing the end of Cian's weapon with her left hand, taking advantage of the time it had taken for her opponent to aim at her, pushing the muzzle away from her person. The heat of gunfire flying past her ear meant nothing to the Mistralese Huntress. What mattered was that she had entered what could be described as "knife-fighting" range. Here, the advantages provided to her eNEmY by the long-ranged weapon would be lost. Gratia squeezed down on the barrel, her strength continuing to be amplified by the aura she was passively stealing from Cian. It was an iron-clad grip, one that, if not broken, would result in Byakko suffering severe damage to its firing capabilities. She was, after all, getting stronger at an exponential rate as Bibere Vinum drained away at Cian's aura. "In lieu of recent events I am going to have to forfeit." Cian knew there was no way to win at this rate first of all her Aura was all but gone due to the semblance of Gratia which makes such matchups unfair due to the aura drain. Second in the position she was in there was no way for her to do anything. She was not meant to fight people close range it was a simple bad matchup more than anything. With a sigh and folding up her Byakko once more to a storage mode she holstered it on her back one more before climbing a few steps and resting once more in her seat. "There was nothing to do no matter how far I think ahead that spot was just no way for me to win" Cian muttered once more to herself as she waited for this "class" to end. That had been ... anticlimactic. Gratia dropped her weapons back onto her belt, tension and strength leaving her body as the effects of Bibere Vinum began to wear off. Her blood had been bubbling and simmering underneath her skin throughout the entire fight, but it seemed that somehow ... she had kept it from escaping. Still, it was honestly disappointing. She had desired so much more. Yet the Mistralese Huntress simply stuffed her hands back into her pockets, refusing to allow herself to show those emotions in her actions. Indeed, she merely seemed bored and aloof, as she usually was. Such a lacking fight. Evidently, Ms. Goodwitch shared Gratia's sentiments. "Another forfeit. If the situation was truly dire, and your health actually at risk, surrender would be a reasonable option. In a practice setting such as this, however, where the threshold for loss is the point at which students can even begin taking actual wounds, giving up so soon screams of a lack of determination. Both of you will be receiving penalties to your grades." Goodwitch cracked her riding crop against the arena railing in a decisive and impassive note of finality. "Next!" Wait, it had been a fucking group project?! . . . SON OF A BITCH!</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz --Yo that's some Luke's eye twitched irritably. It was one thing that Cian and Gratia's matchup had been potentially bad for either of them, and ended up giving the short end of the stick to Cian thanks to a questionable gameplan. That was something that could be worked on. They could iron out the kinks there. As was surrendering. Luke personally had no issue with it. Their teacher, however... "Or prudence," he muttered irritably under his breath, not wanting to cause a scene in spite of his disagreement. "Recognizing a situation where you're in over your head and pulling out..." Inhaling and exhaling deeply, he folded his arms and continued to watch. And that wasn't to mention penalizing both for one student forfeiting. What kind of class was this?</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Tsk The noise came fom Mokuren, irritably as she scanned the board in the combat class. Where she had come from, where she had been, why she had been shopping for clothes in a soup store, nobody knew. But, she saw her Super Mega Giga Arch-Nemesis paired off with someone who wasn't her. Or, was she? Mokuren looked at her tail, and the hugged it to confirm she was who she was, which she was. And that was good. She liked being her, but then, how would she know how much she liked being someone else if she had never been someone else? But then, she saw it. Ripper... Tearer... Slasher... Gouger. The Teeth in the Darkness, the Talons in the Night. Strength... and Lust... and Power, it was, a Fly! How could they walk across cellings like that wihtout falling down. Such things defied logic, common sense, and even Sanity itself! And then she also saw that she was paired with Skyra. Not really understanding, or caring to understand the rules, she skipped over to Skyra and sat down next to her. "Hey. How did you like the cheese?"</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn An eyebrow was raised at Moku's appearance next to her, still Skyra smiled at her new friend, who was, nevertheless, pretty difficult to understand. Not language wise, mind you. Just in thought processes and stuff. "Yep, but it was soooo freakin' much that I had to share it with my mates and there still was some left for breakfast this morning, which I promptly took care of." Still sporting her trademark tomboy-grin Skyra pulled out both Aurora Ravagers and put one on her lap. While the right hand was holding the sword, the left one pulled out a polishing cloth and started rubbing and cleaning the deactivated right hand sword with extreme care and visible love for the weapon. "So, we're supposed to fight, I think. But...", she shrugged still dutifully polishing her weapons, "I can't be arsed right now..."</s>	<\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren nodded happily as there was sufficent cheese for her new friend. And, she also shared it with the people in her room as well, which meant everyone had cheese. It was, quite literally, cheese for everyone. "Wonderful. I'll bring something else next time. Maybe.......I don't know. What do you like?" She asked, watching Skyra withdraw her weapons and then start to clean them, all lovely and nice and shiz. It must have been nice to care about your weapon, not that Mokuren disliked Sarasagi, but the question of where it came from still hung heavily on her mind. "Why are we meant to fight? Surely it was just a suggestion. 'You may fight if you want, or you can sit around and talk. I'm just a sign, not a police officer'. Nobody has to listen to signs"</s>
<\|description\|>Mokuren Sabella Age:21 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass. Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to. Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example. Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone. Color: Magnolia. Emblem: Uniquely, none. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly-The Fan Thanking Sapphire for the earplugs and putting them in, just as the music stopped, Oswald groaned. Of course. Whatever. As he was about to return the earplugs to their owner, he noticed the girl jumping off the roof. The one that he just teleported on top of. Looking at Gren with a somewhat forlorn expression, he sighed. "She could have just...ah, whatever, fuck this." Turning to the roof, Oswald stepped off, suddenly appearing on the ground next to a surprised student. "Teleported. Don't worry. Whatever." Making his way over to the congregation of students around the Professor, Oswald's entire body raged when he saw Cobalt carrying the kid bridal style. Worried that Sapphire would make the poor team leader cry, he jogged up and looked between the two. "Already got someone on his way. Sorry, Sapphire, but my Semblance ain't good for distance. Short bursts, maybe, but sustained movement isn't my thing. Cobalt, she's right. Can't fault ya for wanting to help, though. Long as we get this guy to the med bay soon, he should be alright. Probably. And yes, I know, she's a bit mean. Don't worry too much about it." Motioning at his team leader to help get the doors instead, Oswald ran over and yanked open the door, nearly tearing it off its hinges before realizing he was putting Aura into his movements. "Should remember not to do that."</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Rooftops "Haah? It was just some kid? Oh well...", was what he said, peeking out from the back and along some rooftops to get a first class viewing experience. It seems a few other students did too, Oswald he recognized as one of them, but he was careful to choose a position as to not be seen or noticed by them. Turned out to be a little strange this whole affair... Who was this kid even? Was that his semblance creating the noise? That's an awfully powerful semblance. In any case, Jack was quick to use this opportunity to skip class, and silently left the scene. The other students seemed to have this under control, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't interested. What was that kid even doing there first of all. How did he even get there? Why did no one notice him until now if he was the source of all that noise? Lots of questions, but he knew they wouldn't be answered immediately. He silently left the scene and disappeared until the next class would start.</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta of Seraphs@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN Cobalt Chideta "I'm trying aren't I! I'm not exactly experienced in carrying dying people you know!" Cobalt indeed did try to straighten the boy out as much as he could but it wasn't doing much good. He felt hurt by this girl's insinuations but now was not the time for crying. Cobalt handed the kid back to Professor Fullbuster as gently as he could and rushed to the doors. He opened the next set of doors after Oswald and motioned for Sapphire and Professor Fullbuster to hurry. He was being quite rude right now, but that didn't matter. This guy could die any second as far as they knew so etiquette was not at the top of his priority list. He realized Oswald had defended him and smiled a little. Maybe this team could work out after all.</s> <\|message\|>Delta Snow Beacon Tower - Changing Times Delta had to be practically taken by the hand up the tower while he was lost in a daze, completely engulfed in the drastic change of scenery. He probably wouldn't have even moved his legs at the faculty member's incessant commands if the music wasn't the only thing bounding him to reality. Now his gaze have shifted from greenery to the intricate layout of clockwork above, rhythmically grinding gears and cogs to uphold a physical elucidation of time. Aside from that, the office seemed pretty generic in general. It was what to be expected of the sanctum of a renowned academy headmaster. Well, that was not entirely true. There was one more peculiar aspect of the office that Delta hadn't overlooked. It was the very headmaster himself. From books and personal accounts of fellow soldiers in their student life excursions, most people in his position were known to be uptight, pretentious, and held firm to their belief and theirs alone. But this man had a different aura surrounding him. There was the sense of tranquility looming around him, filling the air so that it may be breathed into the lungs of those around him. His attire also deviated from stereotype, with a viridescent scarf wrapped loosely around his neck, an unzipped black suit, and shaded spectacles which seemed far too small to be usable. On top of that, he was tall. Very tall. He probably saw the world from a perspective nine inches higher than Delta. Ozpin briefly inspect the two before instructing them to collect their scrolls and then seek out their team leader, albeit the boy's ears nearly reverberated it as squad leader. The boy picked up his device in hand and instantly got into the motion of pecking at the screen. He already knew how such devices operated, so sifting through the academy's personal modifications was a synch. It was a bit of a challenge to hear him over the loud music, regardless of their current altitude. Though the way he finished his welcoming caused him to perk up. "...it will be time to begin." Delta and Eve exchanged glances then stared at the headmaster at unison. The student Delta's side must have been his teammate, although he didn't get a good look of the individual's character, he would surely have a chance later on. "Hey, Delta. There's something I want to talk to you about. It's about the mus-" Just like that, the perpetual rhythm, much like that of the clockworks overhead, suddenly came to an abrupt end. The only noise that filled the room now was a choir of ticking. The boy slowly slipped the scroll into his shirt's pocket and ambivalently paced his way over to the office's window, walking past the headmaster without the slightest of recognition. He stopped right before the massive pane of glass and gazed down at the landscape below. "Quite the view up here…" He noted in an absentminded tone, letting his eyes settle upon what seemed to be the source of the commotion. Quite the crowd of students had flocked to that side of the campus. Eve hoisted itself out of the pouch and leaped onto Delta's shoulder to get a better look. The familiar winced at what it saw, digging its face into the student's neck to obstruct its vision. This definitely wasn't an average day at an academy. Either that, or school life was more hectic than Delta had foreseen. "What did you see?" The boy nonchalantly asked. He could barely make out individual faces and features, all of them looked like ants from this height. What he could tell was that they were escorting something, or rather, somebody. "It wasn't pretty, to say the least." Eve managed to eek out, finally raising its head from the groove in Delta's neck, "As I am sure you have already guessed, that was the source of the 'music'. I singled out the decibel frequency and traced it to the source. I tried to tell you about it, but we had already arrived here by the time I was done with processing." As the popular trend went, semblances were reflections of the soul. "A canary stripped of the right to sing…" Delta mumbled as he stepped away from the window and turned around to face the headmaster, giving the man of the highest authority his iconic deadpan expression, "I guess Grane and I have enrolled during times of change. We will meet your expectations, and surpass them by far, sir." He wasn't one to speak for others, but seeing as dire times were at their doorstep, a dash of wishful thinking didn't hurt. Delta was about to gather his luggage and go out to search for their team leader, but as if on cue a student made a raucous entrance, panting uncontrollably with matted red hair hanging loosely. Eve was left dumbfounded at the sight, but as the student managed to force out some kind synopsis between breaths, the looks on the familiar's face only confirmed the statement. Delta took this chance to take out his scrolls and navigate his way to the team roster, where each of the member's profiles resided. He pressed a jutted fingertip at Robert's tab, which popped up what might as well have been a mugshot. Well, that made his job a lot easier. But introductions would have to be left for later. Delta walked over to his case and rolling bag and placed a grip on both of them, then motioned at the headmaster with a nod towards the door, "I believe you're needed, sir. We'll be right behind you."</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella After listening to Skyra giggle and compliment her, as well as clearly enjoying the food that the fox girl had brought out, Mokuren did something that felt unatural. Something she didn't think she was ever capable of, but did anyway, to the surprise of everyone in her head that was watching. She smiled. It was strangely less creepy than was originally thought, and it felt kind of nice. Then, comically missing the point, Mokuren shrugged when Skyra mentioned she was better equipped, not even noticing the groping going on. Groping was always going on in her head, so why not have some of her head out in the open as well? "My sword isn't that good. Sure it works well with my semblance, but I wouldn't say I am better equipped. We are both well equipped in our own respective areas"</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Wide eyed Skyra stared at Mokuren as the fox girl smiled. Something in her heart started to move and a stinging pain, which wasn't painful at all pierced through her innards as Skyra gazed into the face of that smiling girl. An aura she hadn't ever felt before. A strong red blush formed on her cheeks only enhanced by the embarrassment of losing her facade. Just a short while later she managed to gather herself again, but this time Skyra erupted into a hearty, honest laughter. Her rough, breathy, laughing voice rang loudly through the field and was even audible on the entire school grounds. "I didn't mean your weaponry at all!", Skyra wheezed after wiping away some of the tears from her enormously joyful eyes. "I'd say, the body is more important than one's battle utensils. You don't fight all the time and you still have to live in said body, am I not right?" Still happily smiling she pointed her finger from Moku's head over her torso, her hips and down to her feet. "In regards of fighting equipment you might not be as well equipped as I am, but as for your body, you're a lot better off than me, the tiny twerp of a girl with no defining features that clearly mark her as a girl." Skyra smirked, but then proceeded to hug Mokuren. "I'm happy to have met you, you're a cool girl and you're going to be a close friend, I can feel that much already!", she exclaimed happily with her wonderfully scratchy voice after she had let go of Moku.</s>	<\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren frowned, wondering if Skyra was having some sort of cat-fit. Maybe it was a furball? Mokuren's tail swished in an axious manner as she turned red, and then started making a loud, and strange noise that Mokuren would never have associated with laughter. But then, she wouldn't really associate much noise with laughter, she wasn't that good when it came to the associate game, especially when it came to anything in the realm of mirth. Eventually, however, Skyra recovered from her catty fit, and spoke, while wiping tears away from her eyes. Very cute eyes, Mokuren thought, much like the rest of her. "Ahh, yes. What is a sword, without the strength to wield it? What is a gun, without the skill to aim" Mokuren exclaimed, again missing the point. "I like your tiny twerp look. It makes you, you. And suits you very well, your whole twerpiness is good, like a bird with feathers. Or, a cat with a tail" Mokuren rather babbled, before being hugged. Then, while having Skyra's body pressed against her own, was the time for her own strange and rather worried noise. "Err, umm, baa..." She couldn't really find words for this huge wave of happy, friendly, kitty emotion coming from the woman. It was, to much for her. Error, error, system can not compute, shut-down imminent. Or so she would have said, if she was a computer. If she was a computer, her eyes would have turned blue, with writing scrawled across them, but she was a fox, so she simply stayed very still and squealed softly.</s>
<\|description\|>Mokuren Sabella Age:21 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass. Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to. Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example. Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone. Color: Magnolia. Emblem: Uniquely, none. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Delta Snow Delta Snow - "Is this really alright?" The question was still up in the air. A part of him was grateful that he could finally experience the possibilities of youth, but was it acceptable to move on from the now faraway days which embodied his past? He could have turned back. He could have never boarded or stepped off of that dropship and duly returned to service just like that. A slew of options which would result in him not winding up here presented themselves in his mind. The boy fell out of his trance at Robert's response, it caught him off guard, the last thing he thought the guy would answer. He was expecting something more personal, maybe a quirk people found really odd but he instead viewed it as a positive point. "Intriguing." Delta internally commented, his interest only grew when the team leader spurred on the conversation. He left it to Eve to formulate a response, waiting on standby to chime in. "Oh, Delta has served in the Atlesian Military for two years. His father's in the higher echelons of the armed forces command hub, so his starting at a young age was inevitable, and delved into arduous training throughout the entirety of his childhood." It sounded a bit cruel at first, the image of a fifteen year old serving alongside men twice his age, some relatives even considered it inhumane. "He may look like a walking twig, but he'll have your back, even when it's against the wall. I don't mean to brag, but he's hopeless without me~! Like a lost puppy drenched in the rain!" Eve began to chuckle at its own pun without remorse, until it slowly turned around to face a blank stare. "Heh...heh...pleasehavemercy." It was at that point did class finally dismiss, a signal denoting the next one soon to proceed, which he would hopefully be introduced and fully grasp the concept of. Delta tilted his head at his familiar, a minute gesture notifying his companion that it was time to go. Eve took a few moments to wallow and pout before it trotted its way across the desks and finally leaped into the pouch. The boy stood up from his seat and slipped on his hat in one fluent motion, savoring the chance to stretch out his arms. "Eve went a bit off track and forgot to answer your original question. I don't have any clinically proven phobias." Except for being flung into some social interaction where he had no footing whatsoever. He could already see the windy and contorted road ahead of him. "In requiem, I'm a sniper. At least on paper I am, but I can take vanguard any time you need. You can gauge me at your own leisure, you're the leader after all. I'll go on ahead and snag us a few seats. Who knows, maybe Eve'll get to know to know a few others students?" He briskly stated all of this without the slightest peep of emotion, only making a slight shrug at the last sentence before descending the flight of stairs leading to the exit. The grey-haired student suddenly came to a halt at the last step and turned on a dime towards his two team members. He briefly glanced at the two and opened his mouth again, "I guess the proper thing to say here would be… The best of luck to us in our future endeavors?" Delta peered down at his familiar, as if he was asking, "Did I do that right?" Eve gave the boy a warm smile and nodded in affirmation. Rather than saluting, he gave the two a sluggish wave before proceeding to the class ahead of them. Hopefully they would chat a bit among themselves, since Grane barely took part in the whole conversation. After grabbing another can of coffee, with the guidance of Eve, the boy trekked on to his next class. The question still echoed in his head, ceasing to incessantly repeat itself, hoping for a clear and resolute answer out of the very mind it originated from. A hailstorm of words could perfectly describe Delta right now. Uneasy. Uncertain. Anxious. But he also felt glad that he was at ease in these halls. He never had to factor in these emotions prior to his enrolling at Beacon. Upon entering the classroom, his ears already picked up gossiping of the event which occurred more than thirty minutes ago. Delta didn't get to bear witness to it first hand, but he would probably end up asking Eve to project it once classes were done for the day. History had been a cinch to him in the past, so he wasn't very perturbed about his current standing in the class. The only difficult part was finding a few empty seats, but there was a row lying completely vacant. He set his luggage down out of the way of inbound traffic and paced his way over to one of the seats, then treated himself to a sip of his drink while folding his arms over on the desk. "Wonder what's on the agenda for today?" He quietly asked himself, a way of practicing for an actual conversation.</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta- To History Cobalt walked towards History and nodded in agreement. "Whoever did that will pay for their crimes. I'm no man of violence, but I can make an exception when it comes to people like that." A crown had grown on Cobalt's face but he shook his head and smiled. "Anyways, I wanted to get a few things out of the way regarding our team. I feel like we all got off on the wrong foot after the incident last night, super sorry about that by the way." Cobalt frowned and looked at the ceiling. When he looked down he continued. "I don't know who your last teammate was and I don't think I can replace him. But I'll try my hardest to not screw anything up." Silence followed his words as he tried to think of what to say next. "I haven't given the best impression I'm sure but I'm not a screwup, I'm really not. I'm just a guy who puts way too much thought into things and is a bit softer on the inside than out. So let's start over." Cobalt stopped and reached out his hand to Oswald. "I'm Cobalt Chideta, newest member of team CODE. It's nice to meet you." He grinned and rubbed the back of his head with his other hand.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane, Yay learning. Krysthane wrote down the required homework in her planner and quickly made her was to history eager to see what the lesson was today. As usual it looked like everyone was bored before the lesson even began. Krysthane at the very least enjoyed history, and honestly most of her classes. Looking around for a seat she didn't really see anyone she recognized, Sephia was here but she was sitting with someone else and Krysthane didn't want to intrude so she found a seat by herself and set up her desk for the lesson, notebook already out, the music incident already forgotten.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Skyra sat up directly facing Mokuren. "You are pretty unique, yeah. To be honest, at first I thought of you as a pretty strange girl. I couldn't figure you out, but that was exactly what was intriguing for me. Until now, I was always able to figure people out, just by looking at them, but you're different. When I saw you the first time, I felt the need to explore you, to get to know you because you were different. That's why I even noticed you in the mass of people. Up to this day, I still don't understand you, but that is okay, we don't know each other very well." Yawning loudly Skyra stretched herself showing the entire extent of her flexibility and fitness. "Emotions are something awesome, aren't they? And you never really know what emotion it is exactly. Is it just friendship or is it love, is it just disdain or hate and so on. That's the appeal I feel towards emotions. But at the same time, I try to hide them from others, you know. To not be found out that my perceived bashfulness is not really all that real and stuff. That I might be a lot more girly than I let pass." She giggled. "Especially when I'm with you, I feel a lot more girly." A hearty laugh escaped Skyra's lips and she gave a quick hug to Moku again. "I think we should head back for classes again, shouldn't we?"</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom @Plank Sinatra @Krayzikk Sangue Naga - Math > History Sangue Naga blinked. Perhaps it was best to move Amaranth to a safer location. Maybe the infirmary would do, since a reason would probably be needed to skip classes. The problem was the some people needed to take notes, and she might have been better off staying awake in History class than Math. And she also found this a clever way to give her team leader a break as well, seeing how he had nearly fallen in battle against the dozens of ones and zeros. "The infirmary... It may be a good place to take her. If not, then maybe... a bench. Or any quiet place... would be good if you can explain things to the teachers." The red-haired woman packed her things as she turned to Lauren and Ben. "I will take notes in the next class. So don't... mind taking time in helping her." Sangue glanced at Amy one last time before walking to her next class. Her expression may have been idle, but her eyes had an obvious glint of concern for the Faunus's health.</s>	<\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren listened to Skyra, and felt her heart tighten with strange, alien emotions. She wasn't their biggest fan, and so she sprouted out a line that sounded perfectly fine in her head. "I don't like you" Mokuren then smiled softly, not having the faintest clue that she had put her foot in it, big time. She simply hugged Skyra back, and shrugged nonchalantly, feeling her insides swell with wonder at the laugh from Skyra. "Class is mostly just people speaking. Speaking is great for people who can speak, but all I can do is talk, so I don't see much point in it. Still, I should go. They get all hissy cat when I avoid to many of them" Mokuren stood, brushed off her nice ass, and then looked to Skyra, waiting for her to get ready.</s>
<\|description\|>Mokuren Sabella Age:21 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass. Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to. Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example. Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone. Color: Magnolia. Emblem: Uniquely, none. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Aura Control Class Advanced manipulation of one's soul, huh? To extend one's own self away from their very body to strike at the enemy, it was honestly a pretty snazzy, yet also incredibly intriguing, manner of combat. What would overexertion do to how someone perceived themselves? How would it affect their personality? It was really some food for thought, and the metaphysics that lied behind it all could be staggering. How did it all work? Why did they have souls? Why could they do the really cool 武术 with them? It was so strange. Yet also so incredibly awesome. Taidan thoughtlessly blew a long strand of pinkish-brown hair away from his eyes, reaching out with a delicate hand to brush his bangs to the side. His cheery, purple eyes ambled across the room, watching his fellow classmates partner up and get to work with testing out what Teach' had just showed them. It was fun, seeing how everyone's aura worked. The sparks and bright lights of people's souls drew quiet "oohs" and "aahs" from his mouth, his curiosity absolutely transfixed by the sights. It looked really fun, though everyone seemed to have already partnered up, like Boss V with that lynx girl (Jasmine, his mind supplied). Was nobody free? Naoko over there seemed a bit aimless. Maybe he should intervene. Large eyes transfixing themselves at the back of the other boy's head, Taidan's Semblance arm detached from his body, the intangible, invisible essence travelling down the rows of seats towards his fellow member in Team KNVS. It solidified at the hand, and gently began to ruffle at Naoko's greying hair.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – VGNB – History Class Vega arrived inside history class to seeing most of the seats had been filled. Looking around, she could not find Gratia or Napoli. Napoli most likely skipped class and Gratia picking up the new teammate as the replacement for Bianca. So, she sat down in the back of the class and opened up her scroll to messaging. She sent a text to Gratia. I'm in history class. Are bringing our new teammate? What's the person name? With that, Vega then focused on listening to Professor Oobleck speaking about history. -- Sarina Tala Dei – JSSC – Aura Control Class Pinpoint counter…hm as Vanhomrigh and Iderson demonstrated. The concept of Aura control was not foreign to Sarina. She experimented with her aura as a weapon before attaining Arbiter/Tormento and her semblance which seemed so long ago though. Pinpoint counter was an interesting concept and she could apply to her semblance defensive capabilities. Her class then went into partners for practicing pinpoint counter. Sarina didn't have any partner as she looked around. Banks had paired up with Gilver and her other teammates were not around. Sarina had a deep curiosity for Varius as she briefly looked at him. When she transferred to Beacon during her 3rd year, other students compared her to him as being similar and some people pressuring her to date Varius and go into relationship with him which she ignored. Either way, Sarina had some interest in knowing more about him since they are part of the same graduating class as she waited for a partner reclining near a wall.</s> <\|message\|>Valin Nash Valin - Midnight Squad Warehouse Valin made his way to the cardboard box, the thought of causing chaos was something that warmed his heart, confusion was just something that he excelled at doing! He lightly placed the tip of his shoe onto the edge of the box, and bent forward to grab one of the mask. He pulled out a reinforced clown mask, and he chuckled at the sight of the intimidating thing. "This will mask, this will do." Valin strapped it onto his face, this is actually a pretty well made mask, he might keep it after this heist, he could use some more clown mask. His attention soon turned towards the boy named Amber. Again, Valin didn't think much of the kid, it was just another person trying to hide themselves when they should be doing the opposite, youth is always the time to express one self. Guess Amber didn't really get it, but, Valin will learn his secrets and spread them to the world, then he can't hide anything anymore! Valin snickered under his mask as Amber asked the question if Violet would go on a date with her. He knew it was a long shot, but it was still funny seeing people flail around. True, Valin did hit on her, but that was more to get a response. And low and behold, he was shot down. Valin backed away from the cardboard box as Violet got near, raising his hands in the air like he was just about to be arrested. After she left, the grimy boy looked at Amber with a grin under his mask. He made a pistol with his fingers, and then fired it adding a sound effect into the taunt, "Call me on the radio when you need me to start, lover boy." Valin exited the warehouse, finally obtaining some fresh air compared to the burnt air inside of the stuffy building. He pulled off his mask, shoving into his backpack for later use and started to make his way to the hospital area to start some disorder in the streets.</s> <\|message\|>Naoko Kuma Naoko was completely unaware when something ruffled between his hair. He whipped around to see Taidan with his arm extended, seemingly using his signature semblance that Naoko never got quite used to. jokingly rolled his eyes as he walked over to his teammate. "You had any luck yet?" He asked. "I can't seem to focus it enough." Naoko explained. He then took a battle ready stance. "Shall we give it a go?" He asked, with a small grin on his face. "Want to try repelling first?"</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan Taidan leaned back into his chair, arms crossed behind his head. He shot his teammate a beaming smile, eyes clearly filled with his intent to attempt what the teachers had showed them. With Naoko's attention now on him, this was going all exactly to plan. "Of course!" he declared, before abruptly popping out of his chair, dropping himself into a defensive stance. He could feel his own aura already beginning to flow around him, its warmth both inspiring and comforting at the same time. It was like a low flame, burning slowly until time called for it to become a roaring tempest, the climax of a crescendo. Of course, here he would be repelling Naoko's aura, rather than becoming the very embodiment of a firestorm. Taidan's defensive capabilities weren't something he'd really explored a lot, but it should be fine, right? It wasn't as if he was going to take an Atlesian cannon straight to the face, after all. It was just a pal's aura. "Hit me with your best shot, Nao!"</s> <\|message\|>Grane Blauer Grane Blauer "A party? Damn bro, You just want me to violate parole huh?" Grane picked out a business card from his stack. It seemed professionally made, something he hadn't expected, but, what the hell. At least he was getting a party! sort of. It didn't seem as if class was starting anytime soon, the professor was MIA as far as he knew, so it was a perfect time to invite everyone. Grane began tossing cards on the desks of students present in history class. "Party coming up. Call my man Gren for more details!" He haphazardly threw cards and people, as if they were singles and he was the richest guy to have ever lived. "It'll be great! Booze, noodles, steak, blackjack, hookers, we're going to have it all! Grane soon had cards on everyone's desk, and took his own seat to prepare for class.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate If Doctor Oobleck noticed the ubiquitous business cards, the tangible tension between some of the students, or the drowsiness of a one-armed redhead, he took no notice. After appearing seemingly out of nowhere in a characteristic burst of speed, he wasted no time launching into a lecture concerning some of the earliest civilizations to have ever populated Remnant. He glossed over their societal norms, art, architecture, and accomplishments, peppering his conversation with questions to the students -often specifically, to keep some of the less-interested teens involved- and trying to narrow down potential thousands of years of history into clear and precise analysis. To be sure, those without drive to learn and discover would doubtlessly find his instruction yawn-inducing, but any student in their right mind would have to admit that this topic was fascinating. To look back across the ages and discover the roots of not only modern society and culture, but thought itself, was a valuable and insightful pursuit. Plus, to any still plagued by the thought of the silenced singer brought in earlier, a new topic might be a welcome distraction. It did not, however, last forever. Even as Oobleck drilled into the vaults of history, time itself ticked by, and before too long the class found the passing bell ringing through the halls again. With Combat, Math, and History out of today's way, there came again that magical time of day for all to rest and refuel, even if only for a little while: lunch. The cafeteria was open as usual, but after an installation during the weekend, a brand-new on-campus eatery called Deli N'Doul was open for business as well. Today's dishes in the cafeteria were fish fillets, two varieties of pizza, peas with carrot, buttery potato slices, corn-on-the-cob, macaroni, and the obligatory salad bar. Though one of the first ones into the huge room, Abel did not immediately make for any place in particular. He wanted to stick with his teammates or, if they'd already made plans for lunch as well as after school, wait for an informative message to pop up on his scroll. His head was still buzzing from all the history injected into it, but it wasn't a painful sensation. On his mind right now were two things: how exactly ancient cultures' ideas about the world might feed into contemporary ones, and trying to make himself seem cool and casual should Krysanthe appear. -=-=- food time has arrived. Enjoy!</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta-Lunch Cobalt calmly got out of his seat, with a little difficulty due to his size, and walked out of the room and to Deli N'Doul. He had heard some students talking about it as he walked through the halls, it sounded fairly alright. He questioned when they had went to it and decided they probably skipped on history. Cobalt pondered why anyone would skip such a delightful class and shrugged. Some people weren't that smart. He arrived at the Deli and ordered a table for four. He got out his scroll and texted his teammates to come on by if they wanted a free meal. Unfortunately he realized he had no idea what their numbers were. Oh wait, they were already in the scroll. Thank god the school gave him his teammates numbers, it would've been embarrassing if he had ordered a table for four and nobody showed up. He ordered some salad on the side and to drink he wanted a glass of water. He decided to hold off on the main course until everyone else got here.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Eyes wide open Skyra stared at Mokuren. She actually never heard what Mokuren said after the 'I don't like you' thing. Completely overwhelmed by Moku's statement Skyra sat there and just stared before, completely unwillingly a few tears escaped her eyes. No those weren't tears. A Skyra doesn't cry. The air was just way too dry... "You don't like me? Why are you sticking around me then?", she managed to croak out of her throat, her usual raspy voice making it sound a lot more hurt. "Are you just playing with me? I liked you..." Suddenly the barriers broke and Skyra down. "Every time I try to make friends this happens...", she whispered her crying face in her lap, knees kept tight to her chest.</s>	<\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren was unsure what was going ot happen after she admitted her true feelings. Super Sad Crying Skyra, was not on her list of possiblities though, and she was caught sorely off guard by the tears and hysterics. "Umm....I think I may have said that wrong. I don't like, what you do to me. Before you, life was simple. Just, 'wake up, hate people, eat cheese, go to bed'. But, you have propogated all these strange feelings and emotions in me and I don't understnad them. I don't know what to do with them, or if I will ever fail to return the way you feel about me because of my ineptitude with the whole thing. And, that, is why I said, what I said. In a very untactful manner. You make my life complicated and confusing" Mokuren finished, before wrapping her rather strong arms around Skyra. "If you want to leave me now, knowing I'll probably never be able to feel for you like you do for me, I'll understand. But, if you want to stick around and help me deal with this new life, then I would be most happy"</s>
<\|description\|>Mokuren Sabella Age:21 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass. Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to. Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example. Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone. Color: Magnolia. Emblem: Uniquely, none. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Cafeteria, Lone Table Venetia was certainly irritated today, if she was already resorting to cheap "wit" in order to response to whatever had bruised her ego (in this case, Gratia's laconic manner and abrasive tendencies). An obvious side effect of flying all the fucking way back to the motherland. Why did she even go back? What the hell could have needed their leader's presence on a school day? Gratia couldn't think of a single fucking thing. The huntress chewed away at her roll again, an aura of utter nonchalance and impassivity surrounding her and the table she was sitting at. The irksome chit chatter of the student masses around her seemed to flow away from the lone teenage girl. She was completely, utterly, alone. Gratia shot off a reply to Vignoble's leader. >What crawled up your cunt today that has you bitchier than a mongrel in heat? And she returned once more to her lunch.</s> <\|message\|>Naoko Kuma Naoko Kuma- Naoko looked at Taidan and gave him a sly smile. "If you say so T." He had a tendency of calling his teammates the first letter of their names. Just a little quirk he had. Then, without warning, Naoko went for Taidan. He attacked with his right fist with a single spear strike. Hopefully, creating a smaller surface area would make it more difficult for Taidan to focus his aura to reflect the attack. Although, if he could, Naoko would sure as hell squeeze every bit of information that allowed his partner to deflect the attack.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Fallout Groaning at the suddenly booming group of people, Oswald delivered a lopsided smile to Gren's announcement. While he enjoyed the trip to Sapphire's uncle's bar, he was neither up for a rerun, or for any other recreational activities that night. Turning to Shirou and Gren, Oswald shook his head. "I'll have to skip out on this one. Got my share of song and booze last night." Turning to Sapphire, he couldn't help but laugh a bit. "Looks like you're in over your head with this one." Diamond's response to the situation with Cobalt was...to be expected. He was a bit surprised at the venom with which she spoke, but they'd hardly met on good terms. He understood the girl's reluctance to blindly follow another person after their mission. "She might be able to use a little restraint and tact as well....but she isn't wrong. One errant shell got a few dozen people killed. The members who are no longer here killed all but one of them, I believe. Diamond kept her hands clean of it all, as she was on reconnaissance when the first shot went out." Sighing at the realization that he wasn't going to escape that line of thought any time soon, he leaned back in his chair. "That's why. I don't know exactly what living on the streets was like for her, but the prickly pears tend to have reasons for their thorns. It just takes a careful hand to avoid getting stabbed."</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Lunch "..." Sangue observed Lauren carefully, then decided to keep silent. She gave a small nod at Lauren's statement, and though she wanted to cheer her up somehow, Sangue had to keep in mind that cheering people up was the last thing her confidence could drive her to do well in. The red-haired swordswoman looked up to her side, only to find her team leader, Benjamin Lloyd, sitting next to them. "Hello, Ben," Sangue greeted, her idle tone never fazing. She did feel happy that her team leader popped up. The more teammates that were around her, the better she felt, for some reason; especially of the leader himself was around, as that meant the team would be more prepared for sudden situations that occur out-of-the-blue. Hearing that Amaranth was doing well, Sangue's concern for Amaranth's health turned into a longing to see the Faunus. Though Sangue did not know much about Amaranth aside from knowledge she acquired from brief conversations between her teammates, she still considered her teammates' healthy conditions to be a higher priority over any mission. It was a shame that she did not know how to transfer the thought into a message without making it sound like a formal speech. The red-haired woman glanced at Ben's food, then at her food. Then she took a look at Lauren's food, then at Ben's food, and then her own again. "..." Sangue carefully took another bite out of her pizza. @Plank Sinatra</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta Cobalt sighed and tossed his wallet on the table. He cursed lightly under his breath and began to speak. "Pay for whoever needs to be payed for Oswald. I have to go take care of this." He had fully expected something like this to happen, but not in front of so many people. This was going to take some work to fix. Cobalt pushed his chair out and walked towards where Diamond had run off to. It took a little running but he caught up to her quickly. "Is there any particular problem you have with me? I get it, I fucked up last night. I'm trying to fix it okay! I payed for like, five people just now so I could try and make up for my mistake!" He was yelling now and getting quite frustrated. He took a deep breath and sighed. "I didn't ask to be the leader you know, if I had been listening when Headmaster Ozpin said I was then I sure as hell would've declined. Do you want to be leader or something? I can make that happen. Probably." He wasn't too sure about that last part actually. He would have to talk to Headmaster Ozpin about that one. "Oswald told me the whole story. I'm not gonna claim I'm any better or worse than your last teammate. I'm going to be the best that I can though. But I can't be that best unless I have a team to back me up. I'm not asking to be friends, although I do want to be. I'm asking for another chance. So can we please start over? I'm Cobalt Chideta, it's nice to meet you." Cobalt reached his hand out and smiled.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Outside the Deli To be honest, Diamond did not expect Cobalt to to try and fix this in any way at all. She was surprised he did, and so quickly - so far he struck her as the type that would be silently brooding over his failure. Alright, plus point for you. the girl thought, stopping to actually listen. She swiveled slightly away as Cobalt yelled his frustration out, but kept a straight face despite thinking it rude and not exactly the proper tone to use when 'trying to fix it'. She was a little conflicted about the next part. It made her feel a little bad about herself for snapping at Cobalt like she did when he didn't even want the position, and yet she felt justified, hearing as he didn't even paid enough attention to the headmaster himself, missing a rather critical information. Her composure broke when Cobalt asked her if she wanted the leadership, her eyebrows shooting up. Sighing, Diamond hung her head and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Look... For what it's worth, I'm sorry for snapping at you at public. Maybe a learning point for both of us to have these conversations behind closed doors next time. And no, this isn't a power struggle or some shit like that. I have been relying on only myself right up to starting my studies here. It is... hard to trust someone to make decisions for me. Including the headmaster making one about who's going to be the man making them for me. That doesn't mean I feel qualified to make them for others myself, quite the opposite. But I meant what I said - if you can convince me you have what it takes, I will follow you to battle regardless of what I might personally think of you, so consider yourself still on the first chance in that area." Diamond explained. She didn't take the offered hand though. "But as far as personal things go? I'd rather be actually shot at than just stare down the barrel of a gun, even more so when I'm home, wearing bloody pajamas. You don't even realize how lucky you are you managed to scare me frozen. I would have likely hurt you right there on instinct." Diamond said in an angered tone, her arm flying up to Cobalt, and all of a sudden the man had the blade of a jet-black knife pointing at his stomach to prove her point. Dissolving the weapon back into her own shadow, she looked away: "That's nightmare fuel I won't soon forget. So I'm sorry, but I don't feel like being buddies, or even too comfortable being around you if you have that little impulse control." she finished and started walking again.</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Aura Control Class What was aura? The lifeblood of all beings, the power of the soul that every creature but the terrible Grimm possessed within them? For all that humanity relied upon it, there was so much that they had yet to learn, so much that waited out there for them to delve deep into. The amount of potential knowledge was so vast, but in the end, here, at this very moment, Taidan cared little for what the mysteries of aura could offer him except for what pertained to his current interest. That was, of course, blocking Naoko's attack. Aura always seemed as if it could do anything, a powerful form of energy that could be manipulated by people for all sorts of purposes. But there were limits; it was the power of the soul after all, and so it would be the owner of that soul who would decide what their aura could do. A relaxed dude and dudette would have a pretty flowing, untouchable type of aura, and they'd probably wouldn't have a hard, rocky wall of immense defensive power that maybe a stubborn workaholic cop could utilise. He himself, as a cute, fiery guy, wouldn't have had any of that. He was fiesty, energetic, burning like the sun that gave them all life! Even as he breathed and cycled his aura around his body, he could feel the sparks, the crescendo of heat and fun in his blood that was so utterly him. Though that did bring into question the matter of how static his soul was. What if he, the ancestors forbid, became a boring, lazy husk of a person? Besides being yuck and horrifying, what would it do to his aura? It did stem from his soul after all, but how malleable was the soul by the stuff he did in life? How much of his personality was influenced by it? Where did nature end and nurture begin? Was he always going to be such a cuddly guy? Would he one day no longer be the raging firestorm? His aura spiked, energy seemingly rolling of him in waves as he met Naoko's attack with a finger. The fire in his blood screamed, rushing towards that single point and condensing into a visible, golden-orange glow. This was Taidan's soul. A scorching power that found Naoko's fist exactly.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn "Nooooooooo!", Skyra flailed and fake-shouted. "Not my tomboy image!" Another fit of laughter arrived and shook her tiny body. It took a while for this fit to cede and after that Skyra looked right into Mokuren's eyes and with a serious, but still somewhere joking, voice she stated: "I already wear a skirt in combat... and here in school, too, with that uniform. I don't need no dress!" While still that close, Skyra breathed in and caught a whiff of Moku's lovely, foxy smell. How did she manage to smell that nice all the time? That thought, though, was for another time, since her scroll beeped. "Huh... Krys is inviting me for lunch... to this new deli place or something...", she looked up from her scroll and sized up Mokuren for a minute until she, suddenly excited again, spurted out: "Wanna come with me? Eat a nice lunch? Don't worry about the money, I'll invite you."</s>	<\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren watched Skyra flail as her tom-boy image was mercilessly destroyed, and twirlied an invisible mustache, laughing evily out loud. "HahaHAhaha" However, all joking and laughing aside, she managed to retain some shread of sanity when Skyra spoke. "Ohh, a skirt is no good. It has to be a beautiful dress, one that flows and makes you look so beautiful" Mokuren explained, her nose bleeding as the prospect of such an attractive sight. Then, on a stray bit of wind, Mokuren caught Skyra's scent in full, and it made her happy. This girl, this faunus, smelled so good, for whatever reason it was, Mokuren wasn't about to complain. What she did do, however, was advance on the girl and nuzzle her neck, but only for a few seconds, since she was interupted by bleeping. "Die foul bleeping thing!" She exzclaimed, before Skyra dealt with it. Apparently, it was an invite to lunch, with Skyra. Skyra inviting to lunch. Skyra Lunch! Swiftly imitating a tomato in colour, Mokuren bit her lip hesitently for a few seconds, and then nodded. "I...like that idea. It's a date!" She declared with great vigor, only to freeze when she heard what she had actually said, and remain stiff, awaiting the judgement of Skyra.</s>
<\|description\|>Priscilla Montgomery Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Priscilla's weapon is called _Beauty's Thorn_. It's a very simple weapon that transforms into three kind of styles. Big Hammer Mode, Katana Mode and her all time favorite, the rifle. There isn't much information about the weapon but that it's just bad as, seriously. Specialty: Priscilla is all about aiding her team and sometimes doing the plans. She isn't the BEST fighter of the team BUT the girl can fight. Priscilla mainly is to protect her teammates with upcoming attacks, like for example by putting up a force field around her teammate, or taking the hit for her team. That's what Priscilla's role is about, aiding her team, other words the defense. Oh she is also good at medical, doesn't have healing powers but she could make someone feel good by actually using medical items. Semblance: Priscilla's semblance is a more defensive semblance. She uses pink colored force fields to shield her team or deflect attacks. At times this power could also be offensive but she barely uses this semblance as offensive. At times she could but only in emergencies or when herself or her team are in big trouble. This force field offensive attack is actually sending a force field flying towards the enemy, making that enemy fly away or trapped inside the force field. Personality: Priscilla is the sweetest and kindest girl a person could meet. She is extremely loyal and will always protect those who she loves. She is very loud and outgoing, loves to run around and be active. At times Priscilla can be a downer and usually not be the person that she is, and that is because at times, She thinks that with her personality she may bother some people and they calling her an annoying girl. It has happened before. Priscilla can be shy and quiet around people she doesn't know OR in a big crowd. But other than that, she is helpful to her friends. Will do anything to help them out and protect them at any cause and she will always be there for them if they need her. Oh! And Priscilla is a very brave girl when it comes to fighting, her personality is still the same, happy and laughter but in combat she focuses to get things done. Color: Pink Emblem: Priscilla's emblem is plain and simple. It's a pink heart with a katana marked in the middle. Simple right?</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren's mental durability was snapped at the hearing of her nickname 'moku-moku'. Her future meal was babbling, but by now she couldn't even understand what he was trying to say. "Isn't a nickname supposed to be shorter, or easier to say than the original name?" she muttered out loud, before looking to the other man. "You are crazy, and you speak out of your ass" She stated bluntly, before turning to walk off. "i'm going into town now, there are things I need to do" She told the group, turning and stiffly walking away. The craziness of this group was going to be the death of them. She wasn't sure she could handle then even when she wasn't fighting the urge to kill them.</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni sighed dreamily as Mokuren walked away angrily. He was defiantly into her, he liked the angry, I wanna kill you now types. Unfortunately, Geni had a feeling that if she had not left, something bad may have happened. Geni had a knack for doing stuff like that, pushing people over the edge, but nothing had ever sent shivers down his spine. He would have to work on that, find away to get past that hard exterior and find away into that soft interiorof hers, if she had one. Geni had to wonder what she was going into town though, were they not supposed to get ready for bed? It was getting pretty late. But if anything happened, Geni knew that she could handle it, she had handled the Salamander Nest fine, so anything in the city would be like child's play for her, at least that's what he hoped. "Bye beautiful!" He yelled as she disappeared for view. "Im going to head for the dorms, long day tomorrow." He said to the rest of his teammates as he walked away, tomorrow would defiantly be a long day, for his fellow students.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren finished his long winded speech by putting away the snacks he had brought. It was getting late, and no doubt Kuhaku and Sapphire needed to recover still. Sapphire seems to be in a slightly better temperament, but more improvement could always be done. But not today. As he was going to help up he saw Kuhaku drop his cake, his napkin dramatically shattering on the floor somehow. "Shiro?" Gren walked towards his partner who was cowering on the floor. This was obviously not good, less so when Shiro started to arm himself. He was in no condition to leave seeing that he was still mentally disturbed. "Shiro, please hold on...." And that's when Kuhaku flung himself out of the window that Gren had used to enter. Sapphire tried to give chase but her injuries prevented her from doing so. She handed Gren a syringe full of sedative, which Gren was hesitant to accept. He had no idea what sort of dosage was needed for it to work on Kuhaku, and he knew if he used too much... Kuhaku may never wake up. But he did take it as a last resort. "I'll keep in touch." And than Gren threw himself out of the window as well, with much less grace than Kuhaku did. He simply landed on his feet, burying himself knee deep into the ground. But he didn't let that stop him as he pulled his feet out and hunted down Kuhaku. Luckily for Gren all he needed to do was follow Kuhaku's path of destruction. He must have gotten tunnel vision from how narrow his path was. Gren activated his Semblance to reduce the friction underneath his feet once he got his momentum and more-or-less slide after Kuhaku. Crushed grass and the sound of snoring was all Gren needed to find his partner asleep in the grass. His face was concerned, but also serious. He dared not wake Kuhaku up. Who knows what sort of thing he might do. Seeing that his partner was armed where Gren wasn't however, all he could do was put his helmet on in the even Kuhaku tries to hit him in the face or something. Than gently, Gren tried to pick up Kuhaku and bring him back to their dormitories. He'll need Abel to watch over him while Gren gets the medical equipment to ensure Kuhaku makes a full recover. Whatever was in those IV's must have been keeping him sane, and if he needed that oxygen mask he just have lost control of his lungs at some point too. Gren sighed as he tried to think what other measures he'd have to take to ensure that Kuhaku doesn't inadvertently endanger himself.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku felt himself be lifted off of the ground, being carried away. Opening his eyes slightly he tried to see who it was, too exhausted and drained of strength to be able to struggle and fight. In an odd state between wakefulness and slumber, he was able to open his eyes enough to see Gren's face. His face coming through clearly against the still-blurred background of his partially-impaired vision. A slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips, he reached a paw out and placed it right on Gren's face. In his sleep-drunken stupor, his glazed eyes seemed to recognize him. "Gren.." his smile grew wider. He seemed to recall something funny and laughed weakly. "Dat figh...in da tun...nel...'swas fun, innit?" He sighed and closed his eyes, words slurring slightly. "We ok...dun fel ba..d..." He laughed musically and patted the front of Gren's face, his paw still on it. "Saphy...she..." His words trailed off, unfinished. With the flip of a coin, his mood changed. His face twisted in agony as he clutched at his chest with his other paw, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. "I'm sorry..." he sniffled, choking out the words. "I forgot you all." Sniffling, he removed his paw from Gren's face. Just as quickly as his mood changed, it changed once more. Ears flattening, tail curling around his own leg, he balled himself up and pressed himself closely against Gren for warmth. Making a grumpy sound and frowning, he muttered "You're cold. Not very..warm" He then yawned, quickly falling back into a deep sleep. Snoring lightly, his body eventually relaxed. A playful smile on his face he uttered one last comment, "'Swas fun..."</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate As soon as Shiro began to move, Abel stood up, and not just to avoid the shards of cheap china and splatter of cake. Of course, he wanted to help, but he had never experienced anyone with this problem before. Back at the edge of Vale, on the walls near the town of Palisade, people with mental problems were few and far between. Abel had always avoided them; it was easier to simply ignore those unfortunate souls and let the more qualified attend to them, rather than try to get involved and expose himself to helpless worry. A couple courses of action flitted through his mind: he could shout really loudly, or strike Shiro, to jar him to his senses., or he could restrain him or try to talk him down. When the faunus grabbed his weapons, Abel wisely decided that taking physical action probably wasn't a good idea. Looking all the world like a terrified animal, Shiro jumped straight out the window. Abel took an instinctive step to stop him, but the faunus was already through the aperture before the guardian could lay a hand on him. His frown deepened, and he allowed Sapphire to push past him to get at the window. She's not seriously thinking about jumping...? he wondered, incredulous. Forgetting his unhappiness with the girl, he reached forward to grab her if she attempted it, but she quickly turned away. Sapphire was the last person that Abel expected to start taking charge of the situation, but for the first time since they met, she did her job. Relieved that the girl might not be a lost cause after all, Abel crossed his arms and listened to her with his signature serious expression. As she outlined her plan, Abel considered Shiro a little more. Was he losing his mind, or was this simply an unavoidable side effect of his semblance? If the latter was the case, Abel was truly sorry. Such a power was more a curse than a blessing. The obvious conclusion, however, was that Shiro used his semblance knowing what it would do to him, because he cared about his teammates. That was something Abel would have to work hard to repay. When Sapphire was done, and Gren had defenestrated himself, Abel nodded to her and dived out the window headfirst. While plummeting, he swung his mass around in a crude somersault. The landing strategy was simply, but for almost anyone else, it would have been very painful. Abel hit the ground with his upper shoulders force, turning the impact into a roll that put most of the force on his broad back. There was a popping sound, but it was nothing more than that, a pop. Anything truly threatening was shielded by his aura, and as he brought himself to his feet, Abel could feel the electric tingling moving through him. He paused momentarily to get his bearings, during which he noticed the holes in the ground where Gren had partially embedded himself. Heavy man, even without armor. Then, he took off, moving with strides large enough to keep pace with smaller, technically faster hunters. Without a friction-controlling semblance, he had a harder time navigating the area. By the time he spotted his target, Shiro was already held over the shoulder of Gren. Relieved to have found him so quickly, Abel pulled out his scroll and dialed Sapphire. "Gren found him. We're coming back now to put him to bed." He paused. It didn't seem like he was doing enough to help. Then he remembered. "Rather, we're taking him back to the room. Forgot about the whole phobia thing you mentioned. See you tomorrow, I guess." With Gren by his side, he reentered the main building, holding the door open. As Gren passed, Abel got a close-up look at Shiro's face. There was a strangely peaceful smile there. Though it didn't make the guardian smile in return, it gratified him to finally know for sure that everything was going to be okay. "Poor fellow," he remarked, and the small group trekked to the official Team Swansong dorm.</s>	<\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery Priscilla looked at Robert as she smiled at him when he gave her the piece of cookie. She gladly grabbed the other half of the cookie and dipped it slowly into the milk, ofcourse because she was gentle. The milk didn't spurt out like he did earlier on. As they continued to eat their food, she saw that Robert actually wanted to leave. It made her a bit sad because she wanted to spend time with him, but they did need to go back to the dorms to see what was up for tomorrow. As they finished eating, Priscilla nodded at Robert. "Sure. Let's bring them some hamburgers with fries, since that's what boys usually like right? I mean, I'm just saying. Or Pizza. There's pizza there. I should bring an apple for myself." she said standing up and throwing away her food on the garbage and walking back towards Robert, smiling at him. "Off we go, Leader." giggle.</s>
<\|description\|>Priscilla Montgomery Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Priscilla's weapon is called _Beauty's Thorn_. It's a very simple weapon that transforms into three kind of styles. Big Hammer Mode, Katana Mode and her all time favorite, the rifle. There isn't much information about the weapon but that it's just bad as, seriously. Specialty: Priscilla is all about aiding her team and sometimes doing the plans. She isn't the BEST fighter of the team BUT the girl can fight. Priscilla mainly is to protect her teammates with upcoming attacks, like for example by putting up a force field around her teammate, or taking the hit for her team. That's what Priscilla's role is about, aiding her team, other words the defense. Oh she is also good at medical, doesn't have healing powers but she could make someone feel good by actually using medical items. Semblance: Priscilla's semblance is a more defensive semblance. She uses pink colored force fields to shield her team or deflect attacks. At times this power could also be offensive but she barely uses this semblance as offensive. At times she could but only in emergencies or when herself or her team are in big trouble. This force field offensive attack is actually sending a force field flying towards the enemy, making that enemy fly away or trapped inside the force field. Personality: Priscilla is the sweetest and kindest girl a person could meet. She is extremely loyal and will always protect those who she loves. She is very loud and outgoing, loves to run around and be active. At times Priscilla can be a downer and usually not be the person that she is, and that is because at times, She thinks that with her personality she may bother some people and they calling her an annoying girl. It has happened before. Priscilla can be shy and quiet around people she doesn't know OR in a big crowd. But other than that, she is helpful to her friends. Will do anything to help them out and protect them at any cause and she will always be there for them if they need her. Oh! And Priscilla is a very brave girl when it comes to fighting, her personality is still the same, happy and laughter but in combat she focuses to get things done. Color: Pink Emblem: Priscilla's emblem is plain and simple. It's a pink heart with a katana marked in the middle. Simple right?</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni's tail flicked around agitatedly, this faunas was kind of weird. Although Geni had made it a rule not to judge people, it was kind of hard to do so when the guys you set next to looked like he wanted to bite the hell out anything that moved. Geni a mental note not to make this guy is mad, it might be the end of him. "Interesting weapon it is." He said nervously. "Your weapon looks like a real killer, mind if I take a swing." He said with a smile. This Tiger Faunas was the first faunas he had a real calm conversation with since the Mokuren incident. He hoped that this conversation would turn out better than the last one. Geni then noticed another faunas in the room, and this time it was a girl. Geni had unusually bad luck with girls, but that did not stop himself from flirting or talking to them. "Excuse me for one moment." He said to the tiger faunas before he could respond to his earlier request. He stood up and walked over to the woman's table. She was an unusual faunas, she was kind of like a bird, that was different, and she was dressed well for a student. "Hello, my name is Geni, but you can call me Genie." He said holding his hand out for her to shake. "Your a new student, huh, well, I guess a new, new student." He said jokingly.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson She said yes! She said yes! Robert had to use all of his self-control to keep himself from jumping up and down in excitement, and verbally expressing it as well. He almost couldn't believe it. The only physical sign of his almost overwhelming joy was the ridiculous grin he had on his face. As Priscilla wrapped her arm around him he wrapped his arm around her with his free hand, since he was still holding his uneaten food. Robert then noticed that Priscilla was eyeing his food. He offered it to her, but not without spinning a joke out of the situation. "Here, take what you want, Ms. I'm-so-angry-that-I'm-going-to-throw-all-of-my-food-away-in-a-fit-of-rage." He laughed just to make sure that she knew he was teasing her and not making fun of her. The bell suddenly rang, the noise so loud that it cut off any thought that Robert was having of saying another bad joke. "Please tell me you have Grimm Studies with Mr. Port, too. I'd hate to have to walk their alone," he said, his tone sounding like a mixture of forced sadness and suppressed laughter. Never mind, it appears that nothing can stop Robert from expressing his horrible sense of humor.</s> <\|message\|>Victor Glade Noticing that no one seemed to be burning bridges Victor relaxed a little, "Sure, I guess I can forgive you but I don't know about Victor, he's probably hurt after you offended his great captain." Victor had to raise an eyebrow at Rayna's retort and had to cover a laugh with a cough when she winked at him. Returning Rayna's food to her Victor was almost offended that she had to ask if he had her food "Of course I do, I wouldn't be doing a good job of guarding your stuff if I had left it unguarded would I? Anyway, if I can speak frankly, maybe we should avoid poking the wasp nest for a while? Give it some time let the little storm blow over and then we can repair bridges... although there is something to be said about rivalries and grudges." Returning to the lunch table Victor sat down next to Rayna and started eating. He was getting a bit annoyed since he didn't want to eat with his robotic arm, he just had to clean it later. After ten minutes of relative silence and a lesson in annoyance Rayna spoke up "Do you think that gung-ho Rampaged leader has a thing for Priscilla?" "I don't know, probably? It's interesting, but of no immediate use to us as far as I can tell." grabbing a napkin Victor started meticulously cleaning his prosthetic arm. "I'm so glad that I have Armory next, they'll have proper maintenance tools, right?" as he asked this the bell rang for the next class. Standing up Victor stretched "Well off we go. Hopefully I can fix what I need to." pausing Victor looked around and asked his teammates "Where are you all heading next?" Victor waited, not wanting to be rude and feeling that they should go together when they could.</s> <\|message\|>Merlin "Tarot" Taupe Merlin quickly inhaled the last bit of food that was left in his tray in completely silence. He didn't find himself particularly interested in the conversations around him and found no real reason to interject any of them. He did, however, give a small smile as Ivan got 'told' and stormed out. Merlin looked at the time and found he had plenty of time left to meander about. He stood up, walked to a trash can, and tossed whatever inedible object that were left on his tray away. He then walked out of the cafeteria and took a nice walk. It had been forever since Merlin had been so relaxed. He let out a long sigh of relief. He hasn't really had anytime to relax lately. Nobody to blame but himself, he has spent many of his waking hours practicing and studying to enhance his abilities even farther. Combat isn't something that comes naturally to him, and he has to spend a lot of time theorizing, practicing, and implementing it. Merlin continued to live in his own head as he walk the grounds of Beacon. It wasn't until he heard the bell in the background, signalling the end of lunch, that he snapped out of it. He pulled out his scroll and searched for the name and location of his next class. "Grimm Studies, huh? Well, I hope there are live specimens for us to examine." He said with a hint of excitement in his voice. He then put his scroll away and zoomed off to his next class. He walked into the classroom and noticed that not everyone has arrived. This left quite a few open seats to choose from. Merlin gave off a small smile as he walked though the sea of desks. He decided to stop and sit at a desk that had two openings on both ends. He took off his cloak and laid it behind him. He then leaned back and waited for class to start.</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson groaned a little seeing how he just asked Pricilla out of the blue right after she got upset. Damn It! Greyson was a little angry not knowing that it was that easy to do it! Greyson took a breath and finished his food calming down slightly so the others wouldn't notice, right now Greyson needed to get to the next class which was grimm studies hoping against hope that Pricilla will be their with him without Robert but it was unlikely considering that their were only two classes to take for 4th period and Greyson didn't see any reason to go and be in the Armory class when his blade was badass all on its own. When Greyson heard that Robert was going to grimm studies though his hope fell right down the toilet. Greyson sighed a little and put on a smile "well guys I think we should be heading to class, by the way Robert I got grimm studies to so why don't we head their?" Greyson said hoping he will get Robert away from Pricilla at least for a little bit by trying to get him away from Pricilla, Greyson felt like he loved Pricilla but Damn it if Greyson wasn't a coward when it came to women. He could take on that giant bull with a laugh and a smile but when it came to women he froze in his tracks, damn that was sad...</s> <\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein "No problem. That is quite a youth." Marcus commented as he grabbed a sandwich off his plate. He nodded towards the others. "Excuse me, I need to take a different route to class." he apologised and left in a different direction. Armory class was situated next to the large general purpose shooting range. This had a few benefits that ranged from a good view outside to a place to try out new creations somewhat safely. Most importantly for Marcus the classroom had a large hangar door that lead to said shooting range. The normally ferocious roar of Unsubtle's engine was reduced to a deeper, throaty growl as he slowly guided it across the grounds. Marcus stood upright in the turret, poking his head out of the top hatch as he rode. The doors were technically large enough to fit through but on either side there would be barely a hand's width to spare. Only once he was parked inside and no longer threatening to run over important things like walls or other students did he take a good look around. He was at one end of a massive room, with a set of workbenches between Unsubtle and the classroom proper. At the classroom end he could spot Oswald, Geni, and several others. Notable surprises were Shiro and some new girl with a rather interesting choice of clothes. He busied himself with clambering out before his stare could be interpreted as rude. Taking the seat next to Shiro that was not yet occupied he nodded towards the faunus. "G'day. Interesting weapon set, they combine?" he said by way of opening. Slots in the shield appeared a match for several bumps in the non bladed edge of the sword, however Marcus would need to get a look at the internals to figure out the exact mechanism.</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren waltzed into the Armory class, quite literally. She liked dancing, almost as much as she liked stalking her prey before devouring them entirely. This class, while nothing to her usually, was where Geni was learning how to stave off death for another day. Mokuren didn't need to learn about armory, she had Sarasagi and it was a perfect weapon, for slicing up irritating people who was so stupid and pampered. She entered the room, spotted her target, and stalked up to him with as much feline grace as a Fox could muster. She swished her tail a bit after she arrived, and stared at him. Her tail was so adorable that it would distract anyone who cared to stare deep into it's furry beauty for any longer than a moment. Brandishing Sarasagi very obviously, she spoke. "Good morning Geni. How are you?" She asked, like a fox asked a chicken before the chase began.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd The thoughts that passed through Ben's head could best be termed as dull bemusement. He had been settling into his seat and digging out something to take notes on when Sangue appeared, taking a seat right next to him. Without much warning, or comment. The team leader was still a moment. Then he blinked, and his normal behavior resumed, almost as though nothing was even remotely unusual. He set his notebook on his desk and glanced at Sangue, nodding. "That's part of its purpose. Don't remember how the course descriptor said it, but it's supposed to teach us to understand what it is we're supposed to fight." Scrawling the date in the upper right of his notebook he paused again, giving her a slight grin. "You're Sangue, right? I don't think we've been introduced, formally, at least." "Hey Trad." He raised a hand in greeting at the second member of BAST, smiling cheerfully. He was, to be honest, pretty aware of what was going through Trad's head. Were it Amy, or anyone else really, he might have made a joke along the same lines. But, unexpected though it was, this was the first time Sangue had really spoken to any of them all day. Probably the best opportunity to establish a relationship he'd get.</s>	<\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery Priscilla totally knew that Robert was happy and that he wanted to jump up and down from excitement but by the way he looks, he was controlling it. It was a disappointment because she wanted to see how he reacted, probably was adorable or something. But she wouldn't worry, he is gonna have to show her his adorable side sooner or later. So that reaction that he was holding within, it had to be let out. Yeah, Priscilla was hungry, hello she raged and threw away her food. Very regretful. "Hey! I was only raging because of what she said. No no no, it wasn't because of what she said. I just didn't want to see her...! For godsakes, Robert my underwear was showing! Half of the people saw it, I think." her panties were colored pink, clearly because she loved that color. As they were walking, she reached for an apple from Robert's tray and as soon as she placed it on her mouth, the bell rang. Crap...she took a bite out of it, turning her head and seeing Greyson there. "Hey Grey! Yeah, I have Grimm Studies as well. So we all go! Come on!" Priscilla nodded taking another bite as she winked at Robert, now walking ahead of them to her classroom.</s>
<\|description\|>Daniel Day Dalton Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: - Dragon's Fang: a straight double-edged short sword. The blade is black, with a white line in the middle. The blade can be set ablaze, which also causes the white line to turn red. The blade can also launch the flames from the blade as a fireball, which consequently extinguishes the blade, but it can easily be reignited. - Dragon's Claw: Also a black blade with a white line in the middle, and can be set ablaze, but this blade is a hand and a half sword, single-edged and curved. Like the short sword, its white line turns red when set ablaze and can shoot fire, but unlike the short sword, it shoots the fire as a flamethrower. Both are capable of absorbing flames, whether from each other, an explosion, etc. The stronger the flame, the more power it absorbs, and vice versa. Specialty: Holds the short sword in his left hand and the longsword in the right. Barrages the enemy with the short sword with fast pierces and slashes, using the longsword to deliver the final blow. Deals a high amount of damage very quickly, using both swords and flames (usually at the same time), but not really one to take as many blows. It won't stop him from charing in head first though. Semblance: Inferno: Engulfs himself with fire (does not burn himself or whatever he's touching unless he wants it to get burned) and increases his physical abilites (mainly strength and speed). Doing so will turn his hair from black to blonde, though why it does this is unknown. He can also just engulf one part of his body (an arm, a leg, etc) rather than his entire body (his hair will not turn blonde this way, unless the flames engulf his head). The flames can be absorbed by his own blades, but doing so tires him out quicker. Personality: He's hot headed for sure. Very easy to anger and very easy to excite. Get on his bad side, he'll demand a fight and you'll probably be lucky if all he does is burn off your hair. Get on his good side, well, it's handy to have a human torch on your side. He believes that just about every solution to a problem involves fire or explosions. Surprisingly enough, it's worked well enough in the past, although most of those events were really solved due to luck. He also tends to be rather overconfident during fights, and gets insulted easily during fights. Color: Light orange. Emblem: The symbol for fire, and his two blades crossed in front of it. The fire will be orange, and the swords are entirely black (blade, hilt, everything). Here for reference. Appearance: This guy. Also come here if you prefer. This is also a really good picture.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson "Wow, leader. Who woulda thought?" Robert said to himself out loud, playing with the idea in his head. "Well now that I think about it, we did talk about it back at the airships. Being the first to finish does give you a lot of time to talk about stuff." Robert stopped daydreaming to notice that the auditorium was starting to get empty pretty quickly. He looked down into his hand to see a piece of paper with instructions on how to get to their team's room. One of the faculty must have given it to him when he had been staring off into nothing like a goof. "Alright team! To our room!" he shouted, pointing and then making his way to the nearest exit. As he walked to the room, he would occasionally check behind him to make sure he didn't lose track of anyone. That would be a pretty bad mistake to make right after becoming the official leader of team RPDG. As they traversed the hallways of Beacon, Robert turned and began walking backwards, occasionally looking forwards again to make sure he didn't bump into anything or get them lost. He did this so that he could face his teammates while speaking to them. "So what should our first order of business be when we get to our room?" he asked.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Infirmary Beep... Sapphire tossed in her sleep like she was having a horrible dream. "The tunnel's collapsing, everyone get out!" "Sapphire what did you do?" "They're not going to make it?" Voices echoed inside Sapphire's mind causing her to shake her head violently in her sleep in a subconscious effort to get rid of them. Then one cut cleanly through all the rest. "Shameful Miss Rode, a cave in of that size takes time. You surely would have the opportunity to escape if you'd moved faster. Perhaps this will teach you a lesson." "Dad, no, please. DAD!" Sapphire shouted in her sleep. She felt a sharp pain on her right arm which moved with painful slowness towards the center of her palm. "DAD!" Beep... Sapphire sat straight up, her breath was coming in raggedly and she was sobbing. She was not wearing what she usually did, instead she was dressed in clean, white, sterile hospital cloths. Her gloves were gone, the scars running over her hands clearly visible. Sapphire was still panicking but even in her state of agitation the adrenaline in her system was starting to break down and as it did pain coursed through her chest. Sapphire lay back down slowly, she pushed up her hospital shirt and and probed the pain stricken area with her fingers. It was slightly swollen, and looking at it deeply bruised. Based on the pain she was feeling Sapphire decided it was a broken rib. Slowly so as not to agitate it Sapphire inventory of her surroundings. She was in a hospital, an infirmary obviously. The Infirmary at Beacon Academy. Now Sapphire remembered, fighting the automated combat mech. The explosions from her 'teammates' attacks. The state of the tunnel. She'd seen the decay and damage caused by the fight and she'd taken her shot, she'd destroyed the mech and it would have been a bloodless fight if not for that bumbling fool. He'd screwed up her exit. Now she remembered, her injuries had been caused by the tunnel collapse. Thankfully she'd been close enough to the exit so not as much debris had fallen on her compared to the mech otherwise she'd be dead. It was then that Sapphire became fully aware of exactly where she was. Perhaps her brain had not had time to process what it was seeing before or else it was simply blocking the conclusion from Sapphire's mind but finally it broke. She was in a hospital. Sapphire started to hyperventilate again. The heart monitor cuff around Sapphire's upper arm related a signal to the monitor that caused it to send out a number of very fast beeps. Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, "No no no..." Sapphire said to herself the sound merging into white noise. She held her arms over her ears trying to block out the sound of the heart monitor. Doctor she's lost too much blood. You've done all you can, you saved the baby but her prognosis isn't good. She may not live to see the dawn. You should inform Mrs. Rode's family of her condition. "NO!" Sapphire screamed, she grabbed the IV line in her arm ripping it out violently. A small but steady stream of blood began to flow from the injection point but Sapphire didn't care. Next she tore off the heart monitor cuff shoving the machine back with enough force that it hit a wall with a loud clatter. Sapphire threw off the hospital blankets and hoped onto the floor her panic temporarily nullifying the pain in her chest. When she straightened Sapphire saw her cloths sitting on a chair. There were some scorch marks, and damaged from the debris but it looked like someone had repaired them quite thoroughly. Then on the night stand Sapphire saw something that calmed her wildly beating heart, Morpheus and Phobetor, currently retracted into small boxes strapped to two leather bracelets. Sapphire hurriedly pushed them onto her wrists. The feel of the familiar leather calmed her and she sank into a chair likely meant for visitors. The weight of a million different things crushing her. Sapphire started to cry, her father had always told her crying was a sign of weakness but there was no one around to hear it so Sapphire let the tears run free.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Though he had always been a big guy, it was today that Abel stood tallest. As he stepped off the stage, a rare smile graced his face. He looked around at the other students, just now finishing their heartfelt round of applause, before casting a glance at Gren. To be sure, he had never pictured what sort of man lay beneath the hulking armor, but he hadn't expected an orc. He had no qualms about his new teammate's race—he had already proved himself in battle, and despite their brief confrontation concerning Abel's unscheduled flight from the junkmobile, no hard feelings remained between them. Gren was every inch the warrior that Abel was proud to call his ally. Seeing their faces projected larger than life on the auditorium's screens and the name 'Swansong' formed to christen them cinched it all. As for the others, his joy extended to them as well, though they were not here. Having just half a team onstage while all the others had four (most of them seemingly uninjured, no less) put a small dent in his satisfaction, but the guardian wasn't about to let that get him down. Ozpin choosing Sapphire as leader initially surprised him, but after a few moments of consideration it made sense to him. Kuhaku seemed reckless, Gren a little oblivious, and him...well, leadership didn't exactly suit a defeatist. Abel envisioned a smile spreading across Sapphire's face as he and Gren delivered the news to her hospital bed, not recalling the cold silence and shut-in recalcitrance that she had displayed every second her psyche wasn't occupied by the rush of battle. For a few moments, the speech was thrown off track as Ozpin called out a few seniors for giving another team a rough time. While he initially thought that it was a good thing that the other newbies had been run so ragged, after the girl shouted Abel realized that he was close enough to see her. She and two others stood apart from the other students, in a near-empty circle of open space surrounding them. The mocking face of the boy, the stiff righteousness of the girl, and the scornful, unabashed look on the face of the faunus convinced him that they didn't deserve his sympathy. Now that he thought about it, it almost made him mad to see the faces of senior that had leveled their unfair advantage to bully their soon-to-be peers. When Ozpin continued speaking, Abel was glad for someone else to focus on. Hearing about PHGM didn't surprise him at all. Pan, Hansen, Gretchen, and Mary had seemingly formed a connection long before their cards sealed the deal. The mention of facing an entire den of Itzamna only cemented the fact; Abel had experienced the wrath of those creatures firsthand from atop the walls of the kingdom. Plus, he owed them--before PGHM had happened along, he and Sapphire had been pinned down on a hillside by an Ursa Major. If not for their interference, he and his quiet partner wouldn't have been able to flee into the nearby train tunnel and encounter the remainder of their team. He watched respectfully as the four stood on stage. Mary looked to be as excited as he had been, but took it a step further by exuberantly waving to everyone with both arms, eyes closed in adulation. Before long, he and Gren were on their way. Though not usually the talkative type, Abel couldn't restrain himself. "That was pretty great! Dang shame Ku and Saph couldn't come. Want to visit them in the healing place and tell them the good news?" He brushed a hand against his blue coat, which he had put on specially for the ceremony. Honestly, after seeing it among his things and remembering how much nicer it was than his plaid hoodie, he seriously thought about a permanent wardrobe change.</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren really tried to concentrate on the speech in front of her. But, she couldn't. She was hungry, but she knew she wasn't. It was the kind of hunger a drug addict had, and as much as that addict might try to deny the cravings, they would not go away until sated. And, in this room of so many people, she was going mental. So many people, but she couldn't touch a single one, or they would know. She didn't want anyone to know. Knowing is bad. She heard her name spoken by Ozpin, and the team name of 'Gilgamesh' which was a pretty awesome name. Not that it mattered to her. The fire in her veins wouldn't quit it because of a fancy name. There was only one thing that could quench that fire, and it was not something good, or easily obtained. As she was going though her problems, one of her team mates suggested that they change the name, because of some stupid human reason. Irritated, Mokuren stepped forwards until she was level with his ear, and then spoke. "Shut up, or I'll kill you" She whispered, barely stopping herself from carrying out her threat and then relieving her urge. She would keep it under wraps now, if only for now. This man, with his stupid, pathetic complaint deserved no sympathy from Mokuren, even if he was going to be a team mate from now on.</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery Priscilla was actually relieved that they finally got out of that situation that happened back there in the forest with those creatures. And they were the first one to reunite so that was good too. As they arrived into the auditorium, the professor was speaking about who was going to be the leader of the team. Basically all four of them were going to be in the team for the rest of their Beacon lives. That sounded not to bad actually, she got a good bond with them. They were basically like the fantastic four, as Robert said. That's right, Robert. He was going to be the leader of the team! He actually deserves to be the leader because he is a leader and he acts like on as well. Also he was a big ole nerdy guy like Reed from the Fantastic four, so that was interesting. Priscilla smiled at her team, as they walked to their room. "Well.. we could always..go explore the academy or something?" That was a thought but she actually just wanted to lay down and relax a little, but of course.. the boys probably wouldn't want that. So she decided to do anything they wanted to do. "Eh. Anything you guys want to do. I'll be fine."</s>	<\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel smirked as his name was called. It was only natural that he would pass the initiation. Admittedly it was not what he had expected, but it was exciting, and it actually forced him to work in a team. Admittedly, his teammates came in handy, but he didn't really like being in a team. Oh well, four years wouldn't be too long. His team leader, Robert if he remembered correctly, suddenly decided that they should go to their room. Daniel was about to use his usual, "Who made you boss?" line when he realized how stupid that sounded right now. He glanced at the other teams, then followed Robert to their room. It was smaller than he expected. "OK, let's establish whose beds are whose," Daniel said. "We certainly don't want to mix up our beds and find people sleeping in the wrong beds, now would we? Although... finding a girl sleeping in your bed might not be a bad thing, eh?" He gave a little nudge to Priscilla, then laughed at his own joke.</s>
<\|description\|>Daniel Day Dalton Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: - Dragon's Fang: a straight double-edged short sword. The blade is black, with a white line in the middle. The blade can be set ablaze, which also causes the white line to turn red. The blade can also launch the flames from the blade as a fireball, which consequently extinguishes the blade, but it can easily be reignited. - Dragon's Claw: Also a black blade with a white line in the middle, and can be set ablaze, but this blade is a hand and a half sword, single-edged and curved. Like the short sword, its white line turns red when set ablaze and can shoot fire, but unlike the short sword, it shoots the fire as a flamethrower. Both are capable of absorbing flames, whether from each other, an explosion, etc. The stronger the flame, the more power it absorbs, and vice versa. Specialty: Holds the short sword in his left hand and the longsword in the right. Barrages the enemy with the short sword with fast pierces and slashes, using the longsword to deliver the final blow. Deals a high amount of damage very quickly, using both swords and flames (usually at the same time), but not really one to take as many blows. It won't stop him from charing in head first though. Semblance: Inferno: Engulfs himself with fire (does not burn himself or whatever he's touching unless he wants it to get burned) and increases his physical abilites (mainly strength and speed). Doing so will turn his hair from black to blonde, though why it does this is unknown. He can also just engulf one part of his body (an arm, a leg, etc) rather than his entire body (his hair will not turn blonde this way, unless the flames engulf his head). The flames can be absorbed by his own blades, but doing so tires him out quicker. Personality: He's hot headed for sure. Very easy to anger and very easy to excite. Get on his bad side, he'll demand a fight and you'll probably be lucky if all he does is burn off your hair. Get on his good side, well, it's handy to have a human torch on your side. He believes that just about every solution to a problem involves fire or explosions. Surprisingly enough, it's worked well enough in the past, although most of those events were really solved due to luck. He also tends to be rather overconfident during fights, and gets insulted easily during fights. Color: Light orange. Emblem: The symbol for fire, and his two blades crossed in front of it. The fire will be orange, and the swords are entirely black (blade, hilt, everything). Here for reference. Appearance: This guy. Also come here if you prefer. This is also a really good picture.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald sat at a table, his head down and his fork slowly poking his bowtie pasta. Math had been disastrous. He didn't expect to have to know trigonometry and geometry! He knew what the shapes were, but these weird rules about angles and finding things was melting his brain. He was a Huntsman-in-training, not a mathematician! Sighing, he dropped his fork and buried his head in his arms. It was the first time he felt that he'd truly come up short; this place was weird. "Hey, so....in class....how did you all know what the professors were talking about? That's....not stuff you guys learned, is it? Because.....well.....I never learned any of that." Groaning as he remembered awkwardly explaining to the teacher that he did not, in fact, know the difference between acute and obtuse angles, Oswald stabbed his meal and ate it. "At least the history guy knew what to expect with that slideshow. We're soldiers, not scientists!"</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni snored loudly as he usually did when he slept but slept blissfully. The nurse had forgotten about Geni and left him to map until about half way through history. When she had shook him awake he was having an amazing dream about him chasing as cat with a poptart for a body and farted rainbows through space. He was about to catch the little bugger when the nurse awoke him and told him to get out. Geni grumbled as he had walked out of the infirmary and walked into the hallway were he began to fix up his bandages. They were annoyingly itchy and he scratched them despite the nurses warnings. But Geni had made his way into the history class door and composed himself quickly before walking into the classroom. He slowly made his way up the stairs and took a seat next to Jack. Fortunately, History was one of Geni's favorite classes, and the easiest, so catching up to the lesson was a to easy. Unfortunately, his fun was cut short when the bell for lunch rang. Geni walked out of the room quietly, he was ashamed about his lose, he was leader, and leader don't lose. He made his way into the cafeteria, grabbed his tray and sat at an open table. Geni shook his head a slapped himself a couple times to get himself out of the funk and back into his old self. Now that he was back to normal, or close to it, he began to eat and waited for anyone to start a conversation with, preferably a lady of some sort. Unfortunately, all Geni got was a kid not to far from him who seemed troubled. He had said something about them being soldiers not scientists. "Preposterous, fighting is a science you hooligan." He said sternly, but he could barely contain a laugh.</s> <\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Ivan made his way to the front of the chicken sandwich line through sheer tenacity and stubbornness, refusing to move in the constantly jostling crowd of hungry students. He instantly grabbed two sandwiches with a feral light in his eyes, pausing momentarily to consider his options. After a full second of deliberation, the gunslinger grabbed a third sandwich and a carton of milk, shooting looks around him as if daring any of the surrounding students try and take what he'd rightfully claimed. They'd have to be quick. Like that Oobleck fellow. He frowned as he made his way past the checkout, ignoring the appraising glance the staff member had given him after he'd piled the third sandwich on the counter and paid for it all without a second thought. History wasn't his strong suit, and he seriously doubted he'd really need to reference a book if there were going to be slideshows. The fact that he hadn't actually gotten the assigned history textbook had nothing to do with it. Ah, well. That was a problem for tomorrow's Ivan to sort out. He found a relatively empty table behind the shield wielding man who'd lost to the somberly colored girl in the first match. Acknowledging the man with a nod(He'd proven himself a driven opponent, if nothing else), Ivan unceremoniously dropped his collection of sandwiches on the table, glancing suspiciously around before beginning to chow down, shoveling the food into his maw as fast as he could swallow.</s> <\|message\|>Indigo Kafka Indi sighed to himself as he entered the lunch line. His mind was racing with issues, and his headache wasn't helping. It had at least dropped down to a dull drone of pain so he could focus better. Still, it wasn't that way in math, and he'd spent the entire period staring at a paper doing nothing except cursing himself for wasting all that effort on a damn null game. He was sure if he wasn't on the brink of a brain hemorrhage he'd understand the concepts, but the battle before that class had destroyed him mentally. Then there was the Gren issue. Well, he hadn't been expelled yet, so that was a good sign. Maybe the staff here realized he was a great fighter and, you know, things just got a little out of hand sometimes? Or maybe word simply hadn't gotten to them yet, and Gren was going to level this toward him as a sort of blackmail? As if it wasn't like he already had enough to deal with just to get into this damn school... Indi shook his head and breathed deeply to refocus. Lunch, that's what he was here for. He quickly grabbed some spaghetti, as a sort of joke, and some water. He rarely drunk much other than water, just the occasional glass/carton of milk. Soda's were much to carbonated and sugary, and they made him want to vomit. Fruit juice didn't really grab his attention either; drinks were supposed to wash down a meal, so why have a taste to the drink? Anyways, after grabbing and paying for his food, he stared idly around the cafeteria. Seibs hadn't seated herself yet, and neither had Ineko (they were probably still in the line grabbing food), he decided to take a seat by his new teammate, Ivan. As he placed down his tray next to his obviously very hungry acquaintance, he struck up a conversation. "So, did you get any of the stuff in math class? My mind was just absolutely fried." He said in between slurps of the noodles. They were decent, but the sauce was kinda watery and bland. 6/10. "Oh, and ain't it weird that both of our matches ended in a tie? Our team must be the average-st of the above average or something." He said, waiting for the rest of the team to join them.</s> <\|message\|>Merlin "Tarot" Taupe Watching Merlin burn through the math problems was definitely a spectacle to be seen. He burned through every practice problem and example problem there was in the packet inside the packet within the first 10 minutes of class. These were nothing compared to all the calculations he had to make while he was working at the casino. Almost as soon as he finished the last page with problems on it, he began to take a nap. The battle the class before had worn him out, and he proceeded to sleep until the end of class bell rang. When Merlin finally got the dining hall, he made a bee line toward the chicken sandwiches. He had already grown a large appetite right after the sparring match with Ivan and it only grew from then on. It had gotten to a such a point that, right in the middle of history, Merlin's stomach gave a very audible growl. He picked up nine chicken sandwiches, a large heap of curly fries, and three cartons of milk. The employee at the end of the bar gave Merlin an odd look after sizing up the amount of food he had and comparing it to is body size. Merlin didn't pay any mind to him as he paid for his food and walked away. Finding a seat wasn't too difficult. Merlin walked by Ivan and gave a quick "Sup." before continuing his search for a seat. He decided to take a seat right across from Geni who had made a replying to a boy who had made a comment about the math class earlier. "I see fighting more of an art than a science. I do see the relevance in treating it from more of an analytic point of view though." He said with a smile, "Good show during you match today, Geni." Merlin then looked down at his mountain of food and began the feast.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost The math class was agonizing. With her head still throbbing from whatever it was her opponent... made her do to herself she guessed... trying to process what the professor said was a nightmare. The fact that Diamond never even went to school and what little she knew of sciences she learned herself didn't help at all. The history class wasn't much better, but at least the speeding weirdo in front of the blackboard was ready for them to be indisposed for one reason or the other. At least her head stopped pounding by that time. As the last of the morning classes came to an end, the thug was looking forward to some food. The disappointment at the selection of meals was blatantly obvious from the pout on her face. The closest it got to meat was chicken sandwich, and the wine to go with it she could only imagine. Grabbing two of the sandwiches and piling the rest of the plate full of the fries before finding herself an empty seat. "Hey, so....in class....how did you all know what the professors were talking about? That's....not stuff you guys learned, is it? Because.....well.....I never learned any of that." Oswald dropped, and Diamond grunted with a nod. "Never needed it, never heard of it." she summed up her own education, "The state really takes pathetic care for it's children." she jabbed.</s> <\|message\|>Ineko Irandi The next class was math, something Ineko somewhat enjoyed. The mildly strange Professor Fullbuster had given them work packets, during the lecture Ineko blazed through the packet. Perhaps the Professor had intended some of it to be homework, or some of it classwork, nevertheless he finished most of the entire packet in the length of the class. Most of it was elementary for him. The next class, history, was something Ineko was interested in, but had never before really delved into the subject. Ineko believed that it was Professor Oobleck teaching. He thought it strange that a man would have the name of a non-Newtonian fluid, but dismissed the thought once he began the lesson. Ineko paid extra attention to the lecture. Then it was lunch, solving one mild annoyance, his hunger. He stood in line and picked up a tray, going through the bars he got a couple of things. Two chicken sandwiches, the bowtie pasta didn't look particularly appetizing, a dish of macaroni and two dishes of fries, and a glass of water as a drink. After paying for the lunch, he sent out a drone to look for a place to sit. The drone quickly found two members of Team SIII, sitting at a table. The drone landed on the table, where Ineko would sit, and a short moment later Ineko himself arrived, put the tray down on the table and sat down. "Ivan. Indigo." Ineko greeted, one of these days someone is going to mess up the names he thought to himself. Ineko took off his helmet and gently set it down next to his tray, he took apart the sandwiches and added some fries in the sandwiches before reassembling them. He took a sip of water and began to eat one of his sandwiches. "First day of class gents, and we're not dead yet. I'd say so far it's going pretty good." He said between bites, ignoring the scrapes and grime on his own armor. He would clean it later.</s>	<\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel watched the other fights progress, making notes in his mind about how the others fight. If there was anything he paid attention in, it was in fighting. Mokuren and Diamond's fight was interesting, if a bit fast. Robert and Abel, ehh. In fact, a lot of people's fights were just ehh. Priscilla's fight proved to be stupid, yet a bit entertaining at the same time, especially when she was flipped upside down. Finally, the matches were over, and it was time to move on to other classes. Math, UUGGGGGHHHH. Boring. That was not what Daniel signed up for when he wanted to become a Hunter. History, ehh, at least it was more entertaining than Math. The teacher there was pretty interesting too, especially with the way he zipped around the class so quickly. Then it was lunch time. Grabbing a sandwich, some apple slices, and some apple juice, he then paid for the lunch and moved on to sit with his team. Taking a bite out of his sandwich, he chewed for a second before asking, "So, not bad for the first day, eh?" He then swallowed his food and took another bite.</s>
<\|description\|>Daniel Day Dalton Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: - Dragon's Fang: a straight double-edged short sword. The blade is black, with a white line in the middle. The blade can be set ablaze, which also causes the white line to turn red. The blade can also launch the flames from the blade as a fireball, which consequently extinguishes the blade, but it can easily be reignited. - Dragon's Claw: Also a black blade with a white line in the middle, and can be set ablaze, but this blade is a hand and a half sword, single-edged and curved. Like the short sword, its white line turns red when set ablaze and can shoot fire, but unlike the short sword, it shoots the fire as a flamethrower. Both are capable of absorbing flames, whether from each other, an explosion, etc. The stronger the flame, the more power it absorbs, and vice versa. Specialty: Holds the short sword in his left hand and the longsword in the right. Barrages the enemy with the short sword with fast pierces and slashes, using the longsword to deliver the final blow. Deals a high amount of damage very quickly, using both swords and flames (usually at the same time), but not really one to take as many blows. It won't stop him from charing in head first though. Semblance: Inferno: Engulfs himself with fire (does not burn himself or whatever he's touching unless he wants it to get burned) and increases his physical abilites (mainly strength and speed). Doing so will turn his hair from black to blonde, though why it does this is unknown. He can also just engulf one part of his body (an arm, a leg, etc) rather than his entire body (his hair will not turn blonde this way, unless the flames engulf his head). The flames can be absorbed by his own blades, but doing so tires him out quicker. Personality: He's hot headed for sure. Very easy to anger and very easy to excite. Get on his bad side, he'll demand a fight and you'll probably be lucky if all he does is burn off your hair. Get on his good side, well, it's handy to have a human torch on your side. He believes that just about every solution to a problem involves fire or explosions. Surprisingly enough, it's worked well enough in the past, although most of those events were really solved due to luck. He also tends to be rather overconfident during fights, and gets insulted easily during fights. Color: Light orange. Emblem: The symbol for fire, and his two blades crossed in front of it. The fire will be orange, and the swords are entirely black (blade, hilt, everything). Here for reference. Appearance: This guy. Also come here if you prefer. This is also a really good picture.</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Armory Class: Mokuren Sabella Hearing the loud, firey and proud - at least that is how Mokuren saw it, and was oblivious to how it actually was - Mokuren looked up and saw the man. Tiger, seventeen and with enough courage to exclaim his introduction to the entire class with great and furious volume. It was this kind of person that Mokuren was looking for. This kind of person she wanted to be friends with. And by friend she meant not eating him unless there was no other way. Mokuren then felt her hackles rise as the other girl claimed he had 'penetrating brain trauma' from the spar and he needed to go to the doctor's office. Such a statement was obviously untrue but there was nothing anyone could do about it, so Mokuren stood and smiled broadly. If she could not help her Tiger over-rule this claim, she would at least escort him so they could talk in private. She knew so much about him, thanks to his outburst, but he knew nothing about her. About her abilities, and about her skills. "Teacher, I will escort Shiro to the nurses office. If he has damaged something, it would not do for him to be alone in transit" Mokuren offered, swishing her tail absently.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd (Grimm Studies) Ben flashed his teammates an almost casual grin as he slid his chair back, leaving his pen on the desk in front of him. The easy, relaxed expression covered up the preparatory tightening of his muscles and the quickening of his heart. It only took him a moment to reach the room's clear floor, obviously prepared for this very occasion, and he moved to take a position opposite the cage. Port was addressing the class as a whole, but Ben wasn't really listening to it. He didn't need to. All eyes, at that moment, were on him. Hs teammates', his classmates', the professor's, they were all paying attention. Ready to evaluate his performance. Evaluate him. This was his only chance for a first impression. If, and he hated himself for indulging the hypothetical, he failed, he'd do harm to his reputation. Failure to pass the exam already marred his reputation. He needed to make up for that. No pressure. He thought dryly, reaching to his belt. Time to show them why we're here. With practiced ease he pulled his tonfa from his belt, one in either hand. Lawnslot his left, Artorius his right. He pulled his shoulders back and held the position, the stretch loosening up his shoulders. With a deft flick of each wrist he flipped his tonfa out from his arms, facing the points forward, before bringing them back. Their spines ran along the bone of his forearm, cool even through the sleeves of his shirt. The shotgun barrels were loaded only with a shot or two each, things he'd prefer to avoid using in the classroom if he could. Granted, the classroom was set up so as to minimize the danger to observers. It wasn't likely to be an issue. He could act without too much worry for restraint. Sinking into a light-footed stance, left foot and arm leading his guard with the right towards the rear, he waited. A single nod to Port confirmed his readiness. And a single move from the professor released his opponent. The beast was only a cub, he knew, but that didn't make it any less inherently unnerving to have a wendigo charging at you. Thousand of years of human evolution, hardwired deep into the fabric of his being, kicked in. The first urge was to get out of the way, and this time, Benjamin obliged it. He stepped to his right, pivoting on the spot to keep his left forearm between him and the Grimm. He was rewarded, almost instantly, with the sound and feeling of claws raking down Lawnslot's length, kept from his arm only by a few inches of metal. Bastion's leader didn't waste time, flipping Artorius' tip forward with a flick of his wrist and driving it towards the wendigo's exposed flank. The blade glanced along the beast's side, but missed its mark as the Grimm lunged aside. It was now that Ben got his first real look at the creature. A Wendigo, one of the more menacing creatures that roamed the land. It was only a cub but it still stood as tall as, even slightly taller than, his waist. Its long scythe-like tail twitched, a low, quiet sign of the black beast's rage. Its flanks were free from scars, save his own blow, unlike its fully grown kin; a fully grown Wendigo, a voice in the back of his head reminded him, would be both as large as a horse and criss-crossed with scars from previous wounds. They had an ability to heal, and each scar was a badge of honor. Proof of a fight survived. Ben had retreated a few steps, putting a little distance between him and the beast. The Wendigo didn't contest the move, lips curled back in a silent snarl under cruelly intelligent red eyes. Stillness, for a moment, pervaded the room like an oppressive blanket. Nothing moved, not the Grimm, not Ben, and not the class. A low, hair-raising howl split the silence, growing in volume severity as it issued forth from the cub's throat. It lunged without further warning, all four paws leaving the floor as it hurled itself at Ben with hatred in its eyes. The huntsman in training sidestepped again, and the Wendigo landed smoothly… Only to lash out with its tail, the scythe intercepted in the nick of time by Lawnslot. But the natural, curved blade, rather than being deflected, grabbed the weapon, yanking it down and aside while the Wendigo stabbed its claws for Ben's unprotected gut. He batted its forearm aside with Artorius, but none too soon. One of its claws cut the side of his shirt, not far from his own side. This move, however, had forced the Grimm into an untenable position with a foreleg too far extended, and its second primary weapon occupied with Lawnslot. A fact that was soon demonstrated quite clearly when Ben planted his foot in its underside, causing it to stumble back with an angry growl. Wendigo, as far as Grimm go, are pretty smart. They learn. But… Means they can be tricked. The beast sensed weakness. It had found a chink in the armor, a flaw in the defenses, and it wasted no time in exploiting it, advancing with another swing of its tail. But this time Ben was ready. He blocked easily with Artorius, stopping the Grimm's scythe easily. Blocking with the right, rather than the left, permitted the force to be distributed throughout his stance. Lawnslot's blade lashed out, cleanly removing the scythe from its owner. The Wendigo shrieked in rage and pain, and Ben felt his blood chill at the sound, but it would not be deterred. It wasn't as smart as older Grimm, and it threw caution to the wind with its rage, hurling itself at Ben with the intent to sink its teeth into his throat. But its jaws closed, instead, around Lawnslot's blade and spine, stopped half a foot from his neck. A close call, at first glance. But the distance was intentional. His right leg was a half-step back, providing a bracing point to maintain his position, as well as enable him to step into his next strike. Ben flicked his wrist, realigning Artorius' blade forward, also realigning its shotgun barrel to point back along his forearm. His right foot took a step forward, forcing the beast back on its hindlegs, exposing its underside as well as granting extra power to the thrust of his weapon that followed. He triggered the firearm even as he struck, the recoil combining with the strength of his arm to bury the blade deep in the Wendigo's torso. The beast gave one last growl, more spiteful than menacing now, before petering off as the Grimm dissolved away to nothing. Bastion's leader could feel the exhilaration of the fight rushing through his veins, good old fashioned adrenaline, and could feel his heart pumping rhythmically in his chest. Nothing got the ticker pumping like a brawl, and he knew it would be a moment before it started to settle to its normal resting pulse. Almost idly, he glanced at the tear the Grimm had left in his clothes. "Damn. I kinda liked this shirt."</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - 4th Period, Armory Class Exhausted from having expended all of his nervous energy at once, he felt worlds better. As a result, he collapsed into a slump at his desk and set his furry little head down for a brief rest. Sighing contentedly, he temporarily shut the world out for a moment as his mind 'rebooted' itself. For anyone who would come to know him, his outburst was a rather normal method for him to expel any anxiety, stress or nervousness. It's an odd phenomenon, to be sure. But, it worked for him. No longer with a worry or care in the world, he basked in the afterglow of his outburst. Mind devoid of any stressors, he hadn't noticed Marcus distancing himself. He barely noticed Sapphire coming near him and speaking to the teacher. "Oh, right Sapphire. She's probably furious at me." His white ears relaxed as they lay on his head, his tail lazily sweeping back and forth behind him. He quietly yawned and blinked repeatedly. Sniffing once, he shook his head and returned to his senses. "Oh. Right. Sapphire..." He mentally repeated himself. Tuning in during the middle of Sapphire's speech, he frowned as he realized that she was requesting that Shiro be excused to the Infirmary. "What? But, I'm fine. During my spar with Daniel, he never hit me in the head." Shiro turned and looked at Daniel, who was in the class with them. "Right? You only burned me a couple times." Scratching at his cheek, he tried his best to recall his fight. Not once did he ever remember sustaining a head injury of any sort. His white eyebrows furrowed as he went deep into thought. Did Sapphire honestly care for him and thought he was still hurt? How sweet of her. Smiling, Shiro opened his mouth to thank Sapphire for her concern and that he was really fine, but then Mokuren stood and offered to escort him to the nurse's. He didn't understand why he would need an escort for a nurse visit, much less why her of all people would want to escort little ol' him.. "Though, if the teacher still believes I need to be checked out, I wouldn't mind.." His face started to flush bright red again. Before he allowed his thoughts to run away from him, he turned to the teacher and assured him. "Sir, I'm fine really. I don't need to go to the nurse's, I can continue with class." he grinned widely, as if to affirm he was indeed okay. It broke his heart a little to have to miss out on a chance to have a nice stroll with... In any case, Shiro was really itching to get to working on his equipment. Nurses and crushes could wait, his gear demanded maintenance and tinkering.</s>	<\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel - Armory Class As the teacher arrived and gawked at the tank, he then had everyone make their introductions. Daniel was certainly interested in the tank, too, but there were things that were more important than staring at a tank. Everyone then began making their introductions, including Shiro and his somewhat... loud intro. He chuckled when Sapphire mentioned Shiro's brain damage, which Daniel wouldn't really put past him. When Shiro objected and tried to go to Daniel for support, Daniel looked up innocently at the ceiling and said, "Oh, I dunno, maybe in all the excitement you did suffer some brain damage from the lack of oxygen. You know, because the flames ate it all." He then got up himself and made his introduction as well. "My name's Daniel," he said, scratching the back of his head. "I may not look it, but I'm actually pretty good at making a few things. Explosives, mainly, but I'm working on some others." Satisfied with that, he sat back down and got himself comfortable again. He supposed he had to thank his adoptive father for what skill he had in this.</s>
<\|description\|>Daniel Day Dalton Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: - Dragon's Fang: a straight double-edged short sword. The blade is black, with a white line in the middle. The blade can be set ablaze, which also causes the white line to turn red. The blade can also launch the flames from the blade as a fireball, which consequently extinguishes the blade, but it can easily be reignited. - Dragon's Claw: Also a black blade with a white line in the middle, and can be set ablaze, but this blade is a hand and a half sword, single-edged and curved. Like the short sword, its white line turns red when set ablaze and can shoot fire, but unlike the short sword, it shoots the fire as a flamethrower. Both are capable of absorbing flames, whether from each other, an explosion, etc. The stronger the flame, the more power it absorbs, and vice versa. Specialty: Holds the short sword in his left hand and the longsword in the right. Barrages the enemy with the short sword with fast pierces and slashes, using the longsword to deliver the final blow. Deals a high amount of damage very quickly, using both swords and flames (usually at the same time), but not really one to take as many blows. It won't stop him from charing in head first though. Semblance: Inferno: Engulfs himself with fire (does not burn himself or whatever he's touching unless he wants it to get burned) and increases his physical abilites (mainly strength and speed). Doing so will turn his hair from black to blonde, though why it does this is unknown. He can also just engulf one part of his body (an arm, a leg, etc) rather than his entire body (his hair will not turn blonde this way, unless the flames engulf his head). The flames can be absorbed by his own blades, but doing so tires him out quicker. Personality: He's hot headed for sure. Very easy to anger and very easy to excite. Get on his bad side, he'll demand a fight and you'll probably be lucky if all he does is burn off your hair. Get on his good side, well, it's handy to have a human torch on your side. He believes that just about every solution to a problem involves fire or explosions. Surprisingly enough, it's worked well enough in the past, although most of those events were really solved due to luck. He also tends to be rather overconfident during fights, and gets insulted easily during fights. Color: Light orange. Emblem: The symbol for fire, and his two blades crossed in front of it. The fire will be orange, and the swords are entirely black (blade, hilt, everything). Here for reference. Appearance: This guy. Also come here if you prefer. This is also a really good picture.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Survival As most of the students went off on their own, Oswald nodded towards Ineko, hoping the suited boy would follow him. "I'll get the wood, you watch our surroundings. I don't like to be caught off guard by Grimm." With his temporary partner hopefully covering him, Oswald made his way around the river, taking care to observe the life in the water. He noticed a few fish, as well as a few patches of moss, and some aquatic plants, filing away the information in his mind. When he had gotten sufficiently into the forest, Oswald set about collecting fuel for their campfire. Making sure to gather enough small sticks and twigs to start the fire, he found a spot near the other students to start piling his collection. He cleared a radius around his pile to make sure the fire didn't spread, and made a circle using some nearby rocks before making a quick second trip to gather larger logs of wood as major fuel sources once the fire had started. When he had gathered a sufficient amount of wood to keep a fire going for at least a small time, Oswald got to the dirty work. Looking at his hands, he sighed and chuckled. He could always wash them off later. Digging a small pit into the ground with his bare hands, Oswald tossed the tinder in first. He followed his tinder with the smaller branches, forming a pyramid with the wood before stepping back and drawing his sword. Carefully grabbing a red dust crystal from his pocket, he loaded it into the hilt of his weapon, pointing the sword at his pile of wood. Pressing a small button hidden on the side of his handguard with his thumb, Oswald smirked as a beam of energy instantly set the wood ablaze. After returning the dust crystal to his pouch and sheathing his sword, Oswald took a moment to relax and look around when Abel burst into the clearing, a Grimm following shortly thereafter. Oswald's eyes widened a bit as he realized that he was looking at an Ankou. What in the hell kind of place where they that such a monster would just casually come across a group of students making campfires? Well...this certainly isn't boring. The firey breath was enough to terrify most civilians, and he'd known plenty of trainees who shuddered at the mere description of the creatures. Oswald was among those people, he was ashamed to admit. Taking a deep breath as he moved into a combat stance and drew his sword, Oswald cursed when he realized he'd already put his dust away. Gren and Daniel were already under attack, and he was in no position to get between the Ankou and his fellow students with his broken wrist. Instead, he hoped to distract it, instantly transporting himself to its side and taking a wide slash at its flank, which was deflected by the Grimm's scaled arm. Leaping a few feet backwards, Oswald tried to grab his enemy's attention, his eyes narrowing and a guttural growl coming from deep in his chest.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid Gren had managed to gather some more tinder for himself after finding some logs to dry. He had formed it into a quaint teepee and had a nice fire going. He was thinking that he should try to find some mushrooms to roast, or maybe even forest creatures. Surely the God Eater was a bit too... Much to do something like that. He may need to resort to trapping. Looking around Gren wondered where Abel had went. He figured he could work with his teammate to hunt or gather food. He wasn't here however, and Gren figured he had simply went to gather more wood himself. Fine by him, there were plenty of others to work with. His eyes fell on a girl named Sangue Naga. He wasn't sure what about her caught his attention. Perhaps it was because her hair glowed with the same radiance of her flame. Either way Gren went over to her. "Excuse me, do you have a moment? My name is Gren Orchid. I was thinking that, now that we have a fire going, we should see about collecting some supplies. I'm fairly decent at identifying wild plants and fungi. However I feel that my weapons are also inappropriate to hunt. I was thinking you and I should work together to hunt and gather food. What do you think?" Gren didn't get his answer however. Soon Abel came back with a guest: a young Ankou. Gren cursed under his breath: He didn't have his weapon. But he couldn't let this thing cause too much trouble. He had no doubts that everyone here could easily slay this grimm, but they worked so hard making their fire! Gren decided it was time he showed the fire within him. And that wouldn't have been hard since the creature charged at him. ""Hmm! Looks like the prey has come to me!" Bracing himself Gren was steadfast as the massive beast plowed into him. His feet dragged against the dirt but he did not falter. Nay, instead he had grab hold of the beast, wrapping his arms around it's maw so that it could not breath fire all over the forest. It's own smaller arms clawed at Gren's arm, but could hardly put a scratch on him. And as it reared it's front arms to thrash Gren, he grabbed hold of it's head to assist in throwing the beast over his shoulder, on it's back, and onto the ground before Sangue. He continued to keep the grimm pinned, to allow other hunters to finish it off.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Survival The red-haired woman who stood still in front of her fire soon woke up from her aloof trance as she turned to a man who went up to her. Interestingly enough, the man claimed that his weapons were inappropriate for hunting. A bit ironic, considering how her weapons were specifically designed to hunt different kinds of things, but she decided not to think too much of it for the sake of being respectful to the man known as Gren Orchid. "...Sangue," she spoke softly. Before she was even able to accept his offer, however, someone interrupted her. Actually, something interrupted her. An... Ankou popped out. Sangue's open eye squinted at the sight of Grimm within the class. Though it was to be expected that Grimm would eventually show up, she preferred not to have one appear right before her. Thankfully, not only was the Grimm alone, but every other hunter seemed capable of apprehending it. Gren, for example, immediately entered a wrestling match with the creature. Sangue did not want to leave him wrestling with the creature, however, so she unsheathed her blade. With the katana in hand, the woman violently threw her Apophis Claw at the Ankou, letting the claw forcefully smash itself against the Grimm's belly. With light scars caused by the claw, Sangue twisted herself around before slashing at the wounds she inflicted, cutting open the Grimm before raising her blade. Using the strength she could muster up for one arm, the woman drove the katana down on the Ankou's head, twisting it twice to ensure that it would no longer cause much of a problem for the man who wrestled it. Though she let the blade barely miss Gren, everything she did was intentional. She knew that she would not miss, so she felt quite confident that she would not make an amateur mistake of accidentally stabbing random strangers. The woman took her katana out of the Ankou, wondering if the job was done. "..." Sangue remained still, now wondering if they could just cook the Grimm like a chicken or something. Weird thoughts were, perhaps, one of Sangue's hidden specialties.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate No amount of developing forehead armor could protect the young Ankou from the blade stabbed through its jaw. Though mortally wounded, the creature still struggled, its frantic slashes and spurts of flame growing weaker until the creature was still. It lay with its various limbs in disarray, as if it had been in the middle of an intense fight and suddenly dropped dead. The tension in the clearing dispelled, sliding out of the various students after being so suddenly stoked by the monstrous Riesen's unexpected appearance. Abel poked one of its hind legs with his Ampere, wondering if he ought to apologize for leading the creature here, or remain silent. He had just about made up his mind when the voice of professor Vorosky, not yet devoid of urgency, broke the silence. "What are you doing?" He asked. From any other teacher, such a statement might have seemed demanding and highly critical, but Vorosky seemed oddly content. Before a single soul could respond to his rhetorical question, he continued as if he were giving a classroom lesson. "Can you not see the beast is not melting? Cut its throat, before--!" As if on cue, the subdued Ankou let loose a skull-rattling screech. Evidently it had stopped fighting to save up enough energy to do so. Immediately afterward, the Grimm began to dissolve into smoke around Sangue's katana, but the damage was done. Abel groaned ominously, but he let the professor cheerfully explain what was in store. "The cries of the Ankou call other reptile Grimm to their aid. In moments we will be surrounded by Itzamna, and after come the Salamanders. It will be a good lesson in survival!" A few moments raced by, with several students scrambling to make preparations for the incoming assault. While not very threatening, Itzamna were often deadly in large packs, and in this unidentified forest only Vorosky had an estimate of how many there would be. Fishing poles, crackling campfires, and marshmellows were either forgotten or quickly put to use as the steady tramp-tramp-tramp of many feet brushing through underbrush grew louder. All the while, the professor was happy to toss around some advice. "Don't let one clamp down on a limb! It will start pulling, and just like that, others will clamp down on other limbs and do the same. Make clean strikes with weapons! If your weapon sticks in one and it jumps away, you will be facing its brothers and sisters unarmed. Stay with the others! Even if you are not teammates, the person at your side might save your life." The woods turned eerily quiet. Abel stood behind his campfire, Ampere in staff mode ready to electrocute the firs.t raptor he saw. Other students had assumed similarly defensive positions. There came a sound like the call of a sore-throated bird, and at once around twenty Itzamna appeared. The first wave rushed each student in twos and threes, but it was obvious by the now-constant noises among the trees that there were more waiting in reserve.</s>	<\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel wondered what he should do now that he managed to create a fire. The answer came in the form of an uninvited Ankou that came bursting through from the forest, breathing fire and charging straight for him. Daniel was not in high alert, pushing himself off the ground and away from the Grimm. Fire was something he could handle, but not the resulting smoke. "Jeez, why'd you have to bring this thing to us!?" Daniel yelled out to Abel as he landed, not sounding angry at all, but rather pleased. "Now we gotta kill it!" Daniel never managed to do anything useful or exciting in his previous period, and now it was time to make up for it. Daniel drew his two blades, which then started to absorb nearby flames being spewed by the Ankou, minimizing the damage to the area while increasing the power of his blades. Before he could deal any blows himself, however, others had managed to beat him to it, ruining the fun for him. "Dammit you guys, save a bit for me next time," Daniel said as the Ankou went down. However, it seemed the Ankou still had a trick up its sleeve, screeching its throat out before dying for real. As Abel described what was about to happen, Daniel's grin came back. Turns out he would have a bit of fun after all. As the first several Itzamma charged out of the forest to attack everyone, Daniel shot out a fireball from his short sword, burning down one of the Itzamma charging at him, and spun to slash at the other as it opened its jaw to bite Daniel. Daniel's longsword sliced through the Itzamma's jaw, slicing off the top part of its head, and the rest of the Itzamma's body collapsed past Daniel, quickly dissolving away into nothingness.</s>
<\|description\|>Daniel Day Dalton Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: - Dragon's Fang: a straight double-edged short sword. The blade is black, with a white line in the middle. The blade can be set ablaze, which also causes the white line to turn red. The blade can also launch the flames from the blade as a fireball, which consequently extinguishes the blade, but it can easily be reignited. - Dragon's Claw: Also a black blade with a white line in the middle, and can be set ablaze, but this blade is a hand and a half sword, single-edged and curved. Like the short sword, its white line turns red when set ablaze and can shoot fire, but unlike the short sword, it shoots the fire as a flamethrower. Both are capable of absorbing flames, whether from each other, an explosion, etc. The stronger the flame, the more power it absorbs, and vice versa. Specialty: Holds the short sword in his left hand and the longsword in the right. Barrages the enemy with the short sword with fast pierces and slashes, using the longsword to deliver the final blow. Deals a high amount of damage very quickly, using both swords and flames (usually at the same time), but not really one to take as many blows. It won't stop him from charing in head first though. Semblance: Inferno: Engulfs himself with fire (does not burn himself or whatever he's touching unless he wants it to get burned) and increases his physical abilites (mainly strength and speed). Doing so will turn his hair from black to blonde, though why it does this is unknown. He can also just engulf one part of his body (an arm, a leg, etc) rather than his entire body (his hair will not turn blonde this way, unless the flames engulf his head). The flames can be absorbed by his own blades, but doing so tires him out quicker. Personality: He's hot headed for sure. Very easy to anger and very easy to excite. Get on his bad side, he'll demand a fight and you'll probably be lucky if all he does is burn off your hair. Get on his good side, well, it's handy to have a human torch on your side. He believes that just about every solution to a problem involves fire or explosions. Surprisingly enough, it's worked well enough in the past, although most of those events were really solved due to luck. He also tends to be rather overconfident during fights, and gets insulted easily during fights. Color: Light orange. Emblem: The symbol for fire, and his two blades crossed in front of it. The fire will be orange, and the swords are entirely black (blade, hilt, everything). Here for reference. Appearance: This guy. Also come here if you prefer. This is also a really good picture.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Survival Sangue coughed when the Itzamnas stopped pulling on her claw. Her grip on her blade loosening when Sarina helped her, the red-haired woman shakily stood up, giving the helpful woman a respectful nod. Suddenly, the woman saw something fly straight towards her, causing the swordswoman to jerk her head and barely dodge a fistful of venom. Glaring at the skies, she frowned. A salamander had decided to bully her by preparing to send another streak of venom. Fortunately, fire could not fight easily against fire. Sangue's semblance, after all, would be useful against Salamanders. Flailing her claw up in front of her, Sangue loosely defended herself from another streak of acid, coating the Apophis Claw with venom. The Apophis Claw seemed to keep the venom sticking to itself, though it was evident that the poison would only be used in a few attacks before vanishing. And even if she got hit, the venom would heal her. ...She would probably be unable to keep up with the Salamanders due to her lack of proper far-ranged weapons, however. While she was paying attention, several more Itzamnas appeared and headed for both her and Sarina. Her open eye squinting at the sight of Grimm surrounding everyone, Sangue whispered to the dark-haired woman, "Please take care of the beast in the skies. I will cover you as much as possible." The red-haired woman prepped her blade by her waist before slashing through an Itzamna that got too close to her by itself. There were approximately four Itzamnas headed for Sangue, and one Salamander and several other Itzamnas apparently deciding on whether to attack Sarina or Sangue. She decided to save the Apophis Claw's newly coated venom when she was given the chance to face other Salamanders that decided to attack her.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Practice Robert continued standing at attention, waiting for the other students of the class to get to the range so Ms. Vanhomrigh could start the next part of the class. He was slowly getting impatient though. At first, he started rapidly tapping his foot on the ground. Then he began rocking back-and-forth on the soles of his feet. After a while, Robert decided that he'd risk getting in trouble with Ms. Vanhomrigh, if only to give himself something to do. He'd talk to one of his classmates. "I wonder how the guys in Survival class are doing. Probably something boring like learning how to build fires and pitch tents and stuff," Robert said to no one in particular. He hoped someone would still hear him even though everyone had their ear protection already on.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Survival For a good portion of this fight, Jack was absent. In fact he was coming out of the woods, with a bundle of sticks, announcing his return, before he realized he was tailed by a bunch of Itzanmas. He turned as they charged him, and in that split second that would normally force anyone to block or even just take the hit, Jack was fast enough to weave to the side. With an unchanging expression he dropped the sticks and drew a single blade all in one movement, before plunging it down the neck of the Itzanma that dared charge him, beheading it. As he side stepped the Itzanma, he out of the corner of his eyes saw the other two, and the moment he confirmed the hit on the first one, already made use of his Semblance to zip around and strike the other two. Finishing that, he turned to the clearing, where the camp was... And... "Okay, so-... I guess everyone's kind of busy...", and had it under control too. That was until he saw the Salamander join in from the other end of the camp. "Yep. Definitely busy". He was a little elated, a new opponent oh boy, enough that he charged the Salamander instantly. The other students only saw a blue lightning and what seemed to be multiple strikes upon the Salamander from multiple directions. The trees in the area let him use his Lightning Rod special move, but that extra speed meant nothing in the face of the Salamander's armour, his strikes barely did any damage. After several strikes upon multiple parts of the armour, he dashed back to a sliding halt alongside the other students. There were also a bunch of Itzanmas too on the way. Hmmm... Should he dispatch the Itzanmas and let everyone else handle the Salamander? Or should he try and get the Salamander's attention and try and keep it from moving too much so the others can take it down...? After a moment he came to a decision. He announced to the others, "Don't worry about the Itzanmas. You guys just handle the Salamander", and with that he was off. In a blue flash one was cut down as he passed by it with his Semblance, before coming down on another from above by jumping directly out of his dash. He decided he will hold back the Itzanmas, try as they might, these raptor Grimm weren't going to catch him under normal circumstances.</s> <\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Amy turned toward Diamond, her eyes falling from the medallion to the other girl's face, then to the grappling hooks on the ground. Her arms and legs were on fire, having pushed herself as hard as she could already. "I'm excellent with a grappling hook, but… Not gonna be much use in the condition I'm in. Care to help a girl out?" The theatrical way in which the new obstacle was revealed made Diamond roll her eyes, however the task didn't seem to be that hard, not with her actually saving her strength despite what the teacher wanted. She considered that a sound tactical decision right now. The desired object was hanging by the ceiling. If she put what she had left into it, she could probably form platforms with her semblance to get that high before she completely exhausted herself, but the teacher didn't want that and she doubted she could cheat stealthily enough, although she wasn't above cheating if she could get away with it. Fortunately the help needed appeared by itself. "Certainly. A recovery of a lost item from a safe location. Just like old times." the ex-thief grinned, eyeballing their options. She could see herself with the grappling hook, but just thinking of pulling up another person made her arms numb. The blocks around of various size and weights would chisel a good bit off of that distance, but stacking them up seemed stupidly dangerous. Of course, she could wrap her shadow around to strengthen the construct, but the teacher frowned upon using semblances in his class to Diamond's great displeasure. Her mind wisely chose not to consider the poles and pogo sticks. Snapping her fingers and pointing to one of the bigger boxes, she whispered: "Let's try stacking something on that one?" she didn't want anyone else to overhear. Old habits died hard, and her mind was going with the thief analogy. And Diamond couldn't let anyone get first to what she was stealing. Amy nodded, moving toward the large box Diamond had indicated, gaze focusing on the gold medallion tied to the ceiling. "So… That box, plus another, smaller one? If we get close enough, we could jump and touch it… Or use a grappling hook to swing toward it, I suppose." She glanced at Diamond, her eyes looking the other girl up and down. "What are you planning?" "Like something you see?" Diamond couldn't help herself when her thief eyes noticed Amy's all over her. Thinking over the suggestions Amy brought up, Diamond wasn't entirely sold. "Jumping smells of broken legs, not all of us come with feathers," she smirked, "The grapple sounds doable, or we could use one for stability while climbing a higher stack." she said as she scratched her chin. Of course she pulled jobs where she had to get to high places, but that was usually when her semblance came to aid. But other than that, she was certainly more comfortable using a length of rope than relying on her body alone. The thug didn't have doubt she could jump that high from the boxes, but she drawn blanks when she thought of how to land with the grace of something else than a brick. Using a rope for balance while they climbed the stack seemed the least physically exerting and above all else, both could reach that the same time. As the ex-thief was heavier, anything else would have her supporting the lighter girl, and she prefered sharing the profit to letting someone else get the loot. Amy smirked slightly. "The stability idea sounds the best… I don't want broken bones anymore than you do. So… Just stack this stuff as high as we can, then climb it? Okay…" Amy leaned over to push the box Diamond had indicated, starting to push the box. She looked over her shoulder at Diamond, making sure the other girl got a very nice view of her butt, then barely winked at her before she moved the box to the best spot to start a stack. "Find a box, put it on the stack. Your turn." "Much appreciated." Diamond said, her hand instinctively flying up to tip her hat only to grasp empty air. Measuring the boxes available with her gaze, she found a few that looked sturdy enough and would get them there. On her way to fetch the next one, she also grabbed a length of rope with the hook tied to the end. Pushing the box to the first one wasn't a problem, but getting it up there took some effort. She went off to get two of the vaulting poles and made a sort of inclined plane along which she slid the box up. "What, two more? The lighter ones should do now." Diamond said, dropping the rope near the boxes. Amy nodded, picking up a box–God, did her arms hurt–and put it on top of the lower box, then pulled herself on top of the lower of the two and put it on the higher one. "Hand me another one. No reason to climb back down so long as I'm here. Particularly because I pretty much can't feel anything from my arms except pain." "Ow, my poor baby. Perhaps you should stop by after classes. See if I picked up something from those golden hands of yours?" Diamond grinned, waving her fingers. She picked up the rope and handed it over to Amy: "See if you can get it up, it's getting wobbly up there." Afterwards she turned around and dragged the last box to their stack. Pushing it up before following onto the first box, she carefully stepped on the next one to keep the tower in balance. "Maybe so." Amy's smirk never left her face as she picked up the rope, and with practiced ease threw it over a girder near the medallion. She pulled some of her weight onto the rope, letting the boxes restabilize as Diamond climbed up them. "Okay, so… We're both gonna climb the rope at the same time? To both the victors go the spoils?" Looking around to check their competition, diamond was happy to see no one was as far - well, high - as they were. She praised herself for saving her energy. "That's the idea, unless you intend to be a backstabbing find and throw me off at the last moment." Diamond smiled, reaching for the rope to help drag herself up the last, dodgy block. She was glad for the support, otherwise she was certain she would have lost balance a long time ago. Wrapping the rope around her right hand, she offered her left to the other girl to help pull her up. Once there, she looked up at the trinket now within their reach. "On three?" "On three. One, two, three–" And their hands both touched the medallion at the same time, whatever surprise the PE teacher had planned undoubtedly happening. Though, Amy reflected, the PE teacher likely wasn't going to give them anything. Sadist.</s>	<\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel rolled to the side to avoid a lunging Itzanma. The Itzanma turned to lunge at him again, but Daniel was quicker to retaliate, stabbing it in its chest. Jumping back as the corpse disintegrated, Daniel yelled out happily, "This is too easy!" Unfortunately for him, those words would come back to bite him in the ass. Salamanders were firing shots of acid, which were coming down on him and the other students, forcing Daniel to keep moving to avoid getting hit. Daniel shot one fireball at the trees where an acid shot had come from, but it did next to nothing to even lessen the amount of shots. One shot managed to hit his short sword, and Daniel threw it to the side out of instinct. Great, now he was one weapon short. With only one sword left and no way to fight back against the Salamanders, Daniel decided that he might as well just fight the things he could fight. Right now, that was the Itzanmas. Slicing through an Itzanma as he ran, he jumped and cleaved through another Itzanma that was lunging toward Oswald. Grinning, he turned toward Oswald and said, "You owe me one now!" before running off towards the others.</s>
<\|description\|>Daniel Day Dalton Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: - Dragon's Fang: a straight double-edged short sword. The blade is black, with a white line in the middle. The blade can be set ablaze, which also causes the white line to turn red. The blade can also launch the flames from the blade as a fireball, which consequently extinguishes the blade, but it can easily be reignited. - Dragon's Claw: Also a black blade with a white line in the middle, and can be set ablaze, but this blade is a hand and a half sword, single-edged and curved. Like the short sword, its white line turns red when set ablaze and can shoot fire, but unlike the short sword, it shoots the fire as a flamethrower. Both are capable of absorbing flames, whether from each other, an explosion, etc. The stronger the flame, the more power it absorbs, and vice versa. Specialty: Holds the short sword in his left hand and the longsword in the right. Barrages the enemy with the short sword with fast pierces and slashes, using the longsword to deliver the final blow. Deals a high amount of damage very quickly, using both swords and flames (usually at the same time), but not really one to take as many blows. It won't stop him from charing in head first though. Semblance: Inferno: Engulfs himself with fire (does not burn himself or whatever he's touching unless he wants it to get burned) and increases his physical abilites (mainly strength and speed). Doing so will turn his hair from black to blonde, though why it does this is unknown. He can also just engulf one part of his body (an arm, a leg, etc) rather than his entire body (his hair will not turn blonde this way, unless the flames engulf his head). The flames can be absorbed by his own blades, but doing so tires him out quicker. Personality: He's hot headed for sure. Very easy to anger and very easy to excite. Get on his bad side, he'll demand a fight and you'll probably be lucky if all he does is burn off your hair. Get on his good side, well, it's handy to have a human torch on your side. He believes that just about every solution to a problem involves fire or explosions. Surprisingly enough, it's worked well enough in the past, although most of those events were really solved due to luck. He also tends to be rather overconfident during fights, and gets insulted easily during fights. Color: Light orange. Emblem: The symbol for fire, and his two blades crossed in front of it. The fire will be orange, and the swords are entirely black (blade, hilt, everything). Here for reference. Appearance: This guy. Also come here if you prefer. This is also a really good picture.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz-- Red Pill Oh you've gotta be kidding me! This was too much! Making him look like an enemy was one thing, but blaming him for his own fictional death and telling her to kill him for it? Ignoring the dull ache on his arm as the burns receded in both coverage and severity, the outermost regions now little more than an angry red, he clenched an inflamed fist. "Don't you listen to her! There's no way I could kill me that easily!" he roared, pointing an accusatory finger at Morgan with this non-injured hand. "She's a liar! You're being deceived, Ciel! Snap out of it!" Punctuating the sentence with a grabbed barstool flung at the space a few feet above Ciel's head, and not Ciel herself, Luke used the momentary distraction for every drop that it was worth, charging Morgan directly.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Dragon's Den TRACK: Rapid Fire "Oshi-", Jack made the most wide-eyed expression of surprise before darting to the side, and out of the line of fire. While the gunfire was dying down, he looked down to his coat and saw a few holes in it... "And that was my favourite coat...", as the gunfire died down, he peeked over the side for a moment, only to be met with gunfire, forcing him back into cover. "Can't flank them, can't go straight ahead... I guess I should try smoking them out...", he thought to himself. He couldn't do a Lightning Rod thing, that took setup, setup that would take longer than it took a bullet to meet him... Maybe if he had numerous of daggers with similar properties to his, he could, or if there were a lot of poles inside the room, he could... But neither were available to him, so he had to try a different approach. He couldn't count how many clones there were, but there were upward 4 from the glimpse and gunfire. It looked like this was a panic room or something, instead of an escape route like he had thought. What with all the running, he figured his opponent would run, but it was more like he sought a better vantage point to fight from. Though, this room appeared to have no exit, other than the one he was standing beside... This meant, an explosive or a way to smoke them out, was their worst enemy, something he didn't have in his semblance, so he couldn't rely on it. He surveyed the room... Let's see... It was mostly bare, and the only other cover seemed to be a bar and stools. There appeared to be shelves of alcohol stacked there... Alcohol. On it's own, the only thing it was useful for was forgetting things. He needed to make sure though... He grabbed his dagger and imbued it, then scraped it across the ground once, sparks flew. "Well, let's see how this turns out...". Meanwhile within the panic room, the Clown would notice that there hasn't been activity for a fair bit of time... Before he could decide on a new plan of action, one of the clones was suddenly splattered with his favourite beverage and glass, and soon many more types followed. Glass flew everywhere as Jack darted around the outside, lobbing bottles of alcohol into the panic room, the clones would attempt to fire, but they would miss. With the space he had out there, no amount of bullet-based firepower would catch him. Maybe explosives, but not bullets. After awhile, he would disappear, and in a satisfying straight cascade, a trail of alcohol and shattered glass was made, leading out, before a violent blue flash scraped the ground, causing sparks to fly into the trail of alcohol. Rapidly, the fire would spread, and soon the room was an inferno, with the clown panicking and coming out with fire all over his clothes and mask. As the clown stumbled out of the furnace that Jack had created, he was met with a punch from one hand, while the other ripped the mask off. Though Jack wasn't without mercy. He did a rapid spinning double kick, tripping him, and then the last strike sending him rolling across the ground and into a wall, dousing the fire essentially with a forced stop drop and roll.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Caravan Mission When Oswald came in, there were indeed eyes on him. Men armed with pick axes, in various states of tattered. Beyond them was pitch black. The fear in their eyes were evident however, and they knew they were trapped. But for the short while that Oswald was there, he would hear something. Voices. Words. In an entirely different language. "Fru ec ra? Fryd tuac ra fyhd?" "Rana'c hud rana du gemm ic, ec ra?" "Tytto, bmayca cyja sa!" There was a started shout when he vanished, leaving only the note. One of the men crept forward and looked at the note, unfamiliar with the words written on it. There was some hushed chatting amongst the men to try to figure out who amongst them knew the language. An elderly woman stepped forward and took the note in her hand. Electrical sparks jumped from her fingers and burned the paper. "Hmph. Hunters. Damned fools don't even have half the story..." Meanwhile topside, the head guardsman still looked stern and ready for violence, though the rest of his guards seemed rather revealed that for once, no one was trying to kill them. There wasn't really anywhere to rest however, and the best they could do was find a shaded area tn sit down. The head guardsman went up to Marcus. "Do you really think those animals are going to listen? No matter how this ends up, they're as good as dead. It was because of them that this camp is in this sorry state! If we don't kill them, they'll be executed or imprisoned for siding with the fang. You trap a animal in a corner and it will die fighting. And I don't know about you, but I rather not give them the chance to bear their claws." Eventually however someone does come up. It was only one, but a female faunas arrived with a piece of paper. But as soon as she saw the tank she couldn't take another step forward. She just fell to her knees and started crying, clutching the paper tightly. Before anyone else could come out an older man came from the cave and put his arms around her, trying to both comfort the crying girl and shield her from Team MODA and the others, despite how fruitless such an endeavor would be. The guardsmen were stirred back and the head guardsman was thinking about taking a shot, but looked over to Marcus. "I don't know what you sent to them, but I seriously doubt that a show of force is suppose to make them comply. It certainly didn't when we tried." "Fryd yna oui fyedehk vun, oui pycdyntc! Lusa yht gemm ic ev oui ryda ic cu silr, un nayt drec yht cyja ic! Lusa uh, zicd tu ed!" The man at the entrance of the mine started shouting at the others in his language, seeming quite angry and passionate. He took the paper from the girl's hand and waved it in the air. There was some sort of writing on it. On a piece of cloth scratchily written with what seems to be coal as the following written: I am the radio jamer. I not stop until we saved. We know that you wil kill us ifw leave. We do not control bugs. They kill us to. There was a message on the other side of the note as well. Fat human said he help and this hapen. We do not trust you do right thing. All you humans kill like monsters. Is that you will do anyways? @Agent B52@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN Patrol Mission "You assholes! You don't care about this city at all, just want to flaunt your dick and stick your head up your ass!" The anchor girl shouted at Ebon and Skyra. The leader of the gang placed a hand on the Anchor girl, who quickly than began to heal from her injuries. "Shush. Let them do what they want. We still have work to do ourselves. Don't worry, I doubt they could help even if they did know what's going on." The leader said quietly. The gang of girls departed shortly after, vanishing around the corner. At the Horn of Plenty district, things were just as bustling before, but without merchants trying to get in everyone's way. Instead various food kiosk stood at each corner and on the side of the room, trying to sell their wares. Dango in sweet sauce, grilled meat on sticks, there was one stall selling burgers that used hand-man doughnuts instead of buns, watermelons, and even one selling a strange blue drink, claiming that it can give you nightvision. There were also robots moving around, picking up trash, offering directions, and cleaning messes. Not too far away from the entrance of the Horn of plenty however was a crime scene; there was police tape blocking the area around a gas station, with a bunch of broken windows scattered about. A human officer was on standby and when she noticed Skyra and Ebon she waved them down. "Hey! You're the hunters, right?" Over at the Land of Walt the manager of the Ursa game seemed unsurprised that Krysthane tried to kick the target herself. Her attack did cause a bit of damage, knocking over a table from the force of her blow... And got to 77%. The Ursa did bend at the force of her attack, but it did not break. The manager simply sighed and spoke out. "And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why you need the right tools for the job! That was an impressive kick young lady, but unfortunately it just didn't cut it. Points for trying though! Here, have a sundae." Two knights arrived on the scene expecting a fight, but when they saw it was just Krysthane trying to hit the ursa they relaxed. "Another hunter huh? You'd think they would know how to hit an ursa for maximum damage!" One of the knights said. The other knight just laughed and noticed Sepia. There was a nudge between the two, a couple of hand motions, and one of the knights approached the absent-minded huntress. He leaned in closely and whispered something into Sepia's ears. "Psst, hey. The sweet spot on the ursa isn't on it's head. Well, not on it's face. It's actually right underneath it's chin. Most people do an overhead smash, but what you actually need to do it do an underhand swing. That'll give you at least 50%, so if you put some power into it you can hit a hundred easy." @SevenStormStyle@PyroDash888@Ryonara</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Emerald's ears perked up as Vega addressed her. She was actually talking to her! Yay! She sat up straight in her chair a bounced in it a bit, as if there was something inside her that made it impossible to hold still. "Well, I like to eat ice cream...watch movies...play games...get into foodfights...jump off cliffs...catch bugs...climb trees...snowball fights...avoid yellow snow...practice with my weapons...practice with my weapons on grimm...see how long I can hold my breath...stare at fish in aquariums..." She paused. "There's a lot more, but I'm getting tired of talking."</s>	<\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel was relaxing on one of the hospital beds, having been dragged here due to his wound. Apparently, the bullet had gone through his body, so there wasn't any need for surgery to extract any bullets. However, the wound was still quite severe, so he had been forced to stay at the infirmary. Needless to say, Daniel was not pleased, but there was nothing he could do about it. The recovery time was not given to him, which made waiting even worse for him. Robert and Priscilla were uninjured, but Greyson took even worse of a hit than Daniel did. It wasn't pretty at all. Daniel looked at everyone, then realized how silent the group was at the moment. Daniel was considering which joke to use in the current atmosphere, and was about to say something, when Abel and Sapphire came in. Guess a few of the others were returning from their missions too. Then the small talk began. "An understatement for sure," Daniel agreed with Robert. "Especially considering what Ms. Popular's going through," referring to Priscilla. "As for the mission, lemme tell ya, getting shot is not fun." Then came a mention of a ferret. Daniel decided to shut up for once and listen to this story. It wasn't every day you'd hear about a ferret, after all.</s>
<\|description\|>Daniel Day Dalton Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: - Dragon's Fang: a straight double-edged short sword. The blade is black, with a white line in the middle. The blade can be set ablaze, which also causes the white line to turn red. The blade can also launch the flames from the blade as a fireball, which consequently extinguishes the blade, but it can easily be reignited. - Dragon's Claw: Also a black blade with a white line in the middle, and can be set ablaze, but this blade is a hand and a half sword, single-edged and curved. Like the short sword, its white line turns red when set ablaze and can shoot fire, but unlike the short sword, it shoots the fire as a flamethrower. Both are capable of absorbing flames, whether from each other, an explosion, etc. The stronger the flame, the more power it absorbs, and vice versa. Specialty: Holds the short sword in his left hand and the longsword in the right. Barrages the enemy with the short sword with fast pierces and slashes, using the longsword to deliver the final blow. Deals a high amount of damage very quickly, using both swords and flames (usually at the same time), but not really one to take as many blows. It won't stop him from charing in head first though. Semblance: Inferno: Engulfs himself with fire (does not burn himself or whatever he's touching unless he wants it to get burned) and increases his physical abilites (mainly strength and speed). Doing so will turn his hair from black to blonde, though why it does this is unknown. He can also just engulf one part of his body (an arm, a leg, etc) rather than his entire body (his hair will not turn blonde this way, unless the flames engulf his head). The flames can be absorbed by his own blades, but doing so tires him out quicker. Personality: He's hot headed for sure. Very easy to anger and very easy to excite. Get on his bad side, he'll demand a fight and you'll probably be lucky if all he does is burn off your hair. Get on his good side, well, it's handy to have a human torch on your side. He believes that just about every solution to a problem involves fire or explosions. Surprisingly enough, it's worked well enough in the past, although most of those events were really solved due to luck. He also tends to be rather overconfident during fights, and gets insulted easily during fights. Color: Light orange. Emblem: The symbol for fire, and his two blades crossed in front of it. The fire will be orange, and the swords are entirely black (blade, hilt, everything). Here for reference. Appearance: This guy. Also come here if you prefer. This is also a really good picture.</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel's thoughts were interrupted by someone asking him a question. Daniel turned around and saw Greyson offering him some cards to play. Daniel took them, then said, "I never learned how to play card games. Never had the time for them, and no one ever wanted to teach me. So, I'll probably do terribly on this." Whether or not that was true, Daniel had no idea, but there was only one way to find out. "You can go first," Daniel said while listening in the background for the ferret story.</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson nodded at him and decided to talk while they played " I used to play a lot of card games by myself when I was younger it was nice sometimes and lonely other times". Greyson said as he looked at his cards and put down some cards "two 4's" Greyson said and waiting to see if Daniel would want to call him on it and say BS. This game was the only game Greyson knew to play with others, most of the time he would play solitaire or 21 by himself. It was nice to have someone to play against even if they were in better shape then Greyson was and would probably leave earlier then him...</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane brightened up, actually this gave her the perfect chance to began questioning. "No sir, we're here for a mission actually. As you probably know a bunch of police officers are down with the flu right now so my team was called in to temporarily assist and keep an eye out. Right now we're attempting to investigate some reports on vandals in the area causing some problems in the area, do you know anything about that? Oh and also, I know it sounds silly but have you had any Grimm sightings in the area recently?" Krysthane inquired, all business now that her playtime was done. Hopefully these knights would have something more concrete to work on, so far it seemed the Grimm sighting were nothing serious.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Ciel - Resolute "I am still unsure on all of this something smells foul about all of this" Ciel spoke up stating her own opinions on the matter at hand. While it was true that these people weren't the strongest minus her minor effort of fear and getting caught in the illusion. "I do think that it could be a front and perhaps we were meant to find these but this could just be me being overly cautious." She continued as she turned briefly to face her team mates. Maybe it was just her but she did believe that despite everything that happened that it was to easy to grab said information they were practically screaming their colors for the world to see. Still she supposed Jack could be right and they were mere peons in the scheme of things rather than anything else. Beyond that though they completed the mission and to her that was what mattered more it showcased to her at least her faults and she was going to become stronger or have a way to make sure she won't fall for such illusions again.</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel watched as Greyson put two cards face down and declare, "Two fours." If Daniel understood correctly, he needed to put cards face down as well and tell his opponent what they were. Sounded simple. A little too simple, perhaps. Well, he'd learn the rules as he went. Daniel took one card from his hand and placed it face down, saying, "One 5."</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega I say your bluffing" Greyson said with a small smile wondering if he was right, it was a small thrill thinking he could be right or wrong on this. Not fighting for your life kind of thrill but it was so much better then sitting in bed waiting for his wound to heal. If Greyson was right about Daniel's bluff then Daniel would have to take all the cards currently on the pile the name of the game was to empty the hand and if they had most of the cards in the deck they would end up loosing the game. Greyson wondered how Robert and Priscilla were doing as they talked about a pet having a semblance or something. Greyson didn't think it was odd since the Faunus were part animals why wouldn't a real animal have one? That was just Greyson's opinion however...</s>	<\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton "I say you're bluffing," Greyson said. Daniel raised an eyebrow. Now there's the catch in this game, Daniel thought. So the objective was to lie about the cards they were placing down, and without getting caught, probably. Unfortunately for Greyson, Daniel had not been lying about the card, and Daniel flipped the card over, revealing it to be the 5 of clubs. "Sorry, man, this is a five," Daniel said, grinning. "So, what happens if you get it wrong?"</s>
<\|description\|>Victor Glade Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: A Prosthetic right arm that can be removed. His combat arm is highly durable with immense grip strength. If grabbed by the wrist and a hidden switch pressed it detaches and transforms into a classical Long sword. When Victor presses his left fist into the right palm and twists the mechanical fingers clamp down and the prosthetic right arm covers his left, creating a Megaman style buster cannon (likes to keep this as a hidden surprise). Specialty: A showy front-line brawler that punishes anyone foolish enough to ignore him. While using his prosthetic arm Victor uses a high-flying grappler fighting style similar to a Luchadore. Using the Longsword Victor uses a high momentum style, using centrifugal force to add power to his slashes since he can't use his other arm to add cutting strength. Using the Mega Buster, Victor is less balanced than normal and as such tries to brace himself as much as possible. Victor can adjust the power and recoil of the buster, but he needs to be braced against something to use it's full power due to the recoil. Semblance: Personal Space Projects a bubble of aura that grants Victor complete awareness of everything within it, allowing instantaneous reactions. Personality: Victor is a cheery guy who has trouble accepting help from others. He is friendly and socialises, but will never ask for help. He has a bit of a complex about proving that he is capable of doing things on his own due to his need for a prosthetic arm and having been pitied for it since he was young. Color: Vermilion Emblem: A shooting star Appearance: 170 cm with a runner's athletic build. Sandy blond hair that is pulled back into a small ponytail to keep it out of his green eyes. Favors wearing t-shirts, usually a peachy orange, to give him easy access to his mechanical right arm. His mechanical arm is a matte red with polished silver joints that catch the light. Navy-blue jeans, white belt, and orange sneakers complete his ensemble.</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren really tried to concentrate on the speech in front of her. But, she couldn't. She was hungry, but she knew she wasn't. It was the kind of hunger a drug addict had, and as much as that addict might try to deny the cravings, they would not go away until sated. And, in this room of so many people, she was going mental. So many people, but she couldn't touch a single one, or they would know. She didn't want anyone to know. Knowing is bad. She heard her name spoken by Ozpin, and the team name of 'Gilgamesh' which was a pretty awesome name. Not that it mattered to her. The fire in her veins wouldn't quit it because of a fancy name. There was only one thing that could quench that fire, and it was not something good, or easily obtained. As she was going though her problems, one of her team mates suggested that they change the name, because of some stupid human reason. Irritated, Mokuren stepped forwards until she was level with his ear, and then spoke. "Shut up, or I'll kill you" She whispered, barely stopping herself from carrying out her threat and then relieving her urge. She would keep it under wraps now, if only for now. This man, with his stupid, pathetic complaint deserved no sympathy from Mokuren, even if he was going to be a team mate from now on.</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery Priscilla was actually relieved that they finally got out of that situation that happened back there in the forest with those creatures. And they were the first one to reunite so that was good too. As they arrived into the auditorium, the professor was speaking about who was going to be the leader of the team. Basically all four of them were going to be in the team for the rest of their Beacon lives. That sounded not to bad actually, she got a good bond with them. They were basically like the fantastic four, as Robert said. That's right, Robert. He was going to be the leader of the team! He actually deserves to be the leader because he is a leader and he acts like on as well. Also he was a big ole nerdy guy like Reed from the Fantastic four, so that was interesting. Priscilla smiled at her team, as they walked to their room. "Well.. we could always..go explore the academy or something?" That was a thought but she actually just wanted to lay down and relax a little, but of course.. the boys probably wouldn't want that. So she decided to do anything they wanted to do. "Eh. Anything you guys want to do. I'll be fine."</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel smirked as his name was called. It was only natural that he would pass the initiation. Admittedly it was not what he had expected, but it was exciting, and it actually forced him to work in a team. Admittedly, his teammates came in handy, but he didn't really like being in a team. Oh well, four years wouldn't be too long. His team leader, Robert if he remembered correctly, suddenly decided that they should go to their room. Daniel was about to use his usual, "Who made you boss?" line when he realized how stupid that sounded right now. He glanced at the other teams, then followed Robert to their room. It was smaller than he expected. "OK, let's establish whose beds are whose," Daniel said. "We certainly don't want to mix up our beds and find people sleeping in the wrong beds, now would we? Although... finding a girl sleeping in your bed might not be a bad thing, eh?" He gave a little nudge to Priscilla, then laughed at his own joke.</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni raised an eyebrow as the beautiful fox faunas turn towards him and whispered into his ear a death threat. Even though he had received many death threats in his life time, he had never felt the way he did when he heard this one. Geni was immediately attracted to the woman, although the woman probably despised him, he would find a way to get on her good side. Geni had kind off hoped that she would be the kind type but this would work out, they would need the badass chick to complete the groups awesomeness. But Geni had to wonder why she was so mean, all he wanted was a cool team name that would complement the true nature of the team itself. Unfortunately someone did not like that idea and decided to convey that dislike through the form of a death threat. Although the woman had established her own opinion on the matter, still had 2 more voters left. Unfortunately, he knew that this was not a democracy and it was probably not up to him, but it was a good conversation starter. "Look lady, we're not gonna get all gladiatorial on each other. Not gonna happen. But I would love to get to know you more. Kuren right?" He said with a grin on his face. Geni was not sure if that was the girl's name, it was kinda hard to catch the name of your teammate when your fighting for your life, and that same teammate decides the threaten you.</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson smiled as he followed Robert to their new room, Greyson was a little disappointed that he couldn't be leader but it was probably for the best anyways if anything Greyson would make battle plans for the team instead. Right now Greyson just wanted to lay down and relax knowing they would be starting the real school stuff soon so Greyson wanted to just relax for a few moments before going off to do whatever they decided on. For once it was a good thing that Greyson wasn't the only high strong person they had in their team compared to Daniel. "first order of business should be personalizing our spaces so that we know who's bed belongs to who." Greyson said smiling since they all had their own beds and small area they should start decorating accordingly ask they wouldn't get confused as to who sleeps where. Greyson was glad he had a team like this and could rely on them like their battle with the giant bull with a huge attitude</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren's eyes blazed as her team mate was quickly devolving into 'most recent fix'. He said they where not going to go at it gladiatorial style, and even got her name wrong. She herself wasn't listening to Ozpin and so didn't know her target's name, but there was quite a good reason for that. This human on the other hand didn't seem to have anything wrong with him, except his brain. That thing was clearly damaged if he thought to complain at something as minute and meaningless as a team name. He was even grinning. If Mokuren tried to grin right now, she'd terrify any onlooker that cared to onlook. It grated her nerves, and those where already under a lot of strain. She gripped the sword at her side tightly for a few seconds, before letting it go and swishing her tail erratically. "No, we aren't going at it gladiatorial style. That would imply you have a fair chance, and as such would be stupid. But if you do want to know more about me, then maybe you can get a better set of priorities. The name of our team is fleeting and has no grasp on the mortal realm. And I really don't see what problem you have with Gilgamesh anyway. He sounds like an interesting person" Mokuren replied, trying not to bare her teeth at him. In such a situation, the sharp, carnivorous fangs probably wouldn't be taken the right way. "And if you wish for my name, then you should have listened to the professor"</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert took note of Priscilla's request to explore the campus, and was about to ask Greyson and Daniel when he realized that they had arrived at their room. He turned back around, used one of the keys that had been folded into the instructions to open the door, and then handed the remaining three to Priscilla, Greyson, and Daniel. It was then that Greyson and Daniel answered Robert's question. It was also then that Robert suddenly changed his care-free mood, to one easily described as 'hidden anger.' While both of their suggestions sounded reasonable, it was Daniel's second comment that had the effect on Robert's mood. It wasn't just the fact that Robert had feelings for Priscilla, that was bad enough. It was the fact that Daniel had said that last part in such a... perverted way. That was what suddenly pissed Robert off, though you wouldn't have been able to tell just by looking at him. "Alright everyone, just pick your bed then," he said. He purposefully waited for Priscilla to choose he bed before quickly choosing the one he felt was closest to hers. No way was he letting Daniel get near her, now. For a moment he wondered if he might have been overreacting though, but the idea was quickly dismissed. Once everyone had picked their beds, Robert stood back up and spoke. "So, you guys want to organize the room and stuff. Right?" he said, pointing to Greyson and Daniel. "And you want to go exploring the campus," he now said this while pointing at Priscilla. He then looked down at the foot of his bed where he would have temporarily left his belongings, if he had any. "Well, I'm all unpacked... and I'm not too big on decorating, so if you want to go exploring, I'm all ready to go," he said to Priscilla. He then moved towards the exit, stopped, turned, and leaned against the wall next to it. "You guys wanna come?" he asked politely.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro "Dad, no, please. DAD! DAD!" a female voice shouted, grabbing Kuhaku from his dream and jerking him back to reality. Eyes slowly opening, his white ears twitched and swiveled searching for the source of the shouting that woke him up. Carefully, he sat up in his hospital bed. Rubbing his eyes, he yawned. Looking at his hands, he sat there in silence wondering if he just imagined the shouting. How long had he been sleeping for? "NO!" the same voice from earlier screamed, startling Kuhaku and making him jump. He definitely didn't imagine the voice. There was a ruckus, a short commotion. Was someone hurt? What was going on? Remaining still, he listened carefully. Someone was crying. Looking at the medical equipment he was connected to, he moved quickly. He pulled out the IV drip, removed the oxygen mask from his face, the heart rate monitor, and anything else he was attached to. As the heart rate monitor flatlined and droned on after being disconnected from him, he pulled it closer and switched it off. Grabbing onto the sides of the medical bed, he swung his legs from underneath the blankets and stood. Wincing, his muscles ached and his bones groaned at him. But, he was okay. More importantly, someone in the infirmary with him seemed to be in distress. Throwing open his privacy curtains, he used his hearing to pinpoint the source of the crying. As he stood in front of the patient's privacy curtain, he spoke up and announced himself. It was only polite. "H-...Hello? Hey, are you alright? Is everything okay in there? I heard some shouting and crying and I wanted to come check up on you. Is it alright if I come in?" He reached in and parted the curtains just ever so slightly, just enough to poke one white tiger ear in along with his tail. It was his odd way of showing who he was to test the waters incase it was someone who knew him or he knew.</s>	<\|message\|>Victor Glade Victor was more tired than he had felt in a long time. He was bruised and battered, his left eye throbbing, a bandaged cut on his left forearm and his right leg supporting all his weight. Despite all that he had a grin on his face. I won, that cat lady got me good with her tail, but I'm standing here! Victorious!. Hearing the yell of "Kaput!" Victor looked over and saw three angry faces glaring back. Well they are already angry... no harm in a bit of taunting Waving back at the angry trio, Victor blew a kiss in their direction. While making a 'call me' hand with his prosthetic Victor yelled "Robo-Kitten! Call me! We can discuss maintenance tips!" turning his attention back to the professor he heard that Rayna would be the leader of the newly christened Jormungandr. It makes sense that I'm not the leader, I currently lack the qualities a leader needs, although I do have an iron fist. Chuckling at his own joke, Victor looked out the corner of his eyes and smiled "I'll be sure to learn everything I can from you Miss Rayna. Please show me what makes a good leader" I'll need to know if I'm going take back my place at home</s>
<\|description\|>Victor Glade Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: A Prosthetic right arm that can be removed. His combat arm is highly durable with immense grip strength. If grabbed by the wrist and a hidden switch pressed it detaches and transforms into a classical Long sword. When Victor presses his left fist into the right palm and twists the mechanical fingers clamp down and the prosthetic right arm covers his left, creating a Megaman style buster cannon (likes to keep this as a hidden surprise). Specialty: A showy front-line brawler that punishes anyone foolish enough to ignore him. While using his prosthetic arm Victor uses a high-flying grappler fighting style similar to a Luchadore. Using the Longsword Victor uses a high momentum style, using centrifugal force to add power to his slashes since he can't use his other arm to add cutting strength. Using the Mega Buster, Victor is less balanced than normal and as such tries to brace himself as much as possible. Victor can adjust the power and recoil of the buster, but he needs to be braced against something to use it's full power due to the recoil. Semblance: Personal Space Projects a bubble of aura that grants Victor complete awareness of everything within it, allowing instantaneous reactions. Personality: Victor is a cheery guy who has trouble accepting help from others. He is friendly and socialises, but will never ask for help. He has a bit of a complex about proving that he is capable of doing things on his own due to his need for a prosthetic arm and having been pitied for it since he was young. Color: Vermilion Emblem: A shooting star Appearance: 170 cm with a runner's athletic build. Sandy blond hair that is pulled back into a small ponytail to keep it out of his green eyes. Favors wearing t-shirts, usually a peachy orange, to give him easy access to his mechanical right arm. His mechanical arm is a matte red with polished silver joints that catch the light. Navy-blue jeans, white belt, and orange sneakers complete his ensemble.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond gave a dismissive grunt as she thrown her coat on the remaining corner bed to the far right. The cold wall would be a nice creature comfort in the summers. she noticed their luggage has been delivered to the room by the school's staff - how nice of them! - and she went for her bag, digging out a towel, a black nightgown and a bag of toiletries. She had an experience of having roommates, and she knew it always ended in the last guy having no hot water left for them. "Dibs on the shower. Enter at your own peril." she challenged with a seductive smile. One very relieving shower later Diamond lumbered back into the room, the hat seemingly never leaving her head if not for the fact it was dry. She even tried not to be wasting too much of their time and water, but they didn't need to know that. "Hey boss, when's the wake up call?" she asked, checking if the scrolls had an alarm clock app to them or if she'd have to use her watch. One look at the large bag and she decided that shelving her stuff could wait for tomorrow. Shoving it under the bed she lied down, sliding the hat to cover her face for the night.</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery As they walked around the hall, now making their way towards the cafeteria where the lunch would be at. Now arriving there, they made the huge line waiting for the food. Hopefully there would be some good food there because she was not going to make this big line for no reason and then the food tasting disgusting, oh no! Priscilla stretched letting go of Robert's arm and now picking out her food. "Mmmm! All looks so delicious!" Priscilla turned to Robert grabbing his food. Men love to eat! So she did the same and picked out her food, BUT it was totally different from Robert. Instead of a burger, she picked up a tray full of salad with the dressing and white chicken cut in small half slices. As they sat down on the table, she began to eat her food while staring at Robert eating. He was so cute eating. "Uhh.. My food? It taste good, hah. It's just salad. I had a craving for it!"</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro As Ms. Rode took her slice of cake, she dropped it shortly after upon hearing Gren's words. However, she was able to react quickly enough to twist and catch it. Kuhaku's ears and tail perked up, he was impressed by her reflexes. It wasn't often you saw a human with quick reflexes like that. She looked to be in pain as she stood up slowly. He frowned and looked down at his body as he ate his slice of cake. Aside from a few scratches, cuts, and bruises that were nearly completely healed, he looked and felt fine. Whatever happened between the four of them, he apparently made it out in a lot better shape than Ms. Rode. Sure, he was a little achy and sore, but he wasn't in outright pain like she was. Despite how Kuhaku may look, he is a scrappy and tough individual. "Excuse me?" her voice tinged with disbelief. "We passed? But that battle was a complete disaster, by all rights half the team should be dead." "Battle?..." Kuhaku blinked. "Relax. You're still injured, but you're also alive. I'll explain what had happened the best I can." the armored creature said. The Creature walked over to Kuhaku's bed and neatened it for him, pulling the IV close to him. He looked up at the armored creature, looking a bit lost. Did he intend for him to lay back down and put the IV back in? The creature did the same for Ms. Rode, finally pulling up a chair to sit down to explain what happened. "First, I'll start my reintroducing myself and each other. It seems that Shiro has... Forgotten, so forgive me for speaking about anything redundant." Kuhaku's vision started to fade in and out. A gradually intensifying high-pitched whine irritating him, his ears twitching furiously. "I am Gren Orchid, boar faunas, also known as a-..." "Gren...? His head started to ache. The whining sound deafened him, his hearing going in and out. Allowing him to only hear bits and pieces of what Gren was saying. "...we later met with Abel Fulgurate..." "Abel..." As Gren continued explaining what happened before, Kuhaku's condition deteriorated. His vision failed him, becoming partially blind. His golden hazel eyes glazed over. The incessant high-pitched whine deafened him completely. His head felt as though it were in tightening vice grip, feeling as though it were splitting apart. Placing a hand on his forehead, he closed his eyes. "Ugh..." Unable to finish the remainder of his cake, he carefully set his fork down onto the plate and looked over at the nearby nightstand. Lifting his shaking hands, he reached over to try and set it aside. "...Shiro's semblance. He had used it to help me..." "...So I did use it..." His shaking became uncontrollable, the plate of cake slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground. The plate shattered, the fork clattered musically against the ground. Something willed him to move. He suddenly had an intense urge to leave the infirmary, not that he enjoyed his time there. Uncurling his legs, he stood and instantly crumpled to the ground with a thud. Reaching up, he grabbed the side of the bed and pulled himself up. "I have to leave.." He dragged himself around the bed. With his sense of smell still fully functioning, he located his belongings set neatly on the other side. The image of his sword and shield stood out clearly in the background of his heavily-blurred vision. "Kladenets...Perun..." Reaching out towards his weapons, his paw (hand) touched the face of the shield and a small amount of relief washed over him. Though made of cold metal, it radiated a faint warmth to Kuhaku. "I can't stay here." He pulled the sword and shield close to his chest, embracing them. "I'll lose everything. I have to-...while I can still move..." He shook his head, but that made things worse. The room felt as though it were spinning, making him feel sick. Noticing the bandages on his arms, he began to growl softly. Letting go to look at his hands, the weapons fell clanging loudly against the ground. "What am I wearing?" He looked at his body and pulled at the hospital clothing he had on. "Where...am I?" He looked around at the room, eyes still glazed over and partially blind. The deafening ringing in his ears driving him mad. He was wearing hospital clothes. It smelled like a hospital. He strongly dislikes hospitals. They reminded him too much of the time when he was found. The chemical smells and bright lights. The sterility of it all. "I have to hurry. I have to get out of here." Growling, he tore off the hospital clothing that was given to him, throwing it against the wall. Grabbing at the neatly folded pile of his clothing, he was amazingly able to somehow redress himself. Snatching up the fallen weapons, he rammed the sword into a compartment within the shield and sheathed it. The sword locked into place in the shield with a click-click. Slinging the combined pair onto his back, he stumbled to his feet. Slamming into the nearest wall, he stood for a moment leaning against it. "Wait, I made a mess right? I need to clean it u-" The high-pitched whining grew louder, his head feeling as though it were fit to burst. Shutting his eyes tight, he placed his hands on his head and gritted his fangs (teeth). He slid to the ground, on his knees. "M-my name is Kuhaku Shiro. I am 17 years old. I am a White Tiger Faunus. My parents were legendary Hunters. My mother's sword is Kladenets. My father's shield is Perun..." He repeated over and over in his head, clinging to his thoughts to prevent them from running away from him. Slowly, as the pain subsided slightly, he opened his eyes and froze in fear at what he saw. They were people. No, they were shadows. They were something. Sapphire, Gren, and Abel were gone. In their place were what Kuhaku called the Shadow Men, and they chased him ever since he was little. Following him, invading his nightmares, always there. Always just watching. He never knew what they were or what they wanted from him. They were looking at him, though not really. They had no eyes or any other physical features. Just thick, black clouds that vaguely resembled a person. They were whispering something to him or at him, but he couldn't understand what they were saying. They always appeared whenever he lost more of his memory. Just exactly how many times did he use his Semblance? He always thought the Shadow Men were the things that took his precious memories from them. All he knew was that he was scared of them. Scrambling backwards, he tried to press his body into the wall his back was against. He looked at their large forms with absolute terror and horror as they came closer to him. That's right, they were why he got the feeling that he needed to leave. They were coming for him. Eyes wide, chest heaving as he panted raggedly, he desperately sought an escape. But, he was trapped in a room with them now. They'll get him now. They'll steal more of his beloved memories. Sniffing, he smelled the clean outside air. Focusing on that scent, he blinked furiously. In a moment of clarity, he saw his way out. An open window. Bringing in his knees to press against the wall, he went for it. With one powerful heave, he lunged towards the window and cleared it. Crashing into the ground and vegetation, he rolled and tumbled a small distance. Shaking dirt and leaves from his white fur (hair) he looked up to see the Shadow Men at the window. He gave them a look of fear as he turned away from them. On all fours, he broke into a sprint. Running as far and as fast as he could, to get away. He tore through the school's campus, his vision degraded into a narrow tunnel. As he ran, tears streamed from his eyes. He blinked furiously to clear them away. "Don't forget. Don't forget. Don't forget..." he repeated to himself quietly in between breaths as he bounded away from the Shadow Men. "I must've seemed so weak." As he ran, he was confused as to why that thought creeped into his pounding mind. After a few minutes of sprinting, his healing body could take no more and he crashed into some shrubs. Breathing hard, he looked over his shoulder. No Shadow Men. He could see the building he was in off in the distance. Unmoving, he decided the ground was comfortable enough for a short break. Calming his breathing, he closed his eyes. His head still buzzed painfully. He decided he would rest here, wherever he was. He quickly fell asleep, hidden there in the greenery.</s>	<\|message\|>Victor Glade Hearing his new fearless leader say that he looked like crap he had to smile. Well she isn't wrong and stumbled after the group I hope this won't become a theme. Just walking was pain Kitty, I'm better pay you back for spearing my leg, everyone else was more or less settled by the time Victor entered the room. With a weary smile he made his way to a free bed. Instead of climbing into bed, Victor fell in the general direction of his bed, hitting the ground hard and dragging himself halfway back up before succumbing to sleep. ::FEW HOURS LATER:: It was a different dream each night for Victor, but they all end the same way, him losing his arm. Tonight he was before a Queen dressed in blue ordering it removed. Being dragged in a spiral downward into the depths of a castle Victor was unresisting as his arm was placed in some kind of guillotine, aimed to cut through his shoulder. As the blade fell it made a shrieking noise woke Victor. Rayna was standing proud armed with a whistle and launched into a speech. Attempting to lift himself up Victor went to put his weight on his right arm... and nothing was there. Falling with all the grace of a one armed man Victor slowly picked himself up and sat on the end of his bed. Utterly confused Victor started looking around for his arm. It shouldn't be hard to find, it's the size of an arm and is red with shiny parts. It doesn't exactly blend in... how did it come off? It's supposed to be battle ready... Hearing Rayna say that "We next find those Catapult scum and throw stuff at their windows" Victor had to wonder Are Catapult petty enough to steal my arm? Well they were pretty angry... damn those bastards. Grabbing some clean clothes out of his bag took longer than Victor expected, he continued trying to use his right arm. Finally dressed in a bright orange t-shirt and pale blue shorts Victor caught up to the rest of his team muttering to himself "Those bastards probably think that I can't fight without it, won't they be in for a shock when I get my hand on them!" Tugging at his empty right sleeve Victor felt unbalanced and annoyed. With frustration rising he had to speak up "Hey fearless leader! Any chance we can find Catapult any sooner? I have some things I want to ask them!"</s>
<\|description\|>Victor Glade Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: A Prosthetic right arm that can be removed. His combat arm is highly durable with immense grip strength. If grabbed by the wrist and a hidden switch pressed it detaches and transforms into a classical Long sword. When Victor presses his left fist into the right palm and twists the mechanical fingers clamp down and the prosthetic right arm covers his left, creating a Megaman style buster cannon (likes to keep this as a hidden surprise). Specialty: A showy front-line brawler that punishes anyone foolish enough to ignore him. While using his prosthetic arm Victor uses a high-flying grappler fighting style similar to a Luchadore. Using the Longsword Victor uses a high momentum style, using centrifugal force to add power to his slashes since he can't use his other arm to add cutting strength. Using the Mega Buster, Victor is less balanced than normal and as such tries to brace himself as much as possible. Victor can adjust the power and recoil of the buster, but he needs to be braced against something to use it's full power due to the recoil. Semblance: Personal Space Projects a bubble of aura that grants Victor complete awareness of everything within it, allowing instantaneous reactions. Personality: Victor is a cheery guy who has trouble accepting help from others. He is friendly and socialises, but will never ask for help. He has a bit of a complex about proving that he is capable of doing things on his own due to his need for a prosthetic arm and having been pitied for it since he was young. Color: Vermilion Emblem: A shooting star Appearance: 170 cm with a runner's athletic build. Sandy blond hair that is pulled back into a small ponytail to keep it out of his green eyes. Favors wearing t-shirts, usually a peachy orange, to give him easy access to his mechanical right arm. His mechanical arm is a matte red with polished silver joints that catch the light. Navy-blue jeans, white belt, and orange sneakers complete his ensemble.</s> <\|message\|>Ineko Irandi "Hey kid," Ineko heard, and felt a tapping on his shoulder, he glanced up to the blue haired girl "Are you stupid or just plain simple? Of course we need to know how to fight humans. The Hunters aren't the only ones with semblance or the power of aura and not everyone uses that ability for good. What happens when we have to face off against a group like the White Fang or a criminal organization of aura users. If you don't know how to fight your fellow humans you won't last day." Ineko thought for a second about what she said, and nodded slightly in agreement. Before he could reply, a number of things happened. Another girl interjected with her own opinion of the subject. Ivan stood up and gave the blue haired girl a piece of his own mind, defending Ineko, much to his worry. Concerned of escalation, Ineko got up too and placed his hand gently on Ivan's shoulder, "Ivan, no need to defend me, I am not offended." Ineko turned to Sapphire, the girl who had lectured him. Before be said anything, somehow pieces of food and milk had landed on Damascus. He sighed softly, looking down at the mess on him, he looked back up to Sapphire, who now would have a much better look at his cybernetic jaw and throat. "My apologies for my ignorance, my mind was on other things, and I hadn't thought that far in regards to the possible opponents I would have." He spoke, his mouth didn't move as the words came out, it was like a speaker had been installed and the voice was coming through that. "Now, I should get myself cleaned off." Gesturing to the mess on his armor. He turned back towards his table and put his helmet back on, after a quick check of the time, he determined that he would be able to get a quick shower in too. He left the cafeteria and headed towards the nearest shower.</s> <\|message\|>Indigo Kafka Indigo sat surprisingly quietly through all of the conversation, simply nodding along and eating. This was kind of out of character for him, but people were making points, be they good or bad, and he wanted to hear them. Even though Ineko sounded wise, someone, Safire maybe? Had shout him down pretty quickly. Oddly enough though, Ivan immediately jumped to his defense. It made sense technically; Ineko probably wasn't one to defend himself, and Sappy or whatever her name was had insulted him thoroughly in her rebuttal. But it was Ivan doing the defending, which didn't make much sense. Then some dude slammed himself into the table like an idiot, almost coating Indi in a layer of noodles and sauce. He had played this game before though, and he was quick on the barrier draw. As he stared at his now wasted lunch, a slow rage started building as he stared up at the person who launched himself at their table. The person explained that there was food over at team Swansong's table, oddly absent of their leader. Indi's mood switched. Meat? Yes, so much yes. He heard out what the others had to say before leaving though. Sappy insulted someone yet again, and Ineko left. "Well since everyone who's not an asshole left the table, I might as well remove a dick from the situation." He said as he got up and walked over to Gren and Abel. "Hey Gren! Hey... other guy? Abel? Was it Abel? It was Abel, right?" Indi asked as he sat down next to Gren. He decided to kill two birds with one stone. "Hey, sorry about your hand dude. I know it's gonna be a little harder to entertain yourself for a bit. Hehe." He joked. How Gren responded to that icebreaker would be a good indicator of if it was used against him.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert was surprised at first that Priscilla would ever think that he would laugh at her misfortune. That would be unbelievably rude of him to do. He didn't care if other people laughed at him, he had gotten used to it with the amount of times he made a fool of himself, but he'd do whatever was in his power to keep that from happening to Priscilla. He was about to tell her all of that as well as answer her truthfully that he had purposefully refused to look when her undergarments were showing, but the bell suddenly cut him off before he got the chance, and he lost sight of Priscilla in the mass migration of students. "Remember Robert, tell her exactly all of that next time you get the chance. Don't forget a word," he said to himself as he walked to his next class. "Math. Why did it have to be math?" Robert thought out loud as Prof. Fullbuster passed out the work that he wanted everyone was to do in class. He tried his best at each problem, but found that a majority of the time he would have to skip it because he knew nothing about how it was supposed to be done. Once he had done what he could, he quickly checked the time, only to find out that only half the period had gone by. "This sucks," he said aloud before slumping in his chair. He then looked around the room to find that most of the other students were still working on their packets. Robert let out a heavy sigh before trying to find miscellaneous ways to waste time. Now history, that was something Robert was good at. Actually, a better word would have been "excelled at." When he was a small child, he would oftentimes read the local library's history books for fun. He found an odd sense of enjoyment from reading these stories of different civilizations. So, when Prof. Oobleck presented a slideshow to the class, it was mostly just review for him. Still, he enjoyed it nonetheless. Finally, Lunch came around. Unsurprisingly though, Robert had the misfortune to be at the very back of the line. He watched as everyone he knew grabbed their own lunches and began to socialize and eat, only making him more bored and more hungry. As the line got smaller and smaller, Robert could see his prize come closer and closer. The last chicken sandwich. He guessed by the fact that almost everyone had chosen it that it had to be the best item on the menu. He began to reach for it when the smell of Gren's steaks caught his attention. He turned around to try and find where the smell was coming from, but couldn't place it among the crowd. When he turned back toward the chicken sandwich, it was gone. When he was distracted someone had grabbed it right from under his nose. "Dang, I didn't want pasta." As Robert reached the front of the line, a sudden realization hit him. "I don't have any money. How am I going to pay for this food? I'm starving already, I couldn't possibly go the rest of the day without food. Oh, well. Maybe I can just feign ignorance and get a free pass this time?" he said aloud. When he gave his information to the woman working the lunch line though, she just let him pass, saying that there was more than enough money already on his account. Only one way that could have happened, Robert's old pal had bailed him out again. "I'll have to remember to go see him tomorrow, if I can't today." As Robert approached the table that Priscilla, Daniel, and Greyson were sitting, he noticed Rayna standing nearby. "Is she apologizing to Priscilla again?" Robert first thought. As he got closer though, he picked up some of what she said. "-orms of our fighting. Your weakne- you worry about how -ink of you. I took advantag- and I destroyed your will to resis-." The conversations of other students made it difficult for Robert to hear every word, but he had heard enough. She wasn't apologizing, she was making fun of her further. Or at least, that's what Robert thought. He didn't realize that Rayna's intention was to give Priscilla advice. "Hey, haven't you done enough already?" Robert asked Rayna angrily.</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni had listened attentively to Merlin's explanation of Dust. For such a small and insignificant item, it packed a large amount of power. "I could just sprinkle it on my blade, but that would eliminate the possibility and constant use. Once I used it over." Geni debated to himself in his head. The gears in his head wear turning, he thought they were turning so fast that everyone at the table to hear it. Calculations, design ideas, implications, all being imagined and planned our in his head. Each idea was neatly stored in his brain filing cabinet to be used for later. Geni looked back up at Merlin once he had snapped out of his dust induced trance. "No I don't need any help, it won't be for Ragnorock, it's for something else, if you can keep a secret, I'll tell you." He said slyly, still not sure if he was really going to tell him the truth. Then Geni listened to Merlin second comment, "You could be a much scary man if you wanted to." Geni said sarcastically, but playfully. Geni then turned to the woman who had authenticated Merlin's explanation, she might have left for another conversation, but that did not stop him from thanking her. Thank you for your help, umm, mind telling me your name." He said with a grin on his face, but he was cut short by a flying abject, that was actually a body. The other girl and instantly whipped out her weapons and was about to dice the kid, but apparently she knew him. "I though only birds flew, definitely not tigers." He sad sarcastically. He was not mad at the kid, it was not like he was eating his food or anything .</s>	<\|message\|>Victor Glade Since he hadn't really been paying attention to the clock Victor was slightly surprised when it came time for the next set of classes. Still feeling the strain of his spar, coupled with the injuries suffered during his trial, a restless night and a highly active scavenger hunt, Victor was exhausted. With the appearance of a dead man walking Victor entered the Maths classroom. Sitting down next to Rayna Victor payed the utmost attention to the lesson, he was more adept at the economic side of mathematics, but found that the basic skills were largely transferable and had little trouble keeping up. Victor didn't blaze through the assigned work like others seemed able to, but he took his time, making certain he had made no errors and that he understood it completely and then continued. As long as it continued to make sense to him, Victor continued with the work, stopping occasionally to ask Mr Fullbuster for an explanation. Eventually he stopped, not because he had trouble understanding, but because he saw Rayna occasionally struggling. Victor hated to see that his Captain was having trouble and went about explaining the parts that had tripped her up. Conveniently it was good practice for him as well, since being able to teach the work meant that he completely understood it, which gave Victor some satisfaction. By the time class had ended Victor felt somewhat refreshed. He had a little more spring in his step and he didn't have the face of a man on death row. Entering History class Victor was almost immediately exhausted again. Just watching the energetic Mr Oobleck was tiring. The history that was taught gave Victor a new insight into the past. Victor now learned that he was taught a history from a different perspective. Everyone here seemed to know history based on select key moments and politics, Victor was taught history from how money changed hands. How trade empires managed to prevent wars by denying aggressive countries enough supplies to stage a war effort, or how a city became strategically indefensible due to a single new trade route. There was some useful overlap, but a surprising amount of this knowledge was relatively new. I'm going to have to do a lot of reading, I doubt I will pass any tests if I answer my way. History done Victor made his way to lunch where Rayna decided to pay for Lunch hinting that she had a decent amount of funds. Well it is nice to be served I suppose, but isn't it improper for who is basically my superior office to do such a thing? Well all I can do is remember this debt I suppose. Let's see what she brought. Chicken and fries? Not bad, but what else was there... apple? Hmmm... "Guard my stuff, Victor, I have something to do." "Okay, go do what you have to Captain." while that was happening Victor helped himself to one of Rayna's apple slices and slumped down in his seat That was disappointing. They aren't as sweet as I'd hoped. This day is just full of disappointments isn't it? still slumped Victor craned his neck to see how Rayna was doing. Well no one is metaphorically biting her head off which is a plus. as he thought this another member of team Rampaged arrived and immediately started metaphorically biting Rayna's head off. That didn't last long... a Captain should show strength at times like this. If I go over now and try to help would I be insubordinate? Rayna did tell me to guard her stuff... I wonder how proactive I can get away with "guarding"? standing up Victor picked up Rayna's stuff with his right arm and did a slow walk around the lunch room ending up behind the aggressor. Leaning in Victor whispered in the kindest voice he could manage. "Please treat Captain Rayna with respect, sir."</s>
<\|description\|>Victor Glade Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: A Prosthetic right arm that can be removed. His combat arm is highly durable with immense grip strength. If grabbed by the wrist and a hidden switch pressed it detaches and transforms into a classical Long sword. When Victor presses his left fist into the right palm and twists the mechanical fingers clamp down and the prosthetic right arm covers his left, creating a Megaman style buster cannon (likes to keep this as a hidden surprise). Specialty: A showy front-line brawler that punishes anyone foolish enough to ignore him. While using his prosthetic arm Victor uses a high-flying grappler fighting style similar to a Luchadore. Using the Longsword Victor uses a high momentum style, using centrifugal force to add power to his slashes since he can't use his other arm to add cutting strength. Using the Mega Buster, Victor is less balanced than normal and as such tries to brace himself as much as possible. Victor can adjust the power and recoil of the buster, but he needs to be braced against something to use it's full power due to the recoil. Semblance: Personal Space Projects a bubble of aura that grants Victor complete awareness of everything within it, allowing instantaneous reactions. Personality: Victor is a cheery guy who has trouble accepting help from others. He is friendly and socialises, but will never ask for help. He has a bit of a complex about proving that he is capable of doing things on his own due to his need for a prosthetic arm and having been pitied for it since he was young. Color: Vermilion Emblem: A shooting star Appearance: 170 cm with a runner's athletic build. Sandy blond hair that is pulled back into a small ponytail to keep it out of his green eyes. Favors wearing t-shirts, usually a peachy orange, to give him easy access to his mechanical right arm. His mechanical arm is a matte red with polished silver joints that catch the light. Navy-blue jeans, white belt, and orange sneakers complete his ensemble.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert walked happily with his teammates to the Grimm Studies class, completely oblivious to Greyson's jealousy. Robert made sure that, when they arrived at the classroom, he would sit right next to those he knew, specifically Priscilla. After taking his seat he realized that the teacher was the same one that had administered the Beacon entrance exam. And sure enough, he had a long, boring, egotistical story about himself to share with the rest of the class. After the long waste of time Prof. Port spent telling the days of his youth, Robert spotted the cage that held the dangerous,young Grimm. When asked for volunteers, he thought about the decision carefully. "I still feel a bit sore from that sparring match with Abel, but it'd be a great way to show off more for Priscilla," Robert said aloud at a barely audible whisper. "I'll do it!" he shouted, hand held high above his head.</s> <\|message\|>Jayden "Jay" Xiang-Delacroix It wasn't much too difficult to pass through unnoticed, despite his daunting height and cumbersome form. Jayden held an agile grace about him that his stature didn't quite represent well, if not entirely debunked the idea, but alas, Jayden often found himself more surefooted than most. So, finding a way to slip through the crowd of students, lunch in hand and a wary feature set, Jayden through to the courtyard of Beacon, sat quiet upon a ledge to eat in peace. Of course, team bonding was at the top priority it was still technically their first casual day together. They'd set up a system in the heat of battle, sure, but Jayden in combat and Jayden in everyday life were two separate entities and it, though it came hard to admit, Jayden lacked the confidence he showed in himself outside of the field of battle. Tedious conversations and mishaps seemed far too trivial to take part in, or in reality, it put far too much pressure on Jayden than he knew he was used to or knew he could handle, for that matter. Quiet courtyards, sparse of any distractions aside from those wanted (birds, bugs, and the breeze) provided a better environment for Jayden to relax in. His battle, unfortunately, subsided promptly and came more as a shock than anything else—uneventful, to say the least, and maybe just a tad bit disappointing. Jayden refused to put up a fuss, however, and accepted the far too easy win in lieu of further moments to himself and the prospect of having those moments in solitude. Rayna and Victor would certainly be able to do without him and his stalwart figure, not to mention unassuming rabbit ears. Plus, Jayden was far too hungry and he'd suspected that if hadn't taken the chance to leave, he might not have had the opportunity to eat. Lunch times in any kind of educational system didn't really provide the time for their children to eat. More so, the students didn't provide themselves any time to eat—high hormone levels and puberty tended to raise priority on antics over that of getting food in one's stomach, at least from Jayden's perspective. With the bell tone ringing in his ears, Jayden stood from his perch on the low wall to dispose of the food he hadn't eaten and the tray within the cafeteria before promptly making his way toward his next class. Grimm Studies, something Jayden took delight in, though not necessarily for the reason of defeating them in numerous, creative ways. He refused to voice his opinions and his delight in studying Grimm in a more scientific way rather than combative, as Beacon didn't necessarily nurture that in their students, or at least that's what most students would assume. Such a thought urged Jayden to take the furthest seat in the back, away from all the other students and for more reasons than he had a different opinion than them. Most people didn't take to faunus lightly and Jayden's ears were a glowing beacon for people to comment on. They were large, occasionally floppy, and most of all, they were a stark tinge of black, with a base of largely white, and speckles of dark green scattered about that stood out most definitely against the backdrop of his own jet black hair. Hands folded along the desk, highest and furthest back, Jayden paid close attention to the students of the classroom, though kept most of his focus on his teacher and what he had to say. Of course, he wasn't exactly expecting for the first class to be so... hands on and the query for volunteers flared Jayden's anxiety tenfold. Ears folding downward in an attempt to shrink, Jayden leaned back into his chair, hands sinking into his lap as his eyes scanned the room in antiipation. "You realize it's your job to assist students with behavioral issues, right?" Ahriman's hands flicked over his roster, leaning informally against Solomon's desk with little concern for the man fussing over coffee in the corner of his office. Why he wouldn't just head over to the break room for freshly brewed coffee amazed Ahriman, but he wouldn't bring it up. With Solomon's ailment, having things he needed or wanted within reach was far simpler. With a frustrated sigh, Solomon slammed his personal coffee mug down and spun to face Ahriman. "And you realize you're wasting your prep time making googly eyes at another teacher," he retorted before returning to fixing his coffee machine. A light haze floated along Ahriman's features, promptly followed by a quiet grumble only the stag faunus' ears could quite catch. A small smile lit Ahriman's lips as he pushed off from the desk. "Jealous of a piece of paper," he stated, "how very like you." "Not jealous," Solomon's responded, quiet as the coffee machine finally whirred to life, "just frustrated—by other means, of course. Children are... difficult. Remind me not to convince you to get one." "Duly noted," Ahriman spoke, grinning as he moved into Solomon's space, placing a light peck on the man's stubbled cheek. "Don't forget to pick up your mail. There's quite a few important things that require your attention, from Ozpin, I suspect. Or Goodwitch, both are rather important," Ahriman huffed, hushed as he laid another chaste kiss on Solomon's cheek, "I'll see you later tonight; don't stress yourself out, this time. I'd like someone to actually eat the dinner I make." "I'll try not to if you promise not to kill any kids this year," Solomon shot, turning to face a retreating Ahriman as he moved to exit the office. "Your miscreants left, by the way," Ahriman called back, "And it was his fault for not telling me he required an inhaler beforehand." "Did you seriously—" "No, just... mild brain damage." "Because brain damage can be considered mild, right."</s> <\|message\|>Merlin "Tarot" Taupe Merlin nearly fell asleep as Prof. Port expertly told his story. He began to wonder if this is what people are like when they get old. Do they live so much in the past that they must always tell it to someone, or is it a way to get people to pay attention to them? Merlin pondered both scenarios in his head. He could understand both, the first would be that someone who has aged considerable may want to escape to the past that they have had, when they were younger and full of life. The second scenario is a lot more saddening. The person who has aged may feel like that life around them has begun to move forward, and they are not along for the ride; therefor, they remind those that left them behind that they still exist. Merlin didn't have such a luxury like living in the past. Just thinking about his past life made his skin crawl. He hated it, and he was going to make sure nothing like that would happen to him again. Merlin continued to think of things like this until Prof. Port finally moved away from the story and transitioned into a challenge to the newer generation. The prospect of fighting a Grimm in front of an audience excited Merlin. Without even giving it a second thought, Merlin raised his hand, leaned back, and waited for the teachers decision. "This ought to be a good show. The suspense is killing me, hehehe" He said with grin. He wasn't one to shy away from a challenge, and he also loved to entertain the audience. An opportunity that combined both of those aspects presented itself, and Merlin wasn't going to let it pass by without at least being considered for it.</s> <\|message\|>Ineko Irandi Period 4, Armory Class Ineko quickly jogged to the Armory class. That shower took longer than expected. Damn the hot water for feeling so comfortable. He thought to himself. His armor was still wet from the quick cleaning he gave it. He opened the door to the Armory class quietly and the first thing he noticed was the classroom itself. It was like stepping into the iron amazon forest, and then he felt the gaze of something powerful. Ineko glanced to it, and found the metal beast parked inside of the classroom, a tank. Like an apex predator it seemed to watch his every move, and Damascus was certainly not completely comfortable either. Shaking it off, he noticed that there were a couple of conversations going, he used this background noise to, surprisingly stealthily, find a seat. Finding that seat next to Indigo, who was sitting next to Ivan. Right after, Ivan stood up and introduced himself. Then Indigo introduced himself. Not wanting to break the stride, Ineko stood up. "I'm... Ineko Irandi. I like to do robotics and armor." The armored student said somewhat awkwardly, his robot-esque voice was a little garbled due to the moisture of the shower he took earlier. He stood there for a second before slowly sitting back down. Once he did, he leaned in towards Indigo and whispered, "I've missed something haven't I?" He glanced back to the tank again, just to make sure it hadn't moved.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Happy to see more volunteers than in the morning class, the professor nodded. "Do not worry, everyone will get a chance to prove themselves, even if not today. Whether they like it or not." he said, giving a glance to the few that seemed downright opposed to the idea of raising a hand. Looking at the volunteers, he noticed that among the first were the members of team Bastion. He remembered their story from the faculty meeting and realized full well they would want to prove themselves. Very well, if the headmaster believed they deserved the chance, he would be all too happy to see what was in this year's crop of adventurous blokes. "Mister Lloyd, why don't you show us how it's done?" he said, waving his arm in the boy's direction. "And do not worry, we have time for more matches today and there are plenty grimm where this one came from. In the meantime, I want the rest of you to observe. Identify the creature. Find it in your books and as the fight progresses, compare the weaknesses of the cub to those of the adult." the professor instructed as he waited for Ben to get ready. When it was time, his rifle-axe struck the lock and released the monster. It was angry. They caught it. They kept it in an agonizing hunger. They were going to pay. It would feast on their blood today. There was a source of anxiety right in front of it that drawn it like a magical lure. Someone who wasn't sure they belonged. Well, the wendigo would gladly relieve the human of his peril. Snarling, the creature charged at the boy.</s>	<\|message\|>Victor Glade "Wait... you did whatto her?" Victor eyes almost popped out of his head hearing how Rayna won her fight. "I had no idea... I was trying to fix my arm for my own fight. I didn't watch anyone elses. Sorry. Well it does explain the hostility." With the conversation progressing along Victor was surprised how happy he felt knowing that his leader would be in the Armory class with him "Well isn't that a happy happenstance? I understand although to be fair so far our inter-team issues seem to be limited to Rampaged. Well either way it shouldn't be a boring class with you around... Captain." the last word had more of a smile in it than usual. Victor walked at a leisurely pace, allowing himself to be led by Rayna. ARMORY Entering Armory along side Rayna, Victor rubbed his eyes to make sure they weren't playing tricks on him. Well... that's a tank alright. Is that a showpiece or- "Who owns the tank?"The sudden exclamation by the Armory teacher interrupted Victor's train of thought "A damn fine piece of engineering! I expect big things from you, Mr Goldstein. Big things indeed." So a student owns it. No kill like overkill I suppose gently leading Rayna by the arm Victor found them both a relatively empty spot to sit down. As a large textbook slammed down in front of him Victor jumped back slightly. Victor started leafing through it absentmindedly listening to the speech by this strangely charismatic teacher. "Right! I need to see what sort of playing field we're all on so it's time to tell everyone who you are and what you can do!" Victor didn't particularly feel like being the first to stand up, thankfully there were others that took the initiative. Listening to each person's introduction Victor busied himself familiarising himself with the work bench and the surrounding tools. When there was a suitable gap in introductions, Victor stood up for his turn. "Hi everyone, my name is Victor and this weapon making engineering topic? Well it's kind of a way of life" lifting his prosthetic to demonstrate his point "I mean it in more the sense that being bad at this makes life a bit more difficult for me rather than an obsession and learning as much as possible now nears necessity. Sooo... yeah. I can fix my arm and I can probably build another one if needed. That's it." sitting down Victor glanced at Rayna with a face that said 'How do you think I did?'</s>
<\|description\|>Rayna Bryson Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Chaotic Order (2x) Whenever she left Atlas and abandoned her father's dreams of her becoming an officer one day, she thought it would only add salt to the wound if she took the family weapon as well - she had younger siblings who might have chose a different path than her. Some might have wanted the weapon to fight for Atlas. So, finding herself without any weapons, Rayna set about trying to change that. What she came up with was a sword that had specially modified to double up as a shotgun, of sorts. Of course, one was just too little so she had to make a second one just in case! Eventually, she started dual-wielding the gunblades though. Specialty: A frontline warrior/tank that dishes out heavy damage and keeps an enemy's concentration on her to prevent it from focusing other teammates. Not very well armoured but makes up for it in damage. Semblance: Spectral Chains: Rayna has the strange ability to manifest her aura into physical chains which can implant themselves in targets or objects and be used for movement or impressive combo-attacks. She has direct control of the chains but they only have a short durability and due to the fact that she has to swing about on them with heavy weapons and armour, they can tire her quite extensively. Personality: Being the little girl who had more cuts and bruises than she could count usually caused a great disdain with her mother but no punishment could ever deter her from going out and finding another (usually disastrous) adventure. She carried that same mentality as she grew up but eventually, as her sense of fair-play and the heretical desire to protect the innocent kicked in, Rayna took her skills from spending a childhood fighting and turned them into something she truly desired - to be a hero. Not just a normal hero; no, she wanted to be the proud flag-bearer of freedom. Nothing held her back - her father was a well-regarded Atlas General and his prestige carried on in his daughter's fighting skill, not to mention the fact that his rank automatically rewarded her with a place in Atlas' top academies. Eventually, under the strict militaristic teachings from the Atlas academies, Rayna became a hardened, well-disciplined fighter who could and would go through anything to guarantee the lives of others. She was a soldier, essentially, a damn good soldier but there was a problem with that - soldiers follow too many orders. It's not the place of a soldier to question morality or judgement; they just do as their told. That's not what she wanted - she wanted the freedom to make choices, to be able to stand for what she believes, not what her leaders believe. So, although it broke her father's heart and it shattered her loyalty, she decided that Beacon would serve her cause much better. Just because she's turned her back on the Atlas military, however, doesn't mean she doesn't carry similar principles. Essentially, she believes that every stride should be taken to ensure that the guilty are suitably punished and the innocent are protected. Her sense of protection can border on motherly, which would make her an awkwardly clingy leader, and similarly, if you threaten one of those she 'protects', Rayna will hurt you in places you didn't know could experience pain. What she makes up for in strength, loyalty and perseverance, she lacks in basic common sense. To put it simply, Rayna has 'blond moments' regularly and although this never affects her actual fighting, it can prove to be a bit embarrassing when she just pops out with something that sounds ridiculous when examined later - she's more of a shoot-first, ask questions later sort of girl. Anyhow, despite her flaws, you couldn't hope to find anyone so steadfast and loyal. At the end of the day, she'll lay her life down for you and not think twice for a single moment about said decision. Color: Rich Black Emblem: A white owl against a backdrop of a ruby-red rising-sun. Appearance: (Note: This is what the weapons look like more - the blade is more katana-like in appearance and the shotguns better resemble flintlock pistols) With a measly height of five foot, two inches, paired with her baby-blue hair, Rayna doesn't look exactly like she could split you from end to end. Don't be fooled, however, because that is precisely what she can do if given the opportunity to. It's almost an edge she has - her general light humour and young looks make others believe that she isn't particularly capable of much. Also packs a pretty mean roundhouse-kick.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Infirmary The sound of footsteps caused Sapphire to freeze. Her heart jumped into her throat. How could she have been so stupid? Of course there were other people in this ward or by the sound of the footstep one other person. The racket she'd made getting up must have been enough to wake the dead. Sapphire had just assumed everyone would be at the presentation of teams ceremony. At the thought she inwardly groaned. Her own performance had been a spectacular failure. If that had been a real combat situation without the protection of the school she and those other three fighters would all be dead. Sapphire quickly straightened her clothes, and dried her eyes on her sleeve. It would be apparent to anyone from her red puffy eyes that she'd been crying but it didn't mean she had to acknowledge it. She looked around her little space which until very recently had been neat and orderly. Now the blankets crumpled on the floor, her heart monitor was flat lining quietly in the background and the needle was slowly dripping IV solution on the floor. Sapphire stood slowly to avoid disturbing her broken rib. It had been expertly set already and more than likely would be heal within a week or two but it was best she didn't make it worse. Sapphire shook out her hair, made one last futile attempt to dry her eyes and walked closer with a little bit of difficulty due to the many bumps and bruises she was currently sporting, to the curtain's parting seam. Just as she reached it whoever was on the other side began to speak asking permission to come in. Then the curtain parted ever so slightly revealing one white tiger ear and a similarly white tail. Sapphire groaned none too quietly. It was the Faunus who'd nearly gotten her killed when the tunnel of collapsing. Of course he'd be here too he'd also had a tunnel dropped on his head. Sapphire took hold of the curtain and swung it back with force not really caring if it whipped the Faunus or not. Now despite what her father had tried to teach her Sapphire had never seen a distinct difference between the Faunus and the regular humans, the distinction between human and faunus were effectively skin deep no matter how unusual that skin appeared. However Sapphire preferred keeping her own company which inevitably meant scaring or pissing off some of the world's more friendly inhabitants. With humans she usually had to find a sore point to prod at. It often escalated into a fight but after that the person didn't bother Sapphire again. With Faunus it was much easier. Most of them seemed to have at least some societal issues regarding being part animal and if Sapphire mocked it long enough they generally left her alone. "Brilliant," Sapphire said in a condescending and slightly bored tone, "Of all the infirmaries of all the schools in all the world and you had to be assigned to mine. Hope your happy fuzzball, we missed the ceremony cause of you." Sapphire decided that she wouldn't make a reference to having been crying unless he specifically mentioned it first.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku waited, hearing a groan. He worried about the lack of an immediate response. Maybe he should peek in to see if everything was alright. Just as he started to lean in a little more, he heard the sound of approaching footsteps as the curtains were thrown open rather forcefully. Startled from the sudden event, he took a step or two back and put up his paws, crouching slightly. Why he took a combative stance, he didn't fully understand. He was there to check on the well-being of someone else, not to fight. They were back at Beacon after all, they should all be allies here. Safe and sound, for the most part. Chuckling nervously, he straightened up and scratched the back of his head. A nervous tic of his. Looking at the girl with shockingly bright blue hair, he caught sight of her red and puffy eyes. She was definitely the one he heard crying. From her eyes, he glanced at her arms and saw the scars that lined them. Seeing them made him touch at his bandaged arms. He really wanted his elbow-length gloves back. "Brilliant," the lady said in a condescending and slightly bored tone, "Of all the infirmaries of all the schools in all the world and you had to be assigned to mine. Hope your happy fuzzball, we missed the ceremony cause of you." "Fuzzball? Well, that's a little unnecessary." He frowned at that remark. He'd heard worse 'insults', if you could even call it that. But, he quickly shook off the comment and brightly smiled. She seemed to recognize and know him. His tail swayed energetically behind him. Though, she seemed to have a negative impression of him. Did he mess up or something? "Oh, good. You're okay. I was sleeping and heard a bunch of noise. I was worried someone might've had an accident and gotten hurt." He glanced at her arms and then looked her directly in the eyes. "Oh, well...I said you're okay but you might not actually be. I...guess I should've asked if you were, haha...Uhm...Are you? I heard crying earlier and your eyes..." He stopped, not finishing his words. He figured if she were crying, she wouldn't be comfortable discussing why to a complete stranger. She probably just had a nightmare or something about her father. He waved his words away with a bandaged hand, "Ah, never mind. You're not badly hurt or anything, are you? Just wanted to make sure you didn't fall out of your bed or something like that. Oh, and sorry about earlier. It's an instinctive habit of mine." he said, referencing his combative stance whenever she threw open the curtains. He blinked, forgetting something. "Oh, I'm sorry. Where are my manners? I'm Kuhaku Shiro. Nice to meet you. Should've introduced myself first." He grinned at her, presenting his hand for her to shake. "And you are?" "Wait a minute. What ceremony? He would have to ask later after friendly formalities.</s>	<\|message\|>Rayna Bryson When they went down into the forest that morning, they were prepared to fight some Grimm, maybe even a big one if they were particularly unlucky. What they were not expecting, however, was to find an entrenched team of senior hunters waiting for them. It was a slaughter, figuratively speaking, of course. Rayna expected fights at Beacon, it was renowned for its combat-ready hunters, but she did not expect for them to produce a scenario so similar to actual war on their examination day. It did say something about the team she was placed with, she reflected as Ozpin extended his sincerest apologies; their damage-output was exponential and even though they didn't have a tank to soak up all the frenzy of the battle, some quickly-imbued discipline made their weaknesses become almost intangible. It was brutal, they walked out of the forest sporting multiple injuries but they completed the mission and didn't have a single serious injury amongst them - that was a success in her books. The role of leader came as a small surprise - there were people on the team who seemed a lot more capable and although she had stepped in and taken charge when the fighting began, there were still others who played a massive role in the fight. Like the rabbit guy, who was like a bat out of hell. Or the other guy with the arm-thing. Still, it was the position that Ozpin trusted her with and she was not going to let him or her team down! She would be the best damn leader this school had ever had the grace of seeing! "Someone needs to teach those Catapult guys a lesson..." She murmured mindlessly, flitting her gaze over to the enraged senior team who looked like they had only just begun something they intended to finish. When Ozpin had finished his speech, she turned and eyed the other teams that were beginning to converse amongst one another. Looking around, she caught the eye of the guy who looked like he had just been extracted from some military aircrew. He looked a little scrawny compared to the rest of the students but then again, the same could be said for her. Was he the guy who apparently had a tank? Realising her team was staring at her, she turned back to them and fixed them with a confident smile. "Nice work, guys! I think we wrecked those Catapult guys, even if we don't look like it." This time, her smile was replaced by a bit of a giddy grin as she stared down at her legs, which were covered in cuts and bruises like the rest of them. The worst injury Rayna had sustained was a particularly bad burn to her wrist when the damn yoyo blew up right beside it. Like it or not, she was going to give those Catapult guys some old-fashioned justice! "Ok. You all look like crap. We can talk in the morning about my greatness and whatnot but now, we need to sleep." With that, she yawned before physically turning Jayden (not an easy task, might I add) and marching him in the direction of the exit. --- A few hours later --- Rayna had pointedly decided that her team deserved a small lie-in for the battle they fought the day before. For that reason, she very kindly woke them with a shrill whistle at 6:30, not 6:00. "Woohoo! Team Jormungandr, whatever that means!" She seemed to be already kitted out in sports gear. "While you guys slept last night, I decided to formulate some plans and all that stuff, so I give you the ultimate morning run." With that, she turned and quickly pinned up a poorly-sketched map of the grounds with various arrows and random drawings splattered across it. "First we start here and do a few quick laps around the dorm building. We next find those Catapult scum and throw stuff at their windows --their room is in this general area-- and finally, we arrive at the cafeteria to be the first there so we can eat and come back here to change." She seemed awfully proud of this wondrous plan as she grinned at them eagerly. "And I know what you'll probably say, 'But great leader, it's 6:30 in the morning and my poor wittle legs are tired.'" Her imitation of a male talking was hilariously horrid. "Well, I don't know if this will apply in your case, bunny-guy, but I do quote: 'The demand for bacon in the academy seems to be exceedingly high so I advise, if you do want some, to arrive on-time."</s>
<\|description\|>Rayna Bryson Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Chaotic Order (2x) Whenever she left Atlas and abandoned her father's dreams of her becoming an officer one day, she thought it would only add salt to the wound if she took the family weapon as well - she had younger siblings who might have chose a different path than her. Some might have wanted the weapon to fight for Atlas. So, finding herself without any weapons, Rayna set about trying to change that. What she came up with was a sword that had specially modified to double up as a shotgun, of sorts. Of course, one was just too little so she had to make a second one just in case! Eventually, she started dual-wielding the gunblades though. Specialty: A frontline warrior/tank that dishes out heavy damage and keeps an enemy's concentration on her to prevent it from focusing other teammates. Not very well armoured but makes up for it in damage. Semblance: Spectral Chains: Rayna has the strange ability to manifest her aura into physical chains which can implant themselves in targets or objects and be used for movement or impressive combo-attacks. She has direct control of the chains but they only have a short durability and due to the fact that she has to swing about on them with heavy weapons and armour, they can tire her quite extensively. Personality: Being the little girl who had more cuts and bruises than she could count usually caused a great disdain with her mother but no punishment could ever deter her from going out and finding another (usually disastrous) adventure. She carried that same mentality as she grew up but eventually, as her sense of fair-play and the heretical desire to protect the innocent kicked in, Rayna took her skills from spending a childhood fighting and turned them into something she truly desired - to be a hero. Not just a normal hero; no, she wanted to be the proud flag-bearer of freedom. Nothing held her back - her father was a well-regarded Atlas General and his prestige carried on in his daughter's fighting skill, not to mention the fact that his rank automatically rewarded her with a place in Atlas' top academies. Eventually, under the strict militaristic teachings from the Atlas academies, Rayna became a hardened, well-disciplined fighter who could and would go through anything to guarantee the lives of others. She was a soldier, essentially, a damn good soldier but there was a problem with that - soldiers follow too many orders. It's not the place of a soldier to question morality or judgement; they just do as their told. That's not what she wanted - she wanted the freedom to make choices, to be able to stand for what she believes, not what her leaders believe. So, although it broke her father's heart and it shattered her loyalty, she decided that Beacon would serve her cause much better. Just because she's turned her back on the Atlas military, however, doesn't mean she doesn't carry similar principles. Essentially, she believes that every stride should be taken to ensure that the guilty are suitably punished and the innocent are protected. Her sense of protection can border on motherly, which would make her an awkwardly clingy leader, and similarly, if you threaten one of those she 'protects', Rayna will hurt you in places you didn't know could experience pain. What she makes up for in strength, loyalty and perseverance, she lacks in basic common sense. To put it simply, Rayna has 'blond moments' regularly and although this never affects her actual fighting, it can prove to be a bit embarrassing when she just pops out with something that sounds ridiculous when examined later - she's more of a shoot-first, ask questions later sort of girl. Anyhow, despite her flaws, you couldn't hope to find anyone so steadfast and loyal. At the end of the day, she'll lay her life down for you and not think twice for a single moment about said decision. Color: Rich Black Emblem: A white owl against a backdrop of a ruby-red rising-sun. Appearance: (Note: This is what the weapons look like more - the blade is more katana-like in appearance and the shotguns better resemble flintlock pistols) With a measly height of five foot, two inches, paired with her baby-blue hair, Rayna doesn't look exactly like she could split you from end to end. Don't be fooled, however, because that is precisely what she can do if given the opportunity to. It's almost an edge she has - her general light humour and young looks make others believe that she isn't particularly capable of much. Also packs a pretty mean roundhouse-kick.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Cafeteria Sapphire smiled a bit at Oswald's refusal to divulged the functions of his semblance. Even now he was on guard, they were after all from different teams. It was more than conceivable that they might end up fighting side by side but it was equally likely that they would again be forced to face off against each other again. Whether it was in a routine sparring match like today's combat class or in something more guerrilla style like in the Emerald Forest. Of course it wasn't like he knew the specifics of her semblance either. From the information he could have gathered during there last match his best guess would have been that she could become invisible which was close and yet so very far from the truth. Sapphire couldn't be sure if he meant the challenge seriously or if it was just a way to avoid giving up his semblance but it didn't matter to her, if he wanted another fight she'd give him one. "That a promise?" She asked with a certain fire behind her eyes. As she listened to Merlin's explanation of dust Sapphire continued eating. It was as far as she could tell accurate but incredibly dumbed down. Likely because he assumed there was no one at the table that actually had any experience with dust. He probably thought they just bought there ammunition and didn't give the substance another thought. "That's not exactly all there is too it. Raw dust as he says is quite unstable but it is also more powerful. Dust rounds while they aren't likely to explode on your belt don't quite have the same power as raw dust does. Then again even for someone trained it is very easy to lose control of unrefined dust. There is a certain mental component to it and it packs a hell of a punch but it is very very simple for the storm that your controlling to become a force trying to destroy you. It's like owning an untamed dog, it might protect you or it might bite your hand off." After that Sapphire cracked open her milk and took a long swig before starting in on her mashed potatoes.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond chose to disregard Sapphire before, but now she felt the need to clarify. She didn't like to be called a sore loser, whatever the form of delivery. "Lady, I never said mine is not cheating. As I said, if it was a real scenario, it would have probably ended differently. What I mean I guess is why go set up all these rules and place to make the fight as equal as possible when that will never be the case." she shrugged, "If you want that, let just skill speak, and not some weird abilities mother nature gifted just some of us with." She took a pause, arguing wiht herself whether to share something on the other subject. Well, it would have probably come up sooner or later. If she comes clean with something now, she might be able to hide what of her past really needed to stay hidden better. "And foster care would have been great. No, I grew up on the street." she added in a bit silent tone, weighing her words carefully but coming off as sad.</s> <\|message\|>Ineko Irandi "Pity I never got to see either you or the foxy lady's fights. We may know each other's names, but we haven't been formally introduced." Ivan spoke, upon Ineko's arrival. "Ivan Oakley, best shot this side of Atlas." He introduced himself, extending his hand for introduction. Indigo was the one to take it, "Indigo Kafka, working to be the best fighter. Ever." Then it was Ineko's turn, grasping Ivan's hand with his own armored gauntlet and shaking it. "Ineko Irandi, you have met One of Six." Ineko replied, gesturing to the drone laying on the table. "Speaking of fights, why'd you throw yours? I mean, might as well try, right?" Indigo brought up, Ineko hearing disappointment. "I mean, I would have won if I had a little less aura, Ivan would have won if he wasn't 'holding back'. And Seibs won! Your whole team is pretty decent, at least. I'm sure you would've put up a great fight." He reasoned. "By the way, can you remind me to whoop that douche Rakim's ass?" Ineko stopped eating and took a drink of water. "Our enemy is in the form of creatures. I see no advantages in the critique of our technique against humans. If there are advantages, I'll be educated." Ineko answered, not looking at Indigo. He took a small bite of his sandwich, "As for this Rakim character, we're all together in this ordeal, are we not? No matter the reason, we all aspire the same outcome. This Rakim might be a warrior standing beside you in battle someday, it's better to have him as an ally, rather than an enemy, I think." Ineko spoke, now looking at Indigo. "But to each their own." He finally said, getting back to his lunch.</s>	<\|message\|>Rayna Bryson Try as she might, she couldn't edge closer to Priscilla after the fight and even if she could, she was certain that the pink-haired girl would give her the cold shoulder after such a humiliating defeat. Some wounds are healed by time, she remembered her tutor elaborating when they were discussing the White Fang. And others never heal at all. Her eyes slid over towards some of her other class members, such as the fox-girl who Rakim was against. There was still bad-blood between humanity and Faunus and douchebags like Rakim really didn't help the cause of showing other species that humans had changed for the better. When they were leaving combat class, Rayna made sure to raise that one with them. "Rakim is a nice fighter but a poor hunter. Down-talking a lady like that is not only damn rude but if he ever wants to get anywhere in life, he'll realise that it's not the way to go. If he does it again, I'll have no choice but to go down there and beat him myself." Her voice was firm, this was her final point on the matter. Rayna could be a nice little mother to her team but as soon as one of them crossed the line, she would be there to give them a healthy serving of punishment. Maths was, well... difficult. She had always been taught tactics by her father directly and he heavily enforced that maths became a staple part of her tactical learning. Logic based decisions were key on a battlefield and she appreciated that, which was why she at least tried to get through most of the questions. Where she fell short, Victor was seemingly there to point out some information that would help her. The guy was a pretty damn good teacher, as it turned out. She didn't know why they didn't let him have the rest of the day off, considering what had happened to him, but his actions were appreciated. History was a much easier subject for her. That, of course, didn't mean it was easy. Unlike the others, Rayna was blessed with a privileged lifestyle but unfortunately, she wasn't exactly blessed with the cranium of a genius. Quite the opposite, in fact. Both of the subjects that weren't combat-related, she struggled in, which didn't help the feelings of confidence that she was on-par with these guys. Finally, however, the entire ordeal ended with the bell for lunch. "Go and sit down, Victor, you're injured and I'm pretty certain I owe it to you. You would have totally trounced that Greyson guy if you had your arm on properly, after all!" She babbled positively, guiding him over to a seat before turning on her heels and disappearing into the crowds of people. There is very little advantages to being small and lithe but slipping through crowds is one of them. Eventually, she ended up near the front of the line when an actual line was formed from the chaos. For lunch, she decided that the salad looked a much better option than the pasta-soup thing. She knew Victor probably wouldn't be a big fan of salad so she got some chicken sandwiches and fries for him. Once she had taken a side of apple slices and got milk cartons for the both of them, she paid up and brought Victor his food. When he went to pull out some money for it, she shook her head decisively. "No, trust me, I'm not exactly lacking in funds." Not true - she only had a small bit of money from home but she had been completely cut off from funding from her parents. Like it or not, but it appeared that if she wanted to support a decent lifestyle, she would have to find some sort of job on the guidelines. Living a life of an exile wasn't very pretty but she valued it - being rich and getting everything you ever wanted is a poor preparation for life. Looking up, she took note of the other students who were engaged in brisk conversation. "Guard my stuff, Victor, I have something to do." It seemed like something was on her mind as she turned and headed towards were Team Rampaged had set up camp. She hovered beside their table for a few seconds, stuck in a momentary lull on what exactly should be said to a girl that you just completely embarrassed in front of the whole school. "Hey, Priscilla. I know what I did was completely wrong and it was probably really embarrassing, what with all the guys in your team. However, if you're going to take anything from it then maybe I could offer you a tip? Sometimes, our weaknesses aren't in the forms of our fighting. Your weakness is that you worry about how others think of you. I took advantage of that and I destroyed your will to resist." For the first time today, Rayna was actually making a lot of sense. "My weakness is my honour." She confided with a curt nod before blushing a little - she probably looked like a twit, standing in front of her whole team offering her tips on tactics.</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni had no idea what was with the woman. Did she just hate him for being alive or was she always like this, because if she was, this was gonna be harder than he thought. How was he supposed to to build up a beautiful and loving relationship if she was so hostile? Geni would have to find away to get passed her wall, but in order to do that, he would have to turn this conversation around. But with her hand on her sword, that seemed like an impossible feet. She looked like she was ready to chop him up right were he stood. She did not even want to show mercy to her fellow faunas, which was understandable. "Oh come on we don't know that, but I would rather not test that out, but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt." "And priorities, I'm pretty sure that set already.""And I think I would rather have a good firm grasp on the mortal realm, just saying." "And an interesting person, sure if you like he superhuman kingly types." " And unfortunately, I was not paying attention at that point in the speech, could you help my out?" He said warily was his tail flicked around agitatedly. He was not sure if what he said would be offensive but he hoped he had treaded carefully. Geni then heard his other teammate comment on the situation. He was a fast paced talker, it was kind of hard to hear exactly what he was saying, but if you listened carefully, it was easy. Geni snapped to attention he was addressed to by the boy, he told him that his nickname would be Genie. "Defiantly, your wish is my command, Mokuren " He said winking at her.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Infirmary Sapphire couldn't believe who she was talking too. Had his brain truly been scrambled by the cave in? Seemed like the possibly was rising with every word he said. How else could he not know that she was referring to the initiation ceremony? The one they had horribly failed. Sapphire wondered if she could stay with her grandparents and Demetra when this fell through. As a bonus the scatter brained faunus was also a bleeding heart. "Happened to have wronged you before, I apologize." The hell was he talking about, he wasn't even sure that he had done something wrong and yet was still prepared to admit defeat. Sapphire rolled her eyes. It was just about this time that the door creaked open. In walked a tall heavy set boy likely about her age. He was from the tunnel, what was his name Adel, Able something like that. He clearly realized three seconds after entering that he'd walked into the middle of an awkward conversation. Sapphire didn't really have a problem letting that moment drag out and did so watching him squirm uncomfortable until he finally spoke. When he did it was sort of shaky and rather generic greeting which sparked something in Sapphire. Alright? Alright! Didn't he have eyes? It was plan for anyone to see that neither of them was 'alright'. "Oh yeah," Sapphire said turning on Abel. "We're just super, me with my broken rib, sprained ankle, black eye and a mild concussion not to mention all the little cuts and bruises. Then we've got fur ball over there whose only recollection seems to be his own name. We are totally fine right now." Sapphire said glaring at him. It annoyed her when people tried to look on the bright side. It was better to see a situation for what it was regardless of how bad that might be.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "Agreed. I would also like to get to know all of you a bit better. Likes, dislikes, hobbies, dreams, basic knowledge so that we can avoid annoying each other too much." was what Marcus wanted to know. "Shouldn't you take me to dinner first? Fat chance of that, pal, you have something to prove before you earned yourself that much." Diamond said in an abrasive tone. "I have no problem following you to battle, but that doesn't automatically make us buddies." she patted her pockets nervously, searching for the pack of smokes she had somewhere. Her past was something she wasn't going to share with just anyone, no thank you. she reached the last pocket. Nothing. Damn, must have lost them in battle. Oh well, there's always the emergency reserve... Diamond thought, lifted her hat and pulled a cig from the inside, hiding it in her sleeve. "I'll catch up later. You ladies have fun." she said as she went to the nearest exit, metallic clicks of her lighter opening and closing as she went echoing behind her. It was already darkening outside, and kinda cold. She found herself back in the gardens, far enough to be out of sight. Taking a drag, she relaxed a bit. She didn't like to be reminded of what she used to do. She wasn't a bad thief, far from it. One of her last hits were art thefts, something that required a lot of preparation and skill to pull off. And then she grew careless with the small stuff and tried to pickpocket a cop in civilian disguise. As soon as her hand went into his pocket, she had cuffs around her wrist. "You wish you'd rather stuck your filthy hand to the toilet huh?" Diamond growled as she remembered his line. that bastard's satisfied smirk. Fortunately for her they had nothing else on her, and she only got few months. however, a few months in Althesian juvy are enough to make one certain they don't want to wind up in an Althesian prison. Finishing up the cigarette, she flipped out her scroll and searched for their room. First floor, she could take a shortcut. After a while she found the correct window and used her semblance to summon a ladder for herself. Climbing up, she had a look at the window. Fortunately Beacon was located in nice, but older buildings, and it's security at least as far as the dorms were concerned were later addition. all she had to do was unlock the window - there were no alarms built into it. she wasn't bothered if a camera caught er - it was her room! and besides, she'd be doing the school a service pointing out a fault. she could get away with that if it even came to it. Once more reaching below her hat, she took out a thin piece of shaped metal and slipped it between the halves of the window. When it reached far enough, she stepped on the ledge and dissolved the ladder. Instead she used her shadow to extend the metal tool to the handle on the inside. With a simple motion, the window opened and she crawled in. Just as she shut it behind her, the door opened for what she assumed was the rest of her team walking in. she turned around with a cheeky smile, giving them a wave of the hand.</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren had to hurry. He had made the snacks in record time, and wanted to get to the infirmary before his teammates were discharged. He carried a large box in one hand, and a bouquet of flowers in the other Rainflower, Marigolds, and Eglantine Roses. Perhaps a bit more self-loathing than Gren had hoped, but he wanted to show that he felt sorry for what had happened and wanted to show that he wanted the best from them all. But before he could enter the hospital he faced his worse enemy: doors. His hands were full and frankly, he was already a bit person. Squeezing through without damaging his cargo would be... Difficult. So he improvised, as he often does. Focusing his Semblance to his feet, Gren began to walk up the side of the hospital looking for an open window. More importantly he was looking for which floor Shiro and Sapphire were on. And as luck would have it, Gren not only found the room which his teammate were in, but it also was at an open window. However he could sense the tension in the air and hear Sapphire's scathing words. Just as he feared, Sapphire was being a bitch. But Gren suppose she had her reasons, and would let her vent. At the very least he was going to go half-way to admit his guilt in this mess. Without a word Gren stepped into the room through the window, placing the box on a counter near by. "Glad to see that you still have your fire, Rode." Gren went to work quickly. After putting the flowers in a vase he opened one of the boxes which revealed a cake. He looked through the cabinets and found some plates napkins, and would use those as makeshift plates. He had brought plastic forks with him at least, and he began to cut the cake into equal length pieces for each of them. Gren served slices of cake for everyone sans himself, leaving his cut at the counter. "Make yourself comfortable Fulgurate. From the wounds on Rode and Shiro, they still need to recover." After giving Abel his slice Gren went over to Kuhaku, who seem to be sadden. Gren smiled at him, which was a bit awkward considering that Gren looked like a monster. "Nice to see you alive partner. But you shouldn't pull out the IV from your body like that. You're going get an infection." Gren noticed the torn IV needle embedded in Kuhaku's arm, also noting that Sapphire also had one. "Why do they always tear out the IV's?" After handing Kuhaku his slice of cake Gren went to their sole female of the team and currently the leader. "You have been chosen as our leader by the way. I look forward to working alongside you, Rode." Gren held out a slice of cake with a fork for Sapphire, sitting on napkin in his hand. The cake was about half the size of Gren's palm, and he had some very big hands.</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni took a seat next to Amy leaving he weapon next to Shiro. He was not the slightest bit worried about it though. Although the kid seemed like he was...loopy, he was still sure the kid was responsible. Unfortunately, Geni did not feel that way about himself, he could not believe he had let that slip. "No, no, no, I am not a part of the White Fang, I left them." He wanted to yell. But what use would it be, they would all look at him the same way. Terrorist, Murderer, Thief, never just Geni. Geni's while demeanor changed, he became quiet, much more quiet than he usually ever was. Anyone looked or sounded peved about his slip he would give them a crippling stare, especially to the Ivan one. Geni made sure he listened to everyone's introduction. Although were some of them were weirder that others. Geni felt uncomfortable the second he heard Shiro's introdutuon, he felt that his property was in danger, but Geni shrugged it off and let it go. The daughter Breyson was something new also, maybe she was afraid of him. Geni immediately shook his head, she was the daughter of the General. What could she be afraid of, a lowly terrorist like him was nothing to her. After the teacher signaled that the introductions were over, he was glad, he was tired of hearing people's voices. Anger and rage had been at the forefront of his emotional state. He had to calm down or something bad was gonna happen, but he could not control himself. Luckily the teacher started a lesson on Dust, just the thing he was looking for. Inspiration took the forefront of his emotions now, pushing the rage under it. Geni wished he had a note book, luckily there was paper and pencils on the desk. He grabbed 2 pices of paper and 2 pencils. With one pencil in each hand he began to scribble furiously on one sheet, and write softly on the other with the other pencil. On one paper he drew a weapon, and a gauntlet, one that encassed the whole arm. On the other he wrote down the notes. He noticed some people using there scrolls but Geni was old school. Geni was finally starting to calm down, unfortunately, the slightest distraction would make him blow.</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren heard that her partner was ready to hold on, not wishing to miss a class for something as minor as brain damage. While she was slightly sad that she couldn't speak to Shiro, she sat down anyway and smiled. He valued learning over licking his wounds. While it might be dangerous in some situations, she loved it now. Then there was some other things, someone was the daughter of someone and Geni seemed irritated and angered for some reason. She wanted to throw a marshmallow at him and remind him that no matter what, she hated him before everyone else. But, she didn't have a marshmallow, so she had to listen to what the teacher said. She was glad she came in slightly late and avoided the introductions. She didn't know how to introduce herself. The idea of Dust, as the teacher brought up, was an interesting one. Her weapon didn't have any dust useage, nor did she ever touch the stuff, but others seemed to like it's usage. Mokuren wondered if Sarasagi would use some sort of dust, but there wasn't much application for it. The mechanics where rather complex as it was.</s> <\|message\|>Ivan Oakley IVAN OAKLEY - ARMORY Ivan met Geni's glare with an absolutely withering one of his own, his green eyes burning with intensely focused purpose. In his world of absolutes(Either against the Grimm, or with them. Either hurting the innocent or saving them. Either likable or intensely dislikable. Either heroic or villainous), redemption had never crossed his mind. Criminals went to jail, or the executioners block. Those were the only choices. It wasn't 'murder a few folks and cause copious amounts of public distress' and then get a pass because 'I feel bad about it'. It just didn't work that way. It couldn't. Taking in a White Fang cultist of all things just screamed of desperation. Was that it? Was this prodigious school really stooping to such lows? Promise or not, taking some criminal scum of the side of the street just didn't make sense. In a rare moment of introspection, Ivan glanced around at the rest of the group, breaking the intense glare. He had worked hard to get here, of course, but what about the rest of them? Ozpin said that he only took the best at Beacon, and that meant every single one of these people had taken the test and passed with flying colors. Indigo, with his laid-back actions and extremely violent use of his defensive aura. Ineko, who was hiding some sort of unknowable power in his drones. The Goldstein boy, with his tank. Gren Orchid, who's terrifying power and even more horrifying weapon had put Indigo on the defensive. The flamethrower boy, Daniel. Mokuren, the creepy fox girl and her uniquely troublesome semblance. Victor, the man who made prostetics look like an upgrade to regular limbs. Rayna, bedecked with her righteous chains of fury and her powerful lineage. And as much as he already disliked the girl, Sapphire was a right terror in close combat. Even the tiger fanus, with his... outbursts and sheer enthusiasm. So why had Ozpin chosen a member of the White Fang as his- their equal? Ivan frowned. That sort of thinking lead down a dangerous path that could make or break his convictions in the rigorous trials of combat. If being dangerously unaware about the nature of his companions would sharpen his aim against the true horrors that lurked inside the darkness that surrounded the world, then he'd(For now) accept the horrible implications of working with a terrorist. He'd keep an eye on him, though. Sighing, he withdrew a notebook from somewhere on his person and absently began to scrawl along with the professor's lecture. His semblance intimately dealt with Dust, so he probably knew more about what actually happened in the reactions than the man leading the class did.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - 4th Period, Armory Class Hearing his allowance to remain in class, Shiro brightly beamed and grinned. As the professor began his lesson with a introductory lecture in Dust, Shiro quickly pulled out his Scroll and located Sapphire and Mokuren in the Beacon Directory application installed on it. Sending them each a short text message, thanking them both for their concerns. To: Rode, Sapphire From: Kuhaku, Shiro Subject: Thanks! "Hey, just wanted to thank you for your concern about my health and wellbeing. Thanks again, team leader!" To: Sabella, Mokuren From: Kuhaku, Shiro Subject: Thank you! :D "Hey, thank you for your offer to help me out when I may have been hurt. I'm glad to know that we're all looking out for each other! :3 P.S. - I know we're all on different teams, but I hope to get to know you better in the future and we become good friends! x3" Shiro's ears perked as his cheeks tinged a slight pink from sending the second message to Mokuren. With a big smile on his face, he expanded his Scroll into a tablet mode and began to take notes. Typing with swift efficiency as he devoted the remainder of his attention to the Professor's words. He wasn't too skilled in utilizing Dust in its raw, pure form, so he could stand to pay close mind. He was only familiar with using the Dust-based ammunition. As he recorded his notes, an odd scent wafted into his nostrils. He could detect stress within the room, looking up, he saw Geni and another student glaring daggers at each other. Though, unsure why, he frowned and tilted his head. Did those two know and not like each other? "Did I miss something here?" Just then, a question popped into his head. "Oh!" Raising his hand, he waited for the professor to address him. Once properly addressed, Shiro asked "Excuse me, Professor? I apologize for disrupting your lesson, but may I ask when we'll be able to start working on our equipment? Such as maintenance and fine-tuning?" He lowered his arm and waited patiently for a response.</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren took note of Sapphire's insistence that Shiro head to the infirmary. Gren just sighed. If she wanted him to act more... Modest, she should try to talk to him about that than just expect him to spontaneously heed her demands. Gren didn't think that Shiro's introduction was too bad. it certainly seemed like it was unique enough to earn him a new friend in the form of the fox girl. Gren had watched her fight and was able to analyze her fighting ability, to at least what little of it she showed. She seemed to have some sort of deflective semblance if what her opponents and what his observations were true. He came to this conclusion since he heard tales of her "cheating", though apparently this amounted to simply relying on one's semblance over their trained abilities. So putting two-and-two together he could figured that the fox fauna's semblance allowed her to easily win her battle due to reflecting her opponent's attack back at her. A fearsome opponent indeed. Gren wondered if such a semblance could be replicated. And that's what Gren's weapons focused on. Not more guns or blades, though that was always a nice addition. No, he wanted to create weapons that would augment his aura and utilize his semblance. There was only so many weapons Gren could wield at once, but if he could make something that complimented his armament, the better. Gren actually had a lot of schematics in the works that he just hasn't been able to work out. One was miniaturizing The God Eater into something more compact but equally as effective. If he could make it small enough to be used in one hand, he could potentially make two and increase his firing power. Gren also tried to pay attention to Chatsworth, but what he was telling them about dust Gren already knew. He did however wonder how dust could affect one's semblance, or vice versa. He imagined what it would be like to combine the flaming properties of certain dust to his Friction Semblance. Something akin to napalm perhaps? Or use the friction to create an intense heat, burning through all that it touches? Questions that Gren would want to test and see.</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery Priscilla was so ready to start this session! This was basically her territory, she had a widen smile on her face but it was soon to be a frown when she heard Ms.Vanhomirgh. "What did I do NOW?!" she thought to herself before turning her attention to the professor. So, basically they couldn't use their own weapon now..? Well that was bullshit because she wanted to use her weapon..! Priscilla was only good with her weapon, not no damn stock rifles. This was bullshit written all over it and it was embarrassing with Robert being in the same room as her. The pink-haired teenager just nodded her head, not even speaking one word to Ms.Vanhomirgh, ever since the obstacle she has been really mean to her and that was getting Priscilla a bit mad. Yeah, she didn't hear for the instructions but... talk to her nicely and calm. That is how an instructor suppose to be have with a student right? Professionally. This wasn't. She wasn't. As Priscilla got back to the firing line, she quickly reloaded, this time did everything that the instructor has told them. If someone were to look at Priscilla, they would see a focused angrily girl staring at the target. She was really focused that she forgot where she was, as soon as the paper target appeared. Priscilla squinted her left eye, and shot fire..! The bullets went through the paper target, though, they were perfect shots. This happens regularly when she is mainly focused on one thing, which was the target. After this, Priscilla doesn't want to do anything else, even if it could fail her grade.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Survival on the Rapids Even with the pallets' favorable design, navigated the river without falling into it required a great deal of conversation. Vorosky opened fire on the innocent riverbank in order to use the recoil to propel himself away from a outcrop of rock jutting up from the riverbed. The unpleasantly familiar sound of rapidly-beating wings reached him from over the water, and when the professor looked ahead he was disheartened to see a small flock of harpies incoming. Vorosky managed to bring down two of the avian Grimm with short, controlled bursts from his rifle, but the sharp-minded monsters split up after that, targeting students one or two at a time. One harpy swooped down on Vorosky almost vertically, threatening to topple him into the rushing whitewater. While he managed to block the thing's killer talons with his weapon, the harpy closed its claws around the gun instead and yanked hard, disarming the professor. With a sigh, he pulled a pistol from his belt and unceremoniously ventilated the Grimm's mask. The scuffle had pivoted him around so that he was facing upstream; while not a desirable outlook for such a perilous situation, it enabled Rayna's questions to be heard. "Anomalies have only one use! The portal we came in by is one-way. The closest way back is right in front of upcoming waterfall! In just a few moments we will be there..." here the professor was interrupted by a brilliant light and a thundering crack, signaling that Abel had left a harpy thunderstruck and drowning in the river. The guardian barely had the time to reset the Ampere to blade mode before an overhanging branch almost knocked him into the water. If not for his low, kneeling profile, he would have been. Vorosky continued, "And follow me exactly!" A steady roar, growing in volume with every meter, heralded the dreaded waterfall's approach. Abel cast a worried glance back at Oswald, the closest to him. After Oswald came Daniel, then Greyson, then Sangue, then Gren, then Jack, then Rayna, then Mokuren, and finally Sarina. The combat teacher's aide seemed to be dealing with the worst of it, having been the last to join the riverbound procession. Though Abel could barely see them from his own position, Itzamna and Salamanders ran along the riverbank, with the former jumping across rocks and from trees while Salamanders spat caustic fluid at her. Sarina, however, armed with the radiant red and blue light of her semblance, the Empress of the Stars. Aglow with the powers of war and peace, she moved with enhanced speed and struck with augmented strength, all the while forcing the Grimm to concentrate on her. Even Abel found himself oddly attracted to Sarina, despite the situation. He shook it off -was that an effect of her semblance?- and focused on what came ahead. A harpy came at him, shrieking, but he dissuaded it with a swing of his Ampere. Looking for another target, it went after Greyson instead. Up ahead, Vorosky had reached the waterfall. He sedately produced a washer and threw it forward. The air just on the precipice of the cataract shimmered, and Vorosky leaped into the anomaly. Abel, next in line, brought out his own washer, and fingered it nervously. He could honestly say that this was simultaneously one of the most frightening and most exciting experiences in his life to date. The roar of the waterfall forced him to focus, and he lobbed his washer after the professor. To his dismay, it sailed over the edge, and plummeted to the maelstrom far below. Trying to keep his panic at bay, the guardian pulled off one of his gloves and threw it instead, hoping with desperation that the small metal chips on its knuckles would do the trick. Abel gulped and took the leap of faith. The world around him went dark, though whether it was the contortion of space that was teleportation, or the tumult of a raging river, he could not tell. The world came back, and Abel realized that he was, in fact, underwater. Bubbling and scared, he tried to swim, only to hit a hard surface. Puzzled, he pushed off of it, and abruptly surfaced. In an instant he realized where he was: the fountain right outside the front entrance of Beacon academy. Smiling down at him was the scruffy, pitted face of an unmasked Vorosky. "You survived! A plus!" If he hadn't been tired, or terrified, or tremendously relieved, Abel might have punched the may. As it was, however, he wearily pulled himself out of the fountain to make way for the next person. The bells signaling the end of fifth period started to chime as he did, making Abel remember that despite all that he had just gone through, there was still another hour of school. "Ugh." -=-=- Coach Ahriman Agesander – PE After a few moments in which Ahriman looked somewhat likely to erupt into a cantankerous discourse, the man's good nature won out and his treated Aurellius to a shrug. "Works for me I guess. Next time though, I will indeed be more specific." After a few more minutes of struggling on the remaining students' parts -Ivan, Jayden, Sapphire, and Victor never managed to get the newly-replaced medallion at all, while Benjamin and Geni got it only after tremendous effort- the passing bell resounded through the school and Ahriman dismissed the class. "You kids didn't do too badly, for your first day, but remember this: if you want to make an impact on the world, nothing less than your best effort and your best dedication will suffice. If you do not wish to give it your all, you've come to the wrong academy." Those ominous words echoed off the gym's walls. Ahriman smiled. "See you next time!"</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid As Gren tried to stem the tide of Grimm, Vorosky released some sort of explosive into the area. It caught Gren off guard, but it seemed to have affected the Grimm much worse. He took the opportunity to gun down a few while they stood there dazed, but over the noise of the gunfire he heard Vorosky order everyone to the river. Gren didn't really have time to protest and could get the gist that he wanted the students to make a run for it. Perhaps not the most brave thing to do, but a smart hunter knows how to pick their fights. Gren followed the others to the river, unfortunately being a bit slow due to the fact he likely outweighs everyone here at least twice over. He saw them take out pallets of all things to serve as their makeshift raft down the roaring rapids. Once more Gren had his doubts, but they had no place here. If he had more time he could construct a more stable water craft, but time was not on his side. He could already hear the other Grimm recovering from Vorosky's attack and come this way. As the students jumped onto their pallets and made their way down stream, Gren too took a pallet and stood firmly on it. His shook and dipped dangerously into the water, threatening to capsized, but Gren was able to rebalanced it. Using his Semblance he rooted himself firmly onto the pallet, which would allow him to follow up with some rather questionable actions. At this point Gren's mind wasn't really thinking rationally, but acting reactionary. While what Vorosky said was true, that the Itzamna couldn't swim and that the salamanders wouldn't catch them, the harpies proved little trouble to Gren. If anything, it showed off one of his lesser known skills: Anti-Air. Gren's massive weapon was more than capable of clearing the skies of the harpies, and anything that even so much as flew in his general direction was soon peppered with hundreds of bullets and occasionally nailed with a rocket, or at least caught in the splash. With no cover to protect themselves, Gren was able to fill the skies with firepower. Even for the few Harpies that somehow managed to avoid his onslaught, they were unceremoniously smashed into the river. One Gren caught with his off hand and crushed it's neck, doing nothing but lowering his accuracy a bit. And at that point his had accuracy by volume. At some point Gren realized that some of the students were gone, notable Vorosky. He was able to see Abel vanish over the rapids and feared the worse. So the faunas aimed The God Eater towards the river itself and began to unleash a hail of bullets, using the recoil to propel him from the back of the group to the front. But as he was charging forward a harpy tried to fly by him. Gren was quick enough to swing his still-firing God Eater at the harpy, buffering it with bullets. It was at that time however he noticed the anomaly ahead of him, shimmering when some of his bullets few it it's direction. Now realizing what had happened Gren once again charged forward with the help of the God Eater and jumped into the anomaly.</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Back Area "Well, this has to be it... Right?", Jack muttered to himself, looking at the large metal door. Fortunately he didn't seem to run into any guards, so no one knew he was back here except his team. As he took a few steps towards the metal door, he heard it lurch as it appeared to be opening. He wanted to maintain the whole stealth thing, not to mention he wouldn't be able to open it anyway, there appeared to be a keypad, and a code was required to open the door, so he instead decided to hide in one of the empty side rooms and wait and listen. He kept one hand ready on one of his daggers, and stood behind the wall next to the door, so even if they walked in, they wouldn't see him immediately and he would have a chance of an advantageous action.</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren Sabella This guy, was dumb. So dumb, in fact, that he didn't seem to understand Sarcasm. But, Mokuren had to admit, she was slightly impressed at the way he had drawn his Trident - and the uniqueness of the weapon amused her as well - in time to deflect her sword. It wasn't a total deflection, and Sarasagi managed to take a bit more of his blood from a rather nasty cut in his side. She wondered if he had to obey the rules of blood loss, and was inclined to agree, considering he still felt pain. But then he finished his trident and moved to stab her with it. The strangest thing happened then. Mokuren seemed to slightly maneuver herself so that her head was in the Trident's path, and then use her Semblance to reflect the blow. Then, she would pull out her blade and hope that a trident in the face was enough distraction to slip her sword into his crotch, and vertically bisect him, the sharp edge of Sarasagi ensuring she cut through flesh and bone until it cleanly popped out of the top of his skull. "Drinking from a person's skull is horribly inefficient. It pours out of their eye sockets whenever you try to fill it up for more than a mouthful" she told the bouncer.</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid Taking note of everything the boy said, Gren also noticed that Skiro was sending messages through his SCROLL. Gren forgot to report back to Sapphire. Oh well, he'll give her a quick update on what he knows, and what he was going to do, a little bit later. First it seemed like Shiro was able to convince the boy to take him further inside the laboratory. With nothing to hide behind Gren had to make his appearance but only after the boy had entered the building. This way Shiro could plainly see him, not that Gren was ever too great at stealth. It was hard enough just to make his footsteps quiet let alone stay out of sight. Either way Gren followed Shiro inside, but a few paces away as to not alert the young bear fauna's of his presence. Gren didn't go anywhere that Shiro didn't, and seeing that he wasn't fighting for his life Gren took the moment to send a message to Sapphire. From: To: Sapphire Rode, Abel Fulgurate, Kuhaku Shiro, Subject: Let's try to be subtle Body: "As Kuhaku said, I'm tailing behind him and the bear faunas. I'll see if I can't do something about the security cameras, so try not to wreck them. We should try not to leave a trail." Of course right as he said that Shiro had just gone and ripped a camera out from the wall. Sighing, Gren sent his message and followed after. He caught up with Shiro and grabbed him by the shoulders to stop him. "Let's try some subtly. Let me handle cameras and security. We don't want to cause any unnecessary stress by acting hasty, yeah?" This was Gren's first attempt to remind Shiro of the event that transpired just a short while ago. If it really mattered to him, Gren hoped that he would take some time to consider what his actions did, reflect on it, and try to do something about it... Though that was a lot to do in a few minutes. So just some coaxing for now. The training can be done later. Letting Shiro go to follow the bear faunas Gren went to the now destroyed camera. Shiro didn't leave him much to work with but Gren had everything he needed anyways. Blocking the immediate view with his massive frame Gren took off the gauntlet on one of his hands, revealing his dull green hand. Which than revealed to have a removable compartment on the wrists, and inside contained a multitude of wires and, tubes, and mildly luminescence glowing bits. He pulled some choice wires out from his wrists and grabbed what few wires he could get a hold of from the wall. The tip of the wire from his wrists began to change shape to accommodate the new wires that were being fed into it. Now he just needed to do a bit of "reprogramming". Normally impossible to do from just the wire feed from a camera... But Gren wasn't doing things normally, so after a few minutes he was able to get most of the cameras around the facility to go on a loop. He was certain here were some cameras that were still functioning normally, but that was due to the fact that they were connected to the same system the other cameras were. It seemed like there were more security systems elsewhere in this facility, which meant there was some need to have a double-layer security system instead of just one. He also managed to pull some of the footage since the security's past boot up. There was a lot to filter through, but he just put the videos on double speed and watched from on the visor of his helmet. Putting his gauntlet back on Gren sent his findings to the others. From: To: Sapphire Rode, Abel Fulgurate, Kuhaku Shiro, Subject: Security Feed Body: "I've dealt with the cameras. Most of them around the main building should no longer be an issue now. However I've detected another security station with their own cameras that I couldn't reach. I suspect what we need to find would be around there. I also managed to get the security feed from today. Review it on your own time. Attachments:Security01.mpg, Security02.mpg, Security03.mpg, Security04.mpg, Security05.mpg, Security06.mpg, Security07.mpg, ..." The videos weren't high quality but that wasn't Gren's fault. The facility was using some old stuff. Sending his text to the others Gren than took to the ceiling and continued to try to be stealthy. Escort Mission About fifteen minutes into the trip and there was talk on the radio. "Slow down fellas. Looks like we might have to take a detour." Ahead of the front truck one of the quarts crystals seem to have fallen over and blocked most of the road. This caused everyone to tense up. If there was any place for an ambush to happen, it was here. Team MODA would have about five minutes to get ahead of the trucks and clear the crystals out if they didn't want the trucks to stop moving. All the while, things were still quiet. There were sounds of wildlife in the distance, but it was rather silent near the trucks. Almost too silent... The quartz crystal blocking the path was about the size of a medium sized tree (four meters in length, average diameter of a meter maybe smaller, weight likely well over a thousand kg likely a tonne) but fortunately broken into three pieces already instead of one whole piece. If two of the three pieces were removed, the trucks could squeeze on through. Additionally simple observation would be able to deduce this much: There were truck tracks going past the fallen quartz, suggestion that this is a fairly recent development, and there's no obvious signs that this massive crystallized object was dragged here. Rather, it looked like it was formed along the side of the road and simply fell. There is, however, many small ant-sized holes inside the quartz. And unlike most of the others quarts crystals scattered about the area, this quartz was almost pitch black. There were some, but they were located further away and were much smaller than the more white quartz. Patrol Mission At the ComShops, business was bustling, but otherwise peaceful. People packed the streets browsing, purchasing, or hawking various technological hardware for "Great deals". Most of it were computers and computers accessories. The only real trouble was how aggressive some of these merchants were; neither Ebon nor Skyra could go more than ten feet without someone coming up to them and trying to get them to look at their goods or taking a brochure. And while they were easy enough to fend off, the two would be approached by at least fifteen before something interesting happened. Walking through the ComShops district was a rather colorful group of girls. Unlike most regular customers, the merchants gave this group a lot of space. And it seemed like Skyra's and Ebon's appearance caught the attention of one of the girls with two small anchors attached to a chain, which she wore as a sort of belt. This girl detached herself from her friends and came over to the two. "Oi. I've never seen your faces around here before. I bet yer with Beacon, aren't you?" While her question was innocent enough, it was rather obvious that she was putting on an air of intimidation. The Red Asphalt district, unlike the ComShops, were much quieter. While there were cars driving the streets, they were going at a modest speed and for mundane reasons. Still Krystanthe and Sephira would get to see and pass by many different types of cars and vehicles, some tuned for the purpose of racing, others that just looked gaudy as hell and with the purpose of being flashy and bright. The more they explored the stranger the Red Asphalt district was, turning from "Street Racing district" to "Rice Rockets and Itashas". And if the cars were strange enough, the people working on them were. This this group of young men who approached the two girls. While they had the air of being troublemakers and playboys, their... Appearance may make others question just how legitimate their success was. The leader, the one openly showing his... "Chest hair" and wearing sunglasses, approached to flirt. "Hello cuties, I'd never though I'd see works of art like you in a place like this. Here for some modeling? I'm sure you two could show these dweebs around here what a real girl is like, right guys?" The other two young men spoke in agreement as they stood by the side of the presumed leader. "Say, why don't we go get some tea and talk? We'd love to get to know you ladies more." The cat on his chest meowed cutely at Krystanthe and Sephira, reaching out with it's paw as if asking to play with them.</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Ciel - A hurt rabbit Well she right there it was a illusion Ciel thought as she gasped a bit being hit while serving it's purpose also caused her to get the wind knocked out of her. Feeling tender a bit she heard the girl scream and noticed the damage around her there was burnt furniture and a lingering smell of smoke not to mention a small bit of ice remaining. She failed was the words currently playing through her head though pushing it back she managed to ask "Luke what do you think we should do with her?" As she slowly got up she was going to be bruised in the morning that was for sure. Waiting for an answer she vowed to make sure something like this wouldn't happen again she was tricked and could have killed her own teammate. When this was over and done with she would train harder not only her body but her mind as well to make sure she won't fall for the same trick again. Keeping her eye on the girl she would make sure that things don't happen the same way again in case she decided to act out just in case.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Lucas Schwarz -- Can Hunters make Arrests? Good question. What should they do with her? His eyes narrowed, half in thought, and half in suspicion. She didn't seem to be faking that very, very obvious panic, despair, and fear, but it most be remembered that her whole schtick was deception. Illusion. With that in mind, there wasn't exactly such a thing as being too careful. Well, I could choke her out. But that would be overdoing it, thus why it's an example. Not to mention it'd just be kind of unnecessary. Anyways. "Ciel," he began, stepping off to the side of his newly realigned teammate. "Stay here, and keep that gun on her. We can't risk letting her slip any false moves." No final eff-you's for their opponent if he could help it. "And you," he continued, pointing at Morgan before pulling his arms, one slightly-tanned and the other a vibrant halfway point between pink and red, back through his sleeves. "Hands behind your head. Don't do anything dumb." It felt odd, he realized while pulling his hoodie out over his shoulders, to be talking like this. He wasn't usually ever the one giving commands, using a tone of absolute "listen to me or you get hurt"-type authority. Had Dad ever done anything like this? Sure he'd given him a rundown when he learned he was going to Beacon in one of those fatherly "just-in-case-you-need-to-know" moments, but to actually do it in a live situation was... Worlds apart. he concluded, brushing his undershirt back down over his briefly exposed, well-defined midriff. ... What? He worked hard to get in such shape, let him be proud a little. Rolling the one-sleeved hoodie up much like a locker room towel, albeit with a much different purpose in mind, he began to walk towards the Faunus, slow and cautious, and never into Ciel's line of sight. Now came the dangerous part, even with things set up as they were. A last-ditch effort on Morgan's part could have an untold number of consequences, somer of them potentially fatal. He needed to be on guard at all times. "On your belly, face down, keep your hands on your head." Clear, concise, and completely incapable of being misconstrued. Exactly how it should be, right?</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson The Casino Floor As Luke proceeded to arrest Morgan, the conniving snake faunus made one last effort to avoid complete defeat. When he tried to tie her up, she used her semblance on both Ciel and Luke to make them believe he had tightened his hoodie enough to entrap her, when in fact he had completely missed her hands. Eventually the two would leave her alone and she'd easily escape into the night and avoid arrest, most likely to never be seen again. A sudden explosion from above rocked the building and put her plans on hold. A black-clad figure, making an ear piercing electrical noise, quickly repelled down from a newly formed hole in the ceiling. As soon as he reached the bottom, the figure pulled out a police baton and began to savagely beat Morgan into the ground until she laid there unconscious. The figure then grabbed his mask and pulled it off, revealing it to in fact be Team JMCL's police contact, Officer Murphy. "Hey kids," he said with a smile, "Good to see you're all in one piece. Sorry I didn't get here sooner. So did you find anything useful for the trial?"</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- okay.jpg Wincing from both the ear-ringing screech and the unfettered smackdown shortly laid upon the faunus, Luke looked up at the black clad figure to find... "Officer Murphy?!" You could forgive the surprise. He'd not expected him to be part of the apparently one-man SWAT Team en route to their location! Once he was done gaping at the whole thing, he quickly regained his senses, and answered the question. "Jack managed to snatch some files from that back room. Speaking of which, they couldn't have made their logo more obvious in the room if they tried." He frowned. "And it almost feels like they did, to be honest." The frown continued and his brow furrowed, as he folded his arms together, closed his eyes, and thought for a moment. What was he forgetting to ask about here? Something important... Something that probably started all thi-- !!! "Officer, do you know where Mokuren is right now? Ever since things got crazy, we haven't been able to contact her." Please be okay. Please be okay. He chastised himself for nearly forgetting, even with all the commotion, but most of all, he hoped their lost member was in good shape.</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren quickly lost interest in the huntress who spoke negatively of animals, noticing Shiro having taken lift off. He sighed at first, but than chuckled. It seemed like Shiro was making new friends, which was good. Friends were good. He was going to walk over to make sure he didn't hurt himself when he was sent flying. "Oh dust..." Shiro was sent crashing onto the table of another group of students, making Gren run over to try to get him out of trouble. But it seemed like Shiro was intentionally trying to stay away from Gren as he dashed from his landing position and out of the cafeteria. Shiro's speed caused a bit more belam as food and tableware were scattered about, leaving quite a path of destruction. But Gren was worried about something else; Shiro was going to go to the gardens. "MY BEGONIAS!" Gren made a mad dash to the nearest window, using his Semblance to slide across the room with startling speed for such a massive hulk. Opening the window however he could, Gren threw himself outside and continued towards the garden. He needed to talk to Shiro, but he also had to make sure his partner didn't harm the sanctity of the garden. Ass will be grass if anything bad were to happen there.</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Math Class If anyone turned back to Jack you would distinctly see him falling asleep after finishing this day's material at record speed... Given he got a bunch wrong, but they were all simple mistakes and he wasn't really into it. He wanted Math to pass by as soon as possible, and sleeping was one of the most effective ways to do this. Hopefully. He didn't really care about the snarky comments all around him, they were background noise to him. He just didn't want to be in math. "Luuuke, wake me up when this class is over", he entrusted this task to Luke, before falling asleep completely.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Alarm Clock Sending Cian a brief wave, he frowned as he looked back down at his leader. It wasn't like he didn't get the sentiment. Far from it, actually. Junior year he'd dozed off dozens of times, and had recieved the sharp reprimands for each with little more than the token grumble. But. His grades had also suffered, and he'd even had to stay late once for remedial sessions. That, he knew would be far more tortuous for Jack than anything the actual class itself could be. His next actions weren't out of any misplaced sense of justice, and certainly not in the interests of being some teacher's pet. Instead, he simply wanted to look out for his fellow man. He knew full well how high Beacon's standards were... Genius or otherwise, sleeping was asking for trouble. "Come on, man." he pleaded, shaking his leader by the shoulder, albeit not in an overbearingly rough manner. "Try and stick this one out."</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Math Class Try as Luke might, Jack was fairly obstinate in sleeping this one out. It didn't help that combat class was actually a fair bit taxing this time around. He had to go pretty much all out. Jack simply groaned in response until he fell asleep completely... Before Luke managed to actually wake him to which he responded, "Is it over...? No...?", he sat up and looked around, and not a thing had changed, so he slumped back down again. Jack's grades managed to stay within the class average for Math, but that was since he never reviewed the material, looked over it once and that was it. He made loads of silly mistakes which was why he never excelled in math, but he showed he was capable.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Mathematics Class Shiro's ears perked under his hood as Gren literally took his seat next to him. Immediately perking up, Shiro removed his hood to free his silvery-white ears and smile as he sat up. When his armored compatriot posed his question, he didn't have an immediate answer for him. His eyes flitting away momentarily as he picked his words carefully. It wasn't like he was about to admit he had a psychotic episode/panic attack and had to conduct an emergency medication. Speaking of.. His ears and tail stood straight up as a brief moment of cold fear washed over him. He had forgotten to put away his secret little orange pill bottle. Swallowing dryly, he would have to remember to return to the dorm as soon as possible to put it away properly. Last he remembered, he left it open on the bathroom counter. Stuttering and sputtering, he hoped his simple answer would appease his friend. "U-uh, I-I y'see th-the..." He sighed and offered a weak smile. "Mondays. Am I right?" He chuckled nervously. Habitually scratching the back of his head. At that moment, a familiar feathered faunus came by his desk and dropped his pack on his desk with a cantankerous clatter. Looking up at her, words caught in his throat as his eyes were graced with the student's lovely choice of attire. He held his tongue though and tried his best to maintain eye contact, hoping he didn't come off as rude or creepy for silently staring at her. Thoughts flip-flopping again when she mentioned she had gone through his things, he frantically stuck his head into his bag and rummaged around. "Crap! I didn't leave any extra 'supplies' in my pack did I?" How many bottles did the doctors prescribe him with anyways? First chance he got, he would have to tidy up his things and organize them. Breathing a sigh of relief, he quietly thanked her as she walked away. Unsure if his words were heard. Frowning, the moniker she addressed him by confused him slightly. Goofus, sure. But Lynx? "I'm a Tiger though..." Odd. Continuing to go through his things, he let out an exasperated sound as of course he had everything but basic note taking gear. With perfect timing, a voice behind him caught his attention and he turned 'round in his seat. It was a fellow student from a different team, graciously sharing his own paper and writing utensils with him. Smiling, Shiro reached behind him with gloved hands and received the pen and paper. "Yeah, I'm Shiro. Nice to meet you too, Ben. That match was pretty fun between Luke and I. But, I seriously need to work on toning it down and work on my hand-to-hand skills." Looking at each member of Team Bastille, he gave each of them a warm and friendly grin. Softly saying 'Hi' and 'Hello' to each of them. "Your team seems nice and fun." Kind of like his own, save for one toxic team leader. No, he couldn't think like that. She was probably really sweet deep down inside. Deep deep down. Maybe core of the earth deep. But, it was somewhere down there. Right? "Stop being nasty, Shiro!" He thought to himself, shaking his head. At that moment, Mokuren interrupted his self-reprimanding by viciously hacking away at her assignment. "Uh." Blinking and then snickering, he couldn't help but be entertained. "Yeah, I feel the same way." he figured. As he started to turn back around towards the front of the classroom, another member of Team Bastille had torn out some more paper to offer to him. "Oh!" Reaching for the extra note paper, he stopped for a moment. He had a bad habit of staring into people's eyes silently. He didn't recognize the darker-skinned gal, but slowly accepted her gift anyways. "Th-thank you.." "Man, I see new people every day. It's going to be rough trying to make friends with all of them.." Neatly gathering his things, he wondered what exactly was the attrition rate and expected graduating percentage of Beacon Academy? Setting his pack on the side of his desk, he stared at the blank paper for a moment. "Basic paper, huh?" Rather archaic. He'd rather take notes on his Scroll. Ears and tail perking again, he reminded himself. This was the perfect moment to ask Gren! "Oh! Gren! Hey, I just remembered. My Scroll broke during our first mission and I'd been meaning to ask you if you could maybe hook me up with a new one? Something told me you could help me out with that." Looking around himself, he ducked low and lowered his voice for Gren. "Also, when did Beacon have so many pretty ladies?" Uncertain if his whispers were quiet enough so that others couldn't hear.</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren smirked and took out his Scroll. A few flicks of his finger and Gren cleared his phone of his previous data while at the same time downloaded the data he needed to give Shiro some basic functions. "You can use mine. I've been meaning to get an upgrade soon, so you might as well take this one instead of me just selling it off. It's a recent model, though I've added a few hardware upgrades to it." Gren showed one of those upgrades being a miniature hologram projector. He showed a recording of his own fight with Cobalt. "I've also taken the liberty to... Hook you up, namean?" Gren then switched over to the contact list, which provided numbers for just about all the girls in class. Gren figured Shiro might like it, more so when Shiro asked him a question about the ladies. "Ha! You just now noticed? I hardly ever see you without a new girl near you, Shiro. Beacon has always had some fine huntresses though. However I don't blame you for finally seeing them as women instead of warriors. One tends to forget I suppose." Gren glanced around and looked at the other students. A few caught his eye, but he couldn't claim he felt any particular attraction to any of them. Only one really garnered his stare for very long, and that wasn't because of any romantic feelings for her. Gren just wondered when Sapphire was going to try to step up and be a leader worthy of followers rather then a girl who doles out orders. He put those thoughts behind him though. He still needed to socialize himself, but there was a bigger beast to face. Math. "Alright Shiro, enough goofing around. Is your body ready?" Gren said as he took out his notebook and raised his pencil.</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Beacon Academy Rooftops Shiro turned 'round and listened intently as Gren spoke. Giving him the quiet respect of speaking uninterrupted. Raising his gloved hand to his brow, he shielded his eyes from the sun as Gren stood with it to his back. Making it hard for the feline faunus and his sensitive eyes to see him. Sitting down and crossing his legs, Shiro reached behind him and pulled his hood over his ears to help shade his vision. For a moment, Shiro mulled over his friend's words. He was right after all. Every bit of it. Now, Shiro didn't mind telling his comrade what he wanted to know about his past. As long as he didn't pry too deeply to make him uncomfortable. There were things he wanted to at least try keep under wraps, if he could. Otherwise, he trusted Gren. He could easily open up to him and Abel, at least. "O-okay. What do you want to talk about? Shoot."</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia (VGNB) and Sarina Tala Dei (SSC) …Really you two upstand me like that in an entire class… Gratia walking out on her had annoyed Vega to a scathing degree. At least Napoli had the decency to decline her request but she was irked by his request. "Your choice, I will see you later!" Tsk, assholes as she walked out of the classroom and made a brisk pace to the source of the music. -- Vega had caught up with Sarina to the source of the music. Why is their large music playing at this time? Why does not the faculty know about it? "Look" Vega whispered. The pair noticed a boy who fell upon Fullbuster arms who looked to odd to be in Beacon with his tattered clothes. What the… "Let's go." Vega nodded and the two followed briskly behind the students carrying the student. The two then arrived in front of the Infirmary, casually walking up to the three students conversing among each other. "Anything you can tell me about the individual in the infirmary?"</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate The sudden arrival of Robert in Ozpin's office was an unexpected surprise, but from the boy's tone, exhaustion, and troubling words, the headmaster got the distinct impression that something was very wrong. Moving with a surprising haste given his age, Ozpin marched from his office with Robert in disorderly pursuit, and behind him the two new students. Quickly and efficiently he descended the flight of stairs, mulling over the things that the teamless leader had told him. Embodiment, did he say? Where had he heard that before...? On the way, the headmaster told the three boys to leave him and return to their business. "This is school business, no concern of yours. Return to class." His tone made it clear that he would be brooking no nonsense. -=-=- With a loud squeal, the infirmary door was thrown open, and in marched Beacon's principle. Though normally a man to wear a look of casual curiosity, as if some great knowledge lay behind his eyes for students to discover, Ozpin now bore a visage of utter seriousness. He approached the bedside, saying in a quiet but clear manner, "Students, please leave now. Algernon, go with them and continue your class as usual; there's still at least twenty minutes before the bell. Make sure to properly penalize any absentees. Seniors, you have duties to attend to as well." After the math instructor had left with Cobalt, Oswald, and Sapphire, Ozpin stood by the unconscious boy's shoulder. He bent to examine the stitching around the mouth and turned up a surprising conclusion. Judging by appearance alone, it was somewhat elastic, and would stretch to permit the boy to drink and make some facial expressions. As Ozpin watched, the kid turned his odd eyes to look at him. When the air around the headmaster began to move, vibrating at complex frequencies to produce sounds, he listened intently. "Thank...you. Be...ready. The Painter...follows." Through narrowed eyes, Ozpin could see that the air within the boy's mouth vibrated too. Perhaps, he reasoned coolly, whoever did this to him was trying to keep whatever singularity of sound that lay within him from bursting out when his semblance was active. This semblance, in fact, was like nothing Ozpin had ever seen. It seemed to be constantly on, and totally untied to the boy's obviously depleted aura. It was more like...hmm. Semblances derived their name from old folk tales about beings with incredible power over forces in nature, practically akin to magic. Human characters in those stories, seeing these grand magics, labored to emulate them, so producing for each a 'semblance' of the power of the gods. This ability, however, combined with the distinctive tattoo, seemed to lend itself to the idea that it was an 'embodiment' of such power—a projection far beyond that of an ordinary person. To Ozpin's immediate knowledge, this was the first time he'd ever seen such a thing. It was a matter of no small concern, especially if this hyper-powerful kid seemed to be afraid of someone -or something- called 'The Painter'. Now was not, however, a good time to delve into the hardships inflicted upon him. "What is your name?" The air contorted itself to sound out a melodic reply. "Jay..." Ozpin spoke up before the boy could continue. "Don't worry any more, Jay. We will take care of you." Abel Fulgurate "Someone call my name?" Without proper warning, Abel was there. He looked at Shiro, then Gren, then back again, and held up his phone needlessly "Got your message. I followed the people with the kid for a way, but I didn't want to just hang around bein' useless so I came back. I don't know what's up with him. I heard someone saying that class isn't canceled though, so we oughta head back." Shrugging, Abel waiting for one of his comrades to reply, not aware that he'd stepped into a potentially important conversation.</s> <\|message\|>Valin Nash Valin - Midnight Squad Warehouse With that said, a loud banging sound rebounded through the entire warehouse as someone kicked open the door to the warehouse. The harsh sound echoed through the spacious room, and silence soon loomed over the trio of tired soldiers yet again. Footsteps soon echoed through the building, they were light and slow, but somehow it could be heard quite distinctly. Soon, the footsteps started to become more distinct to the ones with excellent hearing, the person filling the shoes was getting closer and closer. Who is this new recruit? How powerful are they? Is the new recruit an adorable girl? All were equally important questions, and soon, all would be answered within the next few seconds. After several suspenseful seconds, all three would notice that the stranger was finally in view, well, at least his shoe. With another large step, the entire body was visible. And... every expectation around him was quickly knocked down. He was short compared to his peers, Violet and Akashi were both around or above six feet tall, and Amber was most likely around his height of 5'11 (5'9 while slouching). Valin also looked like he had just gotten out of bed, one side of his hair was flattened down while the other side was perked up! It actually looked like he used a ton of hair gel to get his hair looking like that. His clothes looked displeasing to the eye as well, it looked like he was working for the mafia, a very poor mafia. Everything he was wearing was wrinkled or worn without wash, was he blind? An annoyed look on his face, he pulled out his cigarette case, opening it with one hand and pulling out one with his mouth. Valin's eyes darted across the three people before lighting the cigarette. The grimy boy pulled the haphazard stick from his mouth, and when it looked like he was going to blow the smoke, he threw burning cigarette into his mouth, and crunched into it. His eyes continued to look around, his posture still looking really relaxed, and Valin continued to chew on the cigarette. With a few more chews, he swallowed the entire stick and gave a sly smirk at the trio, "Already fighting without me?" Valin squatted onto the floor, trying to level himself face to face with the people on the floor and still had that irritating looking smile. "How are you guys and gals doing?"</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid Stepping forward Gren used his own body to shade Shiro from the sun. he was going to speak when he noticed Abel arriving. Though Gren intended to speak to Shiro in private he suppose there was no harm for Abel to be here as well. At some point it was going to be brought up to him anyways, so no sense in keeping secrets between the three of them. "It's about your semblance." Gren extended his hand to protect a hologram of Shiro back at the beginning, where he had some strange mood and fled from the hospital. "Ever since you ran away from us back then and told us that it's been linked to your Semblance, I've been concerned about your health. You mentioned that using your powers makes you forget things, like some sort of reoccurring amnesia. I don't know about you, Shiro, but that is unacceptable. I cannot in good conscience know that your own unique ability can harm you like that. Even if you're fine to settle with not using it ever again, I want to be able to help you bypass this weakness. Additionally, I wonder how much damage your semblance might have already caused you before you chose to refrain from using it. Do you remember much about yourself anymore? Family? Childhood? The past in general?" The hologram continued to show Shiro get up from a bed and throw himself out a window, causing him to vanish. A few moments later it showed Shiro again curled up on the ground. From here a perspective mind would be able to tell that this hologram was actually a projection of what Gren had saw during that day, albeit at a third-person angle. "Fortunately there hasn't been a similar incident since then, but I want to make sure it never happens again. I need to know what your problem is Shiro. Do you even know what's wrong with you?" Gren knew he was coming off as a bit harsh, but the concern in his voice also spoke of his worry. He wasn't trying to insult or berate Shiro, but trying to find some sort of solution.</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane reluctantly left the infirmary quickly making her way back to math, she still had that one nasty problem, but at least with the music gone she could focus on it now. To her surprise when she looked at the problem again she found what she was doing wrong and quickly solved it. Krysthane closed her book satisfied... and now bored. She found herself wondering what her next period would be like.</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren took a while to realize that Skyra had stopped hugging her. Then, systems rebooted, and she regained control of herself, blushing in a rather embarassed manner. "I...sorry. You didn't hurt me, its just. I.....never really get a lot of emotion directed at me that isn't scorn, or disdain. And it's not just because I am a Faunus either. I'm sure you have noticed that I have a rather, unique personality. And I try to control it, but it never really works out right. And so everyone hates me because they don't understand me. You are the first one who has felt friendly towards me. And, the first person to hug me in a very long time. I, I, think I am feeling emotion for you as well. Really thought I had lost that ability, but it's back now..." Mokuren rambled on, hoping Skyra wouldn't dislike her for all the sudden talking she was doing.</s> <\|message\|>Jasmine Grace Banks Jasmine Grace Banks: tall, toned, tough. Even if it wasn't obvious in Beacon's school uniform, it was hinted at when she rolled the sleeves up to reveal her hairy and hard forearms. This was typically the case, as the uniform grew too hot for her too often, and even in her senior year she wasn't quite used to it. She didn't care much for the dress code, made even more clear by her skirt being pulled up just a tad too high--but have you seen her legs? Well of course you have, everyone has, and they're great so who can complain? The young woman sauntered down the hall toward her class. Her green eyes flickered about, eyeing freshmen; it was strange how much younger a few years could make them look, but it mostly their clueless and nervous behavior that made them the most noticeable. When she finally arrived at her class, she yawned, her fang-like canines visible for the moment her mouth was stretched far open in tiredness.</s> <\|message\|>Sterling Johnson Sterling Johnson ... Man, traveling. Stuff really did get boring after the first couple hundred miles, and when you're working with an ocean, there honestly aren't many landmarks to spice the in-between points up. Gotta love it, huh? Boats. Unfortunately, that was the easiest way to get back home from Atlas-- by sea. Thus, when family issues happened, he'd ended up having to cut vacation short and, not only that, miss the first couple of weeks of classes. Now, it wasn't as if he looked forward to them, far from it, but if three years prior had taught him anything, it was that he didn't want to have to play catch up if he could help it. Thankfully, at least granny was still the same tough old lady she ever was, hip of bone or titanium. Leaning back on the wall, he whipped out his scroll, artificial arm dancing across the keyboard with just as much fluidity as any flesh and bone. Messages --> Contacts --> Team --> Group Message should be back in vale tomorrow anything fun over there? the freshmen even shorter than last year? Smirking, he awaited a response from the two (or three now, right?) ladies back home. Er, home away from home. ---------------------------- Luke Schwarz -- Roaming the halls "What..." What the hell had just happened there?! Everything had gone by so fast, and he'd only just gotten there behind the crowd after poor Cian had, understandably, elected to not get closer to the nigh-unbearable din. And in hindsight, 20/20 as it ever was, he really did wish he'd stayed there with her... I mean, if it weren't for my aura, I'm fairly sure my eardrums'd be bleeding. Brushing past a tall, toned upperclassman, he turned with a polite apology on his li-- Ho-ly-- L O N D O N A few seconds passed as he found himself staring after her retreating form, ahoge standing at attention, but evidently not being noteworthy enough to warrant any reaction as she turned down the hall towards her class, wherever that was. Wouldn't he like to kno-- He needed to stop skirting the line of creepster. Focus, Luke! Picking his jaw up off the floor and shaking about four paragraphs worth of raving prose about the senior's powerful, lioness-like form from his brain, the black-haired freshman recomposed himself and continued back down the hall for Math. Now, where was he? Right. Whatever the heck had just happened back there. Having shown up late, he'd have to ask around. Opening the door to the still mostly-empty classroom, he tried to go back over things again, sparing Cian a nod as he took his seat behind her. Mom's gonna love hearing about today...</s> <\|message\|>Grane Blauer Grane Blauer It seemed his other teammate, Delta, had figured out who their team leader was, as he called another student Robert. Despite being a bit clumsy a few moments back, it at least seemed Delta was competent. Grane merely kept to himself at the moment as they walked to their class, with Robert leading the way. So far he had nothing to really look forward to, but perhaps that would change. In the classroom, it seemed their leader, Robert, seemed a bit out of it, so he decided to leave him alone for now. Delta started drinking coffee, which in his opinion, was a horrible drink, and unlike liquor, it didn't really make you forget regretting spending 10$ on a mere drink made from crushed beans. But before he could say something about the boy's choice of drink, what he assumed was his familiar began talking. Robert engaged it in conversation first, and Grane answered shortly after he finished. "Well, I'm Grane. I'm a Faunus, if you couldn't tell already." The small... girl, if it was human, he couldn't really tell, seemed to be an odd peculiarity. Was it the only one of it's kind? What was it's capabilities? Perhaps valid questions to ask Delta after class.</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren looked at Shiro. "Who you are matters to me. The past... It's not something that should be forgotten. Maybe you don't think your life is special, but I think it does. Everything that brought you here, from the littlest moments to the biggest events, they are things I want to know. There is so much about one another we don't know. Trust isn't something that can merely be given. It has to be earned." Gren looked down at his own feet when he said that. Now that he thought of it, he was being rather demanding. He wants Shiro to spill the beans about himself but Gren hasn't said a peep about his own past. He could understand Shiro's hesitation in continuing the conversation, if not simply because of how uncomfortable it was, but because of how invasive Gren was being. If he wanted Shiro to open up, Gren needed to open up too. Let down his armor. "Shiro... Abel... Look at me. This is who I am." Gren spread his arms out as soon, the sound of small machinery could be heard from Gren's body. They were quiet, like clockwork, but soon his armor began to fall off. Beneath the armor was his flesh, green and somewhat hairy. But even that fell to reveal what was really inside Gren. After his body armor fell to the floor Gren's own torso detached, revealing the mess of electronics and machinery underneath his "Flesh". And not an organic part in sight; no heart, no lungs, no stomach, but synthetic muscles and organs meant to emulate their certain functions. Gren's owns also were shed to reveal the cybernetic muscle underneath, exposing his wiring and causing the internal mubercate in his arms to spill. The only parts that didn't fall off were everything below his waist and his head. "I cannot hide this secret from you much longer. I'm sure you both had your suspicions already, and this confirms them. I am not merely a faunas. I am a machine... A cyborg if you will. Though there's very little left of what I was before this conversion. Only my brain remains, and even most of that has been adapted to a processor that allows me to keep track of my body's function and much more. I'm showing this to you now, Shiro and Abel, because it is important to me, and important for you to know. I want to show you that I trust you with my secret. And... If you're willing, maybe help me deal with some demons from the past." Gren picked up his armor and torso, laying them in a neat pile. He walked around the two to show them his body from all angles. There were no lights, no sparks, not many moving parts. His body leaked some sort of oil meant to keep his body insulated and functioning normally. If he was flesh and bone, he would be bleeding profusely. There was a wire-mesh covering most of his torso and arms too, presumably there to help keep his innards in place. And just to show up inhuman he really was, Gren then proceeded to detach his left arm, swinging it around like a club. He then reattached his arm and moved it as normal. "Like your semblance, I won't hesitate to use this body to protect my team. But there are flaws with it, and not all of it simply with it's function. The price I paid to get this... It's a heavy debt. I have no right to force either of you two to burden it, I know. But at least allow me to help ease yours. I didn't get this body just for myself. I got this body to... To save lives. To help others. Help you. Won't you let me help you, Shiro?"</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly-To Food! Oswald spent the duration of history class desperately trying to retain the information Dr Oobleck was inundating the class with. Thankfully he'd seen fit to deliver a lesson which didn't require a decade of prior education to understand. Of course, there were certain things that the stout hunter hadn't learned, but Oobleck was much more patient with Oswald than most would have been. As the class finally let out, Oswald made his way to the cafeteria before noticing a message on his Scroll from Cobalt. What a guy. He's really serious about this leader thing, isn't he? Well....his loss. Shrugging to nobody in particular, Oswald sent a quick reply to his team leader before making his way to the deli. True to his word, Oswald had arrived in about a minute and a half. Joining his leader at the table, Oswald gave a nod of greeting.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Eating at Maintenance Looks like it's pizza today. the young man noted, after the fairly uneventful, yet admittedly not-unbearably dull history class that had commenced not a minute after he'd tested his subconscious ability to calculate ballistic trajectories on one Sangue Naga. Poor girl's sleep habits must have been even worse than his. Sure, he stayed up late often and found himself drifting at times in many classes, but at least he'd always managed to fight his way back from the brink. Wondering if it'd be too intrusive, if it wouldn't be his place to inform Ben about it as someone who really only counted as an acquaintance of the team, he gazed down at his meal, markedly devoid of protein as it was. Now, under certain circumstances, he'd be more than happy to dine on something with more substance (he actually loved some good tuna salad) but in the case of fish filets, one ill-fated venture into eating tilapia had caused a food allergy to rear its head, and as such, he'd sworn off most fish if he could help it. Seriously, feeling one's own throat first bump, thenb swell, and finally be the channel for vomit on it's way into a nearby toilet was one of those experiences that he was less than willing to ever knowingly repeat. Best to just not risk it, since Tuna seemed to be the only known safe haven. Now then, that was the end of mandatory classes. Starting from 4th period onward, the team's gonna be split amongst what's basically electives. Wonder who'll be in Armory... He frowned as he chewed. Should he have gone Grimm Studies instead? While learning how his weapons could be upgraded and such was lucrative, the old adage of "know thy enemy" was arguably moreso... "Ffmmmmm."</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Sepia had just enough time to say "Hmmm . . . I hadn't really thought about it." before history class started. She spent most of class pondering this question, as the history lesson wasn't likely to stick in her mind anyway. As the end-of-class bell rang, Sepia turned and answered with a "cute little fangs" bared grin. "I suppose it is the people here. They have given me excellent first impressions so far." She stood up and gathered her things. "You are going to lunch, then? It will be my first time knowing anyone, as I got here for practice on. . ." she thought for a moment with a cheerful smile. "It seems I have forgotton."</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid "Pfft. Like you haven't already, ya busta." Gren said playfully as Grane haphzardly passed out his business cards. No one seemed impressed, which was fine for the green faunus. He doesn't want too many people showing up after all. After Grane took a seat Gren went back to his chair and got ready for class. And none too soon, as shortly after Oobleck came in and came in hot. Without so much as a greeting he delve straight into the lesson. Gren had to hasten himself and take out his notebook, quickly recording Oobleck to make sure he didn't lose anything. While he could always not worry about a written notebook and just review the class lesson through the video recording, Gren didn't want to blow his cover (To everyone) by not keeping notes and somehow having a perfect memory of how class was. That and it helped him fight off the boredom by doodling. And as quickly as it came class was over. As per usual Oobleck was a master at the information dump and Gren simply stopped trying to take notes after Oobleck prodded everyone with questions. This was something that Gren himself was rather interested in getting down; not only would he get their names but also a bit of how they think. Gren himself was not immune to these questions and Oobleck asked him a few too, though Gren gave him textbook answers while remaining as neutral to the subject as he could. After class was lunch, Gren's favorite subject. Before leaving to the cafeteria Gren turned towards Grane. "Ayo, I'm going to meet with my team soon. Why don't I introduce you to them? Meet me in the cafeteria so we can all get some grub." Gren waved goodbye to his old friend and made his way to the mess hall. Along the way he sent a text to Shiro and Abel. Thinking about it, he also sent it to Sapphire. After sending them the message Gren walked over to the cafeteria. It was full of students and most were waiting in line for food. Gren didn't want to get food and eat before his Shiro, Abel, or Grane, so he didn't wait in line. But while he was looking for seats he noticed Cobalt sitting with Oswald. If Gren remembered correctly, Sapphire had thing for Oswald. He didn't know what sort of thing, but as a team member Gren thinks he earns the right to know. That and he wanted to greet his opponent. "Hey Cobalt, Oswald. Mind if I take a seat?"</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Lunch The red-haired swordswoman nodded, her idle expression remaining in place. "She is a strong person," Sangue agreed. As she bit off another piece from her pizza, the woman stared at her food for a brief moment. She seemed to be pondering on something, though she did not seem to have any intentions on speaking her mind to the world. Instead, she assured Lauren, "I have the notes. It was not hard." But truthfully, the only reason why she was able to take notes was because a paper ball that came out of nowhere to save her hide. With a bit of backbone, the woman asked Lauren, "You are... feeling okay, right? If... you feel unhealthy, then do not hesitate... to go to the infirmary." Sangue liked talking to Lauren. The dark-haired woman just screamed "friendly" to her, so it was hard for Sangue to shrug her off, especially considering her fondness for nice people. She then wondered when Ben would eventually pop back up. Though, she did not mind if Ben stayed with Amaranth for the Faunus's sake. Sinatra</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Silly The few new arrivals all received little more than a nod and a glance as Oswald studied his team mates, wondering who'd speak first. He'd committed to this thing, and was wondering what the next direction the team was taking would be. After a few moments, Cobalt took the lead, apologizing for the bad impression he'd left and hoping for good luck in general and all that fun. This guy was...too enthusiastic. Emerald was one thing, she was just full of energy, but Cobalt was like a twitchy dog who took anything less than elation as a sign of disdain. "Like I told you before, don't worry about it. Stress has been high, you showed up at a weird time, shit happens. As for restraint and tact...well, frankly, I think most of us could use those quite a bit. I could definitely stand to be more cautious, but then again, caution isn't very fun. Getting painted with Grimm guts is." Gesturing to everybody around him, Oswald shrugged. "Oswald Connolly. I'm here to kill shit, mostly."</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Lauren Negasi "Is it obvious? I was planning to just sleep it off tonight and lay low during the next combat class." Lauren smiled sheepishly and started popping a small succession of chips into her mouth, one after the other. Subconsciously, she reached up to rub one cheek, where Ben's Semblance-powered fist had rocked her so hard that she saw stars until math class. It was just one of those things she needed time and grit to deal with, but...didn't mean it didn't smart. I guess it looks a little obvious. "Just thinking about Desire a lot. And...not gonna lie, yeah, it's a bit of a headache. The cap serves up a mean last ditch uppercut when he's gotta." Her grin turned slightly rueful.</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid "This is good. Very good." Gren was surprised at how many people were arriving to the Deli, almost to the point he was worried he was way in over his head. But he shook those thoughts off because he was way in over his head. In fact he was relying on it. The first to arrive was Sapphire, who didn't seem to notice Gren or was at least trying to ignore him. Whatever, plenty of other people to talk to. When Cobalt mentioned paying for food Gren just laughed. "That won't be necessary. I'll cover for myself and... The party." He would have said team but soon many, many more people were showing up. The rest of Team CODE arrived, which earned a nod from Gren. Grane came not too long after, who told him that he invited his team as well. "Not all of them, but this is my team leader, Sapphire Rode. Perhaps you've heard of her?" Despite what Sapphire may have thought, Gren did know who her father was. He just never thought it was important enough to mention in casual conversation. Besides that Gren was well aware that many of his fellow students had personal family troubles, and Sapphire was no exception. While he has no idea what the specifics are Gren was certain that if they were ever to pose an actual problem Sapphire would be wise enough to let them know. And if not... Gren can play the part of willful ignorance. Eventually Abel arrived, and with Krysthane at that. Gren didn't need to be a mindreader to know that Abel might have the hots for Krysthane, and he could see why. She was strong, attractive, intelligent, and sociable. The leader of Team KESS as well. Smirking to himself, Gren wondered how it was like under her leadership. Surely not as bad as working for Sapphire, right? "Hey Abel! Krystane! Over here!" Soon Delta arrived with Roberts and Napoli, which was a surprise but nothing that Gren couldn't handle. Delta's weird semblance Eve gave him and Grane the moniker G&G. GG sounds better, but that also makes them sound like a couple and that was just odd. "Nothing much Delta, just trying to wrangle a party together. Haven't gotten a call yet, did you make sure you pass out my business cards? Also wussup Roberts? Take a seat, grub will come over shortly." The area was getting crowded now, but Gren was willing to make space. Moving carefully around everyone Gren started to set up some tables, grabbing ones further away to bring them closer to the ground so everyone could dine and chat with one another. While he was shortly away Gren also went to the Deli Counter and ordered a party platter of sandwiches and drinks for everyone. Fairly generic stuff, but if anyone wanted anything in particular they could buy it with their own Lien. As Gren returned from ordering food he had only three seconds to see the white flash. Three seconds were all he had to activate his Semblance to keep himself rooted to the ground, and it wasn't until he was hit that he realized that Shiro had just tried to glomp him. Which was quite foolish even if Gren didn't use his semblance to essentially turn him into a stone column, because even without it Gren was at least twice Shiro's size and five times as heavy. Still Gren could understand his partner's affection, so once he was certain that it was indeed Shiro and not a suicide bomber Gren released his Semblance and spun Shiro around in his arms. Gren toss the white tiger into the air before catching him, then setting him down on the ground carefully. "Nice to see you too buddy! I just brought some sandwiches, take a seat. There's some stuff we got to talk about. Don't worry, nothing too heavy." With the gang all here Gren tried to get them all to gather around. Even those not part of Team SASG, since it's Gren was the type of fool to get as many people involved as he could. As he waited he heard Sapphire say something about Cobalt's leadership. It reminded him of her own stunt back at the island. "Cobalt will be a fine leader. So long as he remembers he has a team he can rely on and doesn't try to go commando against the final boss without backup or proper equipment. That's just stupid." Waiting for everyone else conversation to die down somewhat, Gren then beckoned for Grane to join him. "Aight, Sapphire, Abel, Shiro, I want you all to meet an old friend of mines, Grane Blauer! He is a old friend of mines from waaaaaay back, back when we were kids even. He might be a bit thuggish but he's a hero at heart, hence why he's here. But he's also new in town, so I figured that this was a cause for celebration!" Gren rubbed his hands together and lifted them over his head, creating a a large holographic image of words saying "Welcome to Vale, Grane!" in bright colors. "So listen up everyone! After class and all that, I'm going to take Grane on a tour of the city. We're going to go everywhere all night, from the Horn of Plenty to the Land of Walt, Red Asphalt to The Club and even Sapphire's uncle. We can either walk or ride, but whatever were doing we're doing it tonight! Be there or be square!" At that Gren heard someone call out for him, and that his party platter was ready. Gren waved over to the counter and hoped that they would bring the food to him instead of having to leave the group to get it himself. He was kinda trying to rally people here.</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta-Grimm Studies Cobalt looked at Diamond and shrugged. "You heard the man. Stay at the edge of the pool and provide ranged support. Later." He took his sword out of his sheath on his back and jumped onto one of the floating lily pads. It sank slightly as it struggled to support his weight, so he jumped into the pool so others could use the lily pad. "This is insane!!!" Cobalt screamed as he hit the water with a mighty splash. He opened his eyes underwater and saw the Megaladeus staring at Robert with a hungry grin. Huh, never knew that Grimm could smile. Cobalt swam towards it's gills and brought his arms above his head. This was not going to be fun. Not for the Grimm anyways. He activated his Semblance so he could focus on exactly where to stab, just when the Megaldeus noticed him. It was just in time to get stabbed in the side with a big ass blade actually. Cobalt missed the gills due to some last second movement, but damn the 27 Smasher was bleeding this thing out. As the Megaladeus started to thrash to try and get Cobalt off he pulled the trigger on the gun part of the blade a few times to shoot the fucker in the side. The monster surfaced for a moment and threw Cobalt away from it a good couple of yards. His blade splashed into the water a few feet away from him and he swam over to grab it. In hindsight he probably should've focused on getting away instead. The Megaladeus glared at him and began to charge him to try to smash him against the side of the pool. Cobalt gasped a few times and looked around. "Someone pull the aggro!" He began desperately swimming away but it was catching up fast.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Armory Class Sapphire thought about Gren's problem for a moment. What he needed was a seal that could be applied between the mask and human skin, which meant that it had to be easily engageable and disengageable once it was no longer necessary. This was not exactly Sapphire's area of expertise given that for this sort of thing she'd be perfectly happy with a suction seal on a gas mask but that aside she thought she had a couple of ideas. They're was a design her mother had used for a certain type of bullet casing when she was little that might be adaptable. "Give me a moment, I'll take a look in the scrap room." Sapphire pushed her schematic into her binder before getting up, crossing the room and entering what could easily be described as the land of lost toys. The scrap room had warehouse like shelves from floor to ceiling and each of them was packed with a vast array of unfinished or defective inventions and raw materials. Sapphire had half an idea what she was looking for. Ten years ago, give or take in order to prevent dust from going off inside bullet casings the insides were coated with a polymer resin that would seal the dust in the round completely isolating it from the outside environment, the resin only maintained its integrity while an electric current was run through it, the moment the bullet was fired, that current stopped, the resin became inert and the dust active. Sapphire reasoned that this resin could be applied to the outside of Gren's mask, when an electric current was run through it the resin would instantly bond to the face of the wearer and once it was disabled the mask would easily release. Sapphire wasn't altogether sure what the effects of the resin would be on human or faunus skin but she could assume their would be some sort of mild rash. The resin had been retired in recent years in favor of more practical cost effective alternatives but Sapphire thought if she could find some very old shell casings somewhere in this mess they should still operate under the same principles. It was another ten minutes before Sapphire located an old almost archaic weapon. In fact it didn't look dissimilar from something her father might have used in the years preceding her mother's death. Most of the components had been stripped likely for other projects but it looked like the firing chamber was still intact. She opened it up and was pleased to find four rounds inside. A closer inspection revealed the that dust had also been removed from them but it looked like the resin was still intact. She scooped them up and navigated her way out of the scrap room. She picked up her stuff from her former desk and sat down next to Gren. Sapphire set the bullets down in front of him. "Inside these you'll find a synthetic polymer resin that should create a hermetic seal when you run a low level electric current through it. Melt the metal down, the resin will separate, apply it to your mask, and rig up a battery, turn the current on and the mask should bond to the face of the wearer, turn it off the mask will come free. Simple enough." If he was testing it on Shiro she supposed he'd find out about any side effects the resin had on faunus skin. She didn't think it would be anything serious thought the thought of Shiro with a giant red ring around his nose and mouth was mildly amusing. Sapphire hadn't given much thought to her own invention though as she'd searched the scrap room an idea had occurred to her. During her match with Napoli this morning, which she'd lost based on a simple technicality, it was clear that she could used increased visibility. The trick she'd pulled with the ice and fire rounds to make steam would have been much smarter had her own sight been unimpaired. A set of lenses that could filter out interferences such as darkness, steam, bright light, sand and snow storms would be more than useful. "I was considering creating a pair of lenses that could filter out certain agents that impair visibility. Got any ideas?"</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid Nodding his head Gren let Sapphire head to the scrap room to get whatever she needs to help him. But once she was out of sight Gren quickly opened up her binder and took out the schematic she was working on. He didn't have time to actually read through it, so he simply took a picture as he was looking at it, putting it away before Sapphire returned. He'd look at these later, maybe surprise Sapphire with it. When Sapphire returned she brought some outdated bullets and almost immediately it clicked. Sapphire basically told him what he just realized and he quietly berated himself for not thinking about it. Granted, he wasn't going to use Sapphire method. Instead, using this resin, he could melt it down into a sort of adhesive compound, which if he uses with a careful layering of corn silk on a rubber hosing he could make himself not just a decent hermatic seal, but multiple ones. Still, if Sapphire hadn't brought the resin to his attention Gren would have likely sat stumped for the next few days. Taking the resin Gren went to isolate the metal from the mixture. After a few close class and some smoking, Gren came back with the complete prototype. "Here we go! The Rebreather! Now I just need to find Shiro and see if he has some time to test this out for me." But before he could leave to find his fauna friend Sapphire wanted Gren's thoughts for a set of eye wear to increase visibility. A few questions came to mind, but he guessed that Sapphire was referring to obstructive mists like the one she had to deal with during her battle against Napoli. "I have some ideas. As a faunas darkness is never a problem for me, though I can't say the same for most humans. But you're thinking more along the lines of smoke or mist, yeah? For something like that, what you need isn't something that removes the obstacle, but a means of perception unaffected by obstacles. I've actually be looking into creating something that would allow me to pick up aura levels in others, regardless of their location or cover. It'll even work on Grimm by picking up their negative or non-existent levels. Of course most of this is software stuff; I planned to program it into my helmet. Still, I guess I'd need some hardware to adapt such a system. Let me see..." Gren went back to his desk and got his books, looking through for his journal. He had multiple journals, though this was mostly because he doodled or loses most of them, so he gets new ones and continues were he left off. Eventually he came back to Sapphire and hand a spiral bound binder, opening it to a page. "This is my guide to creating a pair of night-vision goggle. It's actually able to switch it's perception, allowing you to either increase your visibility in the dark, or detect infrared signatures. I was thinking of looking into doing something similar for Aura signatures, but... Well, that might be out of the scope of this assignment. Still, this does have the step-by-step directions of how to assemble one, though I'll admit it's not an original. I have this because I was hoping to improve on the design, you know, make it less bulky. Or cheaper. Most of the stuff I have, though obviously they're not things that you could just find around the house. Shouldn't be a problem here though." Not wanting Sapphire to look at the other secrets in his binder Gren removed the sheets of paper pertaining to the goggles and offered them to her. "Is there anything else you'd like from me?"</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate - Dorm Once Abel's surprise at Shiro's unexpected entry and removal of clothes had worn off, he maintained a level of confusion about the same as Sapphire. All he could offer in response to her question was a bemused shrug. The thought flashed through his mind: without his usual armor on, shrugging proved to be a much more enjoyable feat. He made the resolve, then and there, to try and do it more often when unencumbered. "Don't know. But I doubt he would. Only two places to swim on campus, Port's probably got another Megaladeus in one and the other's a sheer drop off the airdocks." The wheels in the guardian's head began to turn. Where and why exactly would a cat faunus go swimming? On the edge of his mind, the semblance of an idea took place, but try as he might he could not recall the details. "Must have lost something before traveling recently," he decided at last. "Don't know what though." A dubious glance shot Sapphire's way. "You goin' to Gren's party thing? Also, I had no idea you were in here. Um..." On the off chance she hadn't noticed, he elected to not mention that he'd released a quiet flatus about a chapter back in his book. Hey, he'd thought he was alone. "Your power, I guess."</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - VGNB Dorms The ballpoint pen clicked shut with a resounding sense of finality. It paused against the surface of her notebook, almost frozen in the moment. Gratia looked back up, her onyx eyes once again staring at Luke Schwarz' face. She was watching him, studying the twitching of his muscles, her impassive gaze resting upon him for several long seconds. "That will be the end of this phase of the experiment then," she said, voice still as flat and emotionless as it had been before. Bringing about positive emotions in other people was far more difficult than its antithesis, and Gratia Mindaro could not care less for expending such effort on such a trivial matter. It was beneath her to bother, and the experiment itself was not so urgent that she would fucking try and cheer or amuse Schwarz just so his hair could do a loop-de-loop that defied common sense. Her results had already lived up to her expectations so far, and any further observations were not necessarily required. Good science however, would only occur if she followed up on it. And she refused to do lackluster work. That meant she would have to continue her observations of Luke Schwarz at a better time, but it wasn't as if the Mistralese girl had anything better to fucking do.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – VGNB Dorms Vega opened the door into her Dorm, when she came upon the sight of Gratia…and then two other individuals, one she did not know of, one of them with a piece of his hair standing upwards. She took a glance at the Otter Faunus, as this was Bianca replacement…respectable but common clothing to Vega tastes. Perhaps this Mistral faunus was a member of the lower class but she knew not to open up with questions and remarks like that only until they reveal who they truly were. Her anger towards Gratia when she upstanded her in an entire class had died down, she was still annoyed by her though but relaxed herself by discarding all thoughts of cheese man and Ms. Gracious upstanding her. "So what's up" as she said it to everyone in her dorm, with a calm friendly demeanor.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - BASL Dorm The day went on as the time for excitement faded temporarily. Sangue sat still on her bed, reading through a letter she received not too long ago. The Grimm Studies class eventually ended well enough for her to leave without injuries. Although she did help someone out, she came to a realization that she needed to think a bit more wisely before jumping straight into a risky situation. Perhaps listening to her comrades would get her on a very smooth road to improvement. "..." The red-haired woman carefully put the letter away as she lay on her bed, her eyes slightly shut. She ended up wearing a new sarashi because the one she had used earlier became very worn-out.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Benjamin Lloyd (BASL Dorm) Sangue read her letter, Lauren flipped her coin, and Amy was fighting her way through the daze of painkillers. The fourth bed in the room, unlike any of the others, was covered with a chaotic mass of blankets. The mass hadn't been there that morning. It had somehow grown up over the course of the day, coming into existence almost completely unnoticed when no one else had been in the room. A bottle of acetaminophen and a half-empty glass of water stood on the nightstand next to it, but otherwise, the region was completely still. BASL's captain had not been seen for an hour or two, either, but any connection that might have had to the aberrant blanket growth was unexplored. Until, of course, after Lauren's most recent coin flip effort the mass shifted. The entire mound seemed to scoot across the mattress towards the nightstand, slowly and painstakingly. A single appendage slipped its way out of the mound, reached into the nightstand drawer, and rummaged around. As soon as it had laid hand on what it wanted, apparently a small energy drink, it retreated back into the mound. All was, once again, still. Until a few minutes later when Benjamin Lloyd finally poked his head out from the cocoon and blinked slowly, surveying the room. Another blink, and the captain idly brushed a few stray groups of hair back into place. Another, and he set the empty can on his nightstand. He stared at each teammate in turn, then sat up, slowly casting off the remnants of his lair. "S'been a long day." The team captain yawned and stretched. "Whatever we do, and wherever we go, we should make sure there's food. Skipped dinner. Pharmacy might not be bad. Think Amy and I used half the painkillers in the room." "Anyone got any big ideas for the night?"</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorms "So am I free to go, or--" he cautiously began, before cutting off as the door opened behind him. This place was certainly getting crowded... Tilting his head back to look at the stranger, both eyes now uncovered by hair, he examined the arrival. It was yet another girl walking into the room, with brown hair, piercing green eyes, glasses (altogether gave off a pretty cute bookish vibe), and... Er, well... He squinted, hoping it to just be the odd angle his head was at messing with his perception, or something similar. No additional effect. Half-turning in the seat and righting his head once more, he found that the transition from position-to-position was ultimately unhelpful in making sense of what exactly he saw. Green. She's wearing... something green. All that aside, though, he still raised a hand in polite greeting, and favoring the woman with a small, friendly smile. Interrogate me "Uh, Hi there. I'm Luke, from JCML. Miss Mindaro's got me over to ask me a few questions. I take it you're the only member of Vignobility I haven't met yet?" Or was she also the subject of study, this time in regards to fashion statements as opposed to hairstyle? Instead of saying this or even allowing it to show upon his features, though, he kept quiet and respectful for the time being. No matter how weird things may have been upon first glance, he didn't even have a fraction of the story behind it. She could have lost a bet, or something, after all. That experiment theory couldn't be right, anyways, based solely upon the new arrival's demeanor. She wouldn't be acting quite so casual if that were the case. Right? He wasn't the only one who would be perturbed by the thought of the arctic young woman of VGNB conducting experiments in regards to things such as clothes or hair. He couldn't be.</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid Another new arrival in the form of Ebon showed up at the gathering. Was he here for the party or other reasons? Gren wasn't certain. When asked for what was going on Gren gave him the short. "Shiro and some others are going to dive into the lake to find some daggers. Want to help?" Gren wasn't certain if Ebon was the type to care about such things. He seemed to be fairly aloof, almost like Sapphire. He just imagined a funny situation were the two were introduced, simply stating their name, glaring at one another, and then leaving. They'd later be found hanging out in aggressive silence. His fantasies aside Gren was debating to himself if he should help as well. Without his rebreather Gren had to admit he wouldn't be able to swim for long, and there was also the matter of the fact that he swims with the grace and speed of a scuttled ship. The best he could do really was perhaps help Shiro back up the cliff if he found the daggers, but who knows how long that would take. Gren still needed to host this party. Turning to Ebon Gren clapped his hands together and bowed his head towards the other hunter. "I'd hate to have to ask you this, but could you please help my friends out? I'm afraid that I can't swim, but I want to make sure they're okay! I'll understand if you don't want to take the risk yourselves, but I'll accept your help in whatever form you can provide it." Though not quite begging yet, Gren felt like the only way he could compensate Shiro for not actively helping himself is sending as many people as he can.</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Airdocks Sapphire had expected the topic to come up at one point or another. It was sort of part of living in close proximity to other people. 'Oh where's your family from? Where'd you grow up? Do you have any siblings? How are your parents?' It wasn't exactly new to Sapphire. Though she did not recall telling Gren about the Music Box. Of course Gren seemed to be rather adept at gathering information. Perhaps he'd asking Diamond, Emerald or Oswald. In any case these were not the types of questions that she particularly wanted to be answering. "Do I look like a townie?" Sapphire asked rolling her eyes. Usually the best way to get someone to back off of pleasantry questions was to go on the offensive. No one liked to feel like they were being judged. "My family moved around a lot." She said tossing the answer off like it meant nothing. This was not exactly the truth. In actuality the Rode's had three houses that they had used regularly in Sapphire's childhood (they also had one or two vacation homes but that was besides the point). One of them was on the outskirts of Vale, separated from the community by a long road, a tall wall and imposing gates. That was were Sapphire had spent most of her life though they also had a place in Atlas and Mistral. It wasn't often that hunters from other Kingdoms were called in to deal with a problem but when it happened Sapphire's mother and father usually ended up in the area for weeks or even months at a time. Sapphire's mother and father had bought houses in the other two kingdoms the ensure that they could keep there family close to them. They didn't have a house in Vacuo because on the rare occasion that they were called out to that remote location they didn't want to subject there children to that kind of harsh environment. It was also the reason that her brother Oliver had run to Vacuo. Janus didn't have as many connections there. "What about you Gren?" Sapphire asked with an air that suggested that she was only mildly interested in the answer. "What are your parents like?" That was another way to deflect. It usually ended in one of two ways, if the person had a happy homelife they would be glad to talk about where they came from and forget about any questions related to her past and if they didn't then they dropped there own questions feeling that if they got answers they would be obligated to speak on there childhood. Into the Lake What Shiro, Oswald, Napoli, and Robert didn't realize was that the lake was much less calm than it appeared. On the surface of course it was smooth as glass but the lake at the foot of the Beacon cliffs was actually quite turbulent. On the surface it was calm but there further down you went the rougher the waters became. Tossing you this way and that, the currents were merciless. Not only that but there was something else in the lake with them. Something dangerous. Something that wanted them gone from it's home as quickly as possible. It didn't care if they made it back in one piece. Right now however that threat was not apparent. What Shiro saw at the bottom of the late was something sparkly, metal catching the light. What he couldn't tell from this distance was that there was far too much of it to simply be Sapphire's daggers. Once he got closer he would realize that he was looking at a pile of junk, all of it made of metal. Jewelry, engine parts, lost weapons, even some pots and pans. All of the metal that had fallen from the Beacon cliffs resided on the bottom of the late in that particular spot. For the right person it was a pile of treasure. To most everyone else it was more likely just junk. The majority of it was rusting over, except for some of the higher quality jewelry and the weapons which were made of a material designed not to rust in water. What Shiro couldn't see from this distance was that that pile rested at the mouth of a cave which was almost pitch black inside. Not only that but something rested inside the cave. Something that liked its pile of metal undisturbed. Something that wasn't going to take kindly to a thief.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – VGNB Dorms Bianca, it was a shame she had to go back home as soon as they quickly arrived to Beacon. "Pretty much what Gratia said, family stuff." It seemed though Luke was itching to get out of here, perhaps Gratia questions have been nerving on him too much. Well, it was none of her business…but perhaps he would like to go to a party with her? "If Gratia done questioning you, do you want to go to a party with me?" She then looked Beryl. "Maybe you to if you want to" taking a look at Beryl. Sarina Tala Dei – JSSC – Academy Gardens For the evening, Ms. Serene had just been unwinding from her fight against the Ogdoad with Clair. Too bad she had to leave on short notice, and she has just begun to like her. She was Sitting casually on a bench, listening to music on her headphones until she got a vibration from her scroll. She took out her scroll and opened up the message. >Sender: Glynda Goodwitch >Receiver: Senior Students >Body:Good afternoon, students. I am sending you this message for the purpose of an open request: Team CPLT has not appeared in any of its classes today, and aren't in their dorm either. Airship dock surveillance indicates that they've not left that way -be advised, some freshmen are leaping from the airship to the lake below, and may require adult supervision- and team IFRA's patrol in the Emerald Forest hasn't found them either. If you are available, please try and locate CPLT as a favor to the Beacon staff. The possible locations they could be are: Combat Arena, Aura Control Room, Gym, Pool, Roof, Survival Building, Practice Area CPLT, they have been always a weird, disturbed bunch. The thought of Paron, the bastard that tricked her into thrashing her office, putting the blame on her, was trivial to her though she could care less about him despite Goodwitch wanting Sarina to try to look after him when he was so aloof. Being the second eye for Goodwitch though, she had great deal of responsibility despite being a Havener, studying here before she returns home. So thus, she stood up from her bench and set off…until getting a message again, this time as she looked, from Sterling. >Was headed 2 the firing range, I'll look for CPLT while I'm there. U guys gonna help out? So, Sarina typed out a message. >Sender: Sarina Tala Dei >Receiver: JSSC >Body: Yes, as Goodwitch assistant, affairs like this are also important to me. I am going to the roof first by staircase. And thus Sarina finally set off for the rooftop.</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid From Sapphire's short responds Gren could guess she didn't like talking about her family. She quickly tried to turn the question back onto him, but Gren wasn't about to let her pull a fast one. "Not nearly as difficult as yours. I have no... Legacy to uphold, unlike you. It's an important name I'd imagine." Gren chuckled coldly. Unrelentingly Gren continued to talk about Sapphire family. "Well, I suppose with a family like that you wouldn't want anyone involved. But is that what you really want, Rode? Family day isn't too far off. I figured someone like you would be rather pressured by the sort of weight your name carries. As our leader, I don't like the idea that you wont' be able to handle that responsibility, given the weight on your shoulders. And..." Gren thought long and hard about what he was going to say next. There was a certain amount of conflict within himself, as if he was about to say a lie that he wants to be true. "As a friend, I'm worried about you. I can't say I know how you're feeling, if you feel anything at all. Maybe you're used to the pressure. Maybe you're freaking out in your head. But listen, Sapphire: I want to help. Of course I know you don't trust me. There are plenty of reasons why you shouldn't, and my recent actions haven't done anything to endear me to you. Which is why I'm glad you're here." Gren turned back around and smiled at Sapphire. "Tonight we'll get to relax. We need to talk, but that sort of serious stuff can come later. As it stands you're just my leader, and I'm just a tool for you. I want to change that. Also, to answer your question: instead of talking about my folks, I'm hoping I can introduce them to you. There's so much I could say about them, but I think it'll be best if I just show you how they're like. Warts and all." Soon a message popped into Gren's head. Shiro wanted to know if there was a rescue crew coming after him, so he shout a message back. Another message arrived, this time by Delta. Apparently he just woke up and hopefully Grane would be arriving soon as well. "I'm sure you want to know what I'm really like. Hopefully I'll get to show you."</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Delta Snow Delta Snow - Airship Docks Delta's blank gaze scanned over those present. He knew a few, or could vaguely recall a vowel of their names from conversations he unconsciously overheard. He could already feel an agitated aura emanating from one certain individual with cerulean locks. If memory served him right, which it usually did, her name was Sapphire. It didn't take an einstein to piece two and two together concerning the correlation between her hair color and her name, but he wasn't one to criticize names, considering his own. At least, the daggers only but a breath away from another student's neck were giving off an aggressive vibe. Then Gren managed to step in just in the nick of time before they had a death on their hands, Grane ended up arriving at the wrong time, shortly followed by a person he recognized from lunch, and all the while this was happening, Delta and Cobalt were merely watching. The two quickly exchanged glances, waiting in expectation for how the scene would pan out. "Hey, Delta, got any leftover popcorn?" The familiar asked from the pouch with Delta's scroll grasped between its stubby ligaments, recording the whole entire duboccal with a mischievous grin. It was then did Eve's mouth completely drop at the sight of the conflict growing, and just as quickly becoming extinguished. In a series of deft motions, Ebon was suddenly left suspended in the air, as if he was momentarily given the ability to defy the laws of gravity. And just like that, a student he hadn't even known the name of plummeted out of sight. It took Delta a few moments to process the events that transpired before his very eyes. His vision of a scholastic institution, albeit in this case a combat oriented one, was a place where peers didn't exactly fling each other off the side of a cliff. He glanced down at Eve, who returned the same gaze of awe, and silently gulped in minute fear. "I guess dad was right… women are scary." The silver-haired boy then found himself shifting in minute increments behind Grane. Kinda ironic how he was seeking refuge behind a closet drunk. But then his posture eased at the mechanical shield gravitating near the cliff's edge, chances are, the student didn't fully go for a dive. But what was he doing behind there? "Eve. Getting any-" The familiar jumped onto his shoulder without any preceding cue. Its irises were suddenly rimmed with a golden hue, fluently circulating within the eyes. "Yeah. Heat readings. You may not be able to hear him from this distance, but looks like they're not done with their little… dispute." Delta nodded in agreement, locking onto the two students involved. Did they not know where they were? A firefight then began to ensue, leaving a bit of the cliff to give way due to the oncoming fire. After a bit of gunplay, Sapphire took a quick retreat beside Gren. The boy was in the midst of opening his lips when Eve lept into action. The familiar dropped to the ground and paced its way over, taking a stand between the girl and shield. "Oi, oi! Don't you know where you both are right now?! Do you seriously want to do something that'll detriment both the docks and Gren's party? Calm down!" The squeaky voice didn't really seem all that intimidating, so it wasn't a surefire chance that they would listen. But Eve could at least try to stop the whole situation before it devolved beyond repair. Delta sighed and walked over, slightly shaking his head at Sapphire. "Save this for another time." The boy kept one strap of his hat tightly wrapped around his finger, he glanced at the earth's condition under the shield. The cliff probably wasn't going to hold for much longer, so hopefully the student behind could get a chance to relocate.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Sepia Russet - Airdocks "This is no way to behave." Sepia thought, uncharacteristically sullen. "From my own teammate too. The girl looks like one who has a near permanent attitude problem, but I would have thought Ebon would try to diffuse the situation. I guess I just don't really know anyone here." She'd overheard the conversation that had started this mess, though. Something about trusting people, the difference between friends and allies, and family names. The last one stuck out to her. "I wonder what inherited pressure is like. I guess I could have found out myself, but that would mean..." She reached up and touched her faunus ears, then swished her tail out in front of herself thoughtfully. "Bad for business, they say. I understand, but I won't take that risk in hiding them." Her dog ears flicked as she thought about Shiro's message and she couldn't help but laugh. "He isn't even here." Clearing her throat to make her presence known, Sepia spoke quietly. "I have to agree. Whatever's going on here is between you and whoever your dispute is with. It's probably no one else's business, but it seems like you're trying to make it that way."</s> <\|message\|>Napoli Fiordilatte Napoli Fiordilatte - (Wait, Grimm Studies had a Purpose? Time to Help Shiro) Swimming around in cold water to help out a Faunus you really only met five minutes ago. Well, it appeared Napoli could check that off his bucket list. That said, it was rather easy to lose sight of someone that decided the best plan of attack was to go underwater the whole time. Thus Napoli found himself swimming in merely the vague direction he had last seen Shiro resurface. That's when a few interesting events occurred. First off, some weird drones decided to fly around and engage their own little agenda. People at this school have funnels? And here I thought Gratia was the one with all the hax. Then something roared and a weapons locker sinned and fell from heaven. Then again, with how freaky this school had been, perhaps that was just a typical Monday. Nevertheless a large grin spread across the Sniper's face as he realized it was time for a practical application of his school studies. Adjusting his route towards the newly ascertained direction of his class fellow, Napoli propelled himself forward. Reaching the approximate location rather quickly. With a quick dive underwater, Napoli was able to make out the blurred image of Shiro and what appeared to be a frog? God damnit Kermit, you didn't have to start binge eating after the breakup. Well whatever, the bigger area would just make a shot easier. Leaving his head slightly submerged in order to still see the Grimm, Napoli popped one hand out and fired a series of bullets up in the air before curving them in the direction of the Grimm. It was the same basic water displacement technique he'd employed earlier in the day. Although being in the water this time was new.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Lakebed He had every intention to fight the Grimm head on alone. He was fully prepared to take a nasty first hit. He realized what a bad situation this was and knew he had no real plan on getting out of it unharmed. Just as he was about to launch himself at the frog-face, a hand grabbed his arm and broke him out of his tunnel-vision focus. Turning his head, his eyes met with the 'other sword-and-board' user. Shiro really was bad with names. The guy pointed with his other hand towards the surface and for a moment, Shiro didn't quite understand. Thinking he maybe meant for Shiro to give up and head back, he shook his head and pointed at the pile of loot. He wasn't about to abandon Sapphire's daggers when they were so close to being recovered. Shooting the guy an angry look, it wasn't until he noticed the displaced trail of what looked like bullets whizzing through the water towards the Amphibian Grimm that Shiro reconsidered taking the guy's advice and resurfacing. Gren did say that they were here to help. Maybe they had some sort of plan? At the very least, once Shiro surfaces he can use his Semblance to give them a better fighting edge. "Agh! No, I should reserve that for emergencies instead of using it every chance I get!" He didn't know what to do. He really needed to work on that 'planning' thing more. Shiro exhaled another bunch of bubbles out of exasperation. "Fine! I'll bite!" Shiro turned back to face the black-haired guy and nodded once, jabbing a thumb upwards towards the surface. Looking at the Grimm and to the pile of loot, he didn't feel good about abandoning it. But, he knew where it was. He could easily return to it. Kicking off of the lakebed and exhaling continuously as he rose through the waters, Shiro made his way back topside. Unsure of himself and how to proceed once he made his way back down to face that Grimm.</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid "That's enough." When Sapphire fired her shot at Ebon, Gren jumped forward towards Ebon. But not to attack but, but to save him. Namely by grabbing Ebon by The Kingdom and hurling him away from the cliff. Gren would have had a hard time maintaining his footing if he didn't use his own semblance to keep steady even on the slowly degrading dirt beneath him. "Sapphire, I'm sorry for what I said to you. I shouldn't have talked about it. But you need to control your impulses if attacking someone is how you show distress. And you Ebon, are an ass. I invited you to this party because I figured you could use some friends. And while I still need to earn that title, Sapphire is my friend. If you have something to say about her, you can bring it up with me. And if you keep talking shit about Shiro, I'm going to drown you in the lake." Gren took out the God Eater and used it to gun down Ebon's R-types, in case he thought about using them to continue to shoot at Sapphire. Gren then aimed the God Eater at Ebon, ready to gun him down if he tries to fight back or use anymore R-Types. "Look at yourself Ebon. Is this what you want? You're alone here. Not even your teammate is going to back you up. Now I'm not saying you can't come with us to the party. But I want you to leave your weapon behind, and leave Sapphire alone." Gren looked at Ebon with cold but caring eyes, as if he was about to pull the plug to his comatose family member. His finger was on The God Eater's trigger, and from the fact it's in the Destruction Form, Gren is either going to riddle him with bullets or light Ebon on fire.</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Benjamin Lloyd (BASL Dorms) Ben tossed Amy the only set of clothes that were within his reach, given their relative proximity, but he wasn't paying much attention. Another Ibuprofen went down the hatch with a swallow of energy drink before the bottle went the same way as Amy's clothes. In times of scarce painkiller supplies, all shared. And man were supplies scarce, after the day they'd had. Amy's migraine, Ben and Lauren's mutual knockout in Combat Training... Sangue was the only one not currently suffering from one source of pain or another, and it was hard to say who had it worst. Ben's money was on Amy. At least the rest of them had already passed the source of their pain. Amy's was a constant, never-ending noise. Still, Ben didn't waste much time thinking about it. More important things to be done, he reminded himself as he pulled his shoes back on. He hadn't bothered to ditch the rest of his uniform, so he was pretty much set to go. Though there was one thing he needed to do... He grabbed Artorius and Lawnslot from their place next to his nightstand, and in a few deft moves, popped both of them open to remove two small cylinders. One of which he tossed to Lauren, the other he pocketed. "If you could carry that around while we're out, Lauren, that's be great. Mission soon, and I'm never going to be at 100% if it's leeching off of me constantly. I can take the other one." Without waiting for a response, he pushed himself off of his bed and clapped his hands. "Anyway. Bastille, let's get going!"</s> <\|message\|>Sterling Johnson Sterling Johnson -- Firing Range "Sorry, kid, it's strictly senior business only. I'd have to kill you after I told you." he growled, affecting a stern face as his eyebrows attempted to merge into one, scrunched up, severe-looking entity, spreading across the entirety of his brow. A facade that lasted all of a half-second, as his easy snicker-into-chuckle followed, and mischief exposed itself and took a bow. "Naaah. CPLT's been missing the whole day, so Goodwitch sent out a notice to all the seniors asking for help on our Scrolls. Speaking of which..." he explained, whipping out his vibrating scroll even as the rapid fft fft ftts of his ball bearings sailing downrange brought forth a symphony of shattering glass. >Sender: Jorie Ngo >Receiver: JESS >Body: Sorry, no luck at the pool. However, has anyone noticed the new name for the team? Team JESS? I'm kind of confused about this change... Can we go to back to the dorm to figure this out? Huh. That was weird. Thoughtfully frowning, he typed out a response. >Sender: Sterling Johnson >Receiver: JESS >Body: Huh >last time that happened it meant a new teammate so I guess that's it >anyways Practice Area came up dry too, nobody been around for at least 2 and a half hours. I'll head back "Well," he slid the phone into his pocket. "Thanks for the help, kiddo. Gotta bounce!" he called, recalling all his floating ball bearings and beginning to walk towards the door. "And keep it up! For a first-year, you're a hell of a shot." --- Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorm ... "So, to the pool, right?" he asked, looking to Beryl. If the experiment was truly done, there was no sense in keeping her waiting.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Felicia - Gym - "Nnnnnnnnnghhhh..." Emerald had blacked in and out of consciousness a few times since the rather spectacular end to her and Krysthane's duel. When she gathered enough strength she managed to turn herself over onto her back, looking up at the ceiling in a daze. As awesome as her finishing move was, she was starting to wish she had one that wasn't quite so...painful. Eventually she forced her head to move so that she could look over towards where her fellow huntress in training lay, she looked to be in a similar state. It was hard to say if she was conscious or not. "Hey..." She started slowly, her ability to talk taking more work than usual. "...hey Krysthane...that was a pretty great fight...may have gotten carried away a bit at the end there..." Or a lot rather, considering the state of the gym, the floor of the gym was thankfully made of some pretty powerful stuff, though they had still made quite a mess of things. She wondered how the janitor even dealt with this sort of thing...did they even have a janitor? Emerald realised her thoughts were getting off track again and got back to the subject at hand. "I guess since both our auras went in the red it's a tie...we're about evenly matched...that's cool." Of course she had a cannon that's use almost always guaranteed a tie in a duel, but that was just a minor detail. "Hey...you awake? You're not dead are you? Because I've never killed anyone before, accident or not, and I'd really like to keep it that way if you don't mind..." Then Emerald heard something, something that sounded like a...rumbling? A gurling? Her stomach!? "I'm hungry."</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Airdocks Sapphire smiled triumphantly as she saw the edge of the cliff turn to mud and begin to destabilize all around Ebon trapping him in the mud. This quickly turned to disgust as Gren grabbed the arrogant child by the Kingdom and tossed him free of the collapsing dirt as a small chunk of the cliff went crashing into the waters below. He was wrong though. Sapphire knew she had far more violent impulses than was healthy but it was far from the way she relieved her distress. She'd attacked Ebon because, for lack of a better way to describe it, he gave off an unnerving air. Something about the way he had been staring at her had caused the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end. She'd approached him with weapons drawn and the feeling had vanished almost instantly. Sapphire felt certain the feeling came from him though no reason to assume so and no evidence to support herself. Just a bad feeling. The smile reappeared on Sapphire's face when Gren pointed his weapon directly into Ebon's face and berated him for his idiotic behavior. The boy cursed and stormed away from the rapidly growing group of people. She watched him depart with satisfaction until a hand touched her shoulder. For a brief moment Sapphire was tempted to lash out. To grab her weapon and slash at anyone that would touch her, anyone that would try to hurt her. Her muscles twitched towards the daggers strapped to her arms but just as quickly as it came the impulse subsided. She was at Beacon, she was safe, no one here wanted to add to her many scars, some of which just peaked out of the tank top she had on. It was just Abel. Nonetheless Sapphire didn't like people touching her. She shrugged his hand off her body. "Don't touch me." she said her voice a harsh whisper as sharp as a knife and filled with venom. Mentally she reminded herself to have an insulated coat ordered. The thought of Abel's electric semblance was one of the only things that had kept her from stabbing him when he'd surprised her. Sapphire looked at all the people standing around with worry and concern etched into there faces. Her eyes darted to the people that had attempted to intervene "You're right Sepia... this is none of your business, and you" she said turning to Delta "Keep your Brownie on a leash." Sapphire sheathed her weapons and pushed her hair out of her eyes. "Gren, I appreciate your high handed attempt to defend my honor or my person or whatever the hell that was but I don't need anyone to finish my battles for me. That was my fight and I had it handled." She glanced around at everyone who were all deathly silent. "Weren't we planning on having a night on the town?" she said looking at everyone's faces. "Or is that off the table now?"</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren sighed as Ebon left. While he was okay with him leaving, this wasn't exactly how Gren wanted to start their little shindig. "Oh well. Shit happens." Sapphire continued to be a problem however, shooting venomous remarks to everyone present. Now this was getting tiresome, and now Gren was going to have to drop the hammer. "The party is still on, Rode. But if you're going to act like that, you're not much better than Ebon. We're going to head into the city to have fun and get to know one another. If you're going to keep acting like a paranoid bitch, then maybe this isn't for you." Gren sheathed his weapon and walked away from Sapphire to meet up with the others. His disposition changed from mildly disappointed to happy once he met with the others. "Had a bit of an issue with some personalities, but that's dealt with now. Let's get going before the teachers get on our case, eh?" An airship arrived, which was heading towards the city. "File in everyone! First place we're going to hit up is the Blue Moon Market. There's lots of things there to check out, and for you thugs something to wet your tongue." Gren shouted out to everyone as he stepped onto the airship.</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Armory Shiro laughed when Gren made his little 'Emerald' joke, shaking his head as he pulled out his Scroll and expanded it to tablet form. Walking over to a free area clear from the other students, the faunus boy pulled out a chair for Sangue to sit at. Patting at its seat cushion as he walked around looking for a measuring tool. "Have a seat, right there. I'll be with you in just a second. I'm on the measurements and weight, Gren." Then he found it, a simple tape measure. With a smile, Shiro snatched it. "Good." He thought. Walking over to the seated Sangue, Shiro immediately started his measurements. Gently wrapping the measuring tape every which way to get rough estimates of various things. Such as the length of each of her fingers, the diameter of her palm, length from wrist to elbow, from elbow to shoulder, circumferences and other such things. Being more careful this time to not be as...'rough' with his friend. Recording the measurements on his Scroll as he worked, he frowned as his ears twitched. Realizing a few problems they may run into. "Oi, Gren. While we work, do you have any idea so far as to what we should do for power and counterbalance? Because no matter how I forge or machine it, it's still going to be heavier on that side and as far as I know she doesn't run off of electricity. While we're at it, do you know if we have a CAD program or maybe six-axis CNC machine?" Smiling as he focused on his work, Shiro then spoke to Sangue. "So, while we take care of the basics. Do you have any special features, functions, or ideas in mind for your new arm?" Cypher, @NarayanK</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Shiro took more measurements as they settled down at the armory. Staring at the motions of his hands, the woman watched as if she would never be able to understand what Shiro and Gren could do when it came down to technology. After all, it was her first time hearing what a "CAD program" was. Did it stand for "Cool Armored Device?" She remembered the children back at the orphanage she visited describing gadgets to be particularly fascinating. They had shown both concern and fascination at the chains connecting between her claw and the metal shoulder pauldron that came with it. When Gren informed her that they needed to take her measurements, the red snake nodded softly. As he took her measurements, Shiro asked if Sangue wanted anything specific for her arm. At first, she had little to no thoughts on such a thing. The more she thought about it, however, the more she realized how much she had relied on her Claw for most of her life. That, and her blade, which she carried by her own flesh and bone. So it was not a surprise for her to seem attached to the Claw, as outdated as it seemed. "…" Glancing at the claw, which remained retracted as closely to her shoulder as possible, the swordswoman spoke softly, loud enough for Shiro to hear. "I'd… like… to have… a Claw… in the arm…" She wondered if it was too much. After all, she had little to no idea as to how the construction of contraptions worked, especially when there were so many ways to make them. "If… I could use it slowly… or quickly, in any given… situation… it could help," she suggested. And her creativity ended right there. What she wanted was pretty simple: an upgrade that still retained her Claw, even if it meant building some entirely new device for her to wield. Flexibility was key for her fighting style, so she wanted to stick close to the weapons she had grown used to. All she hoped for was her not being rude to the two without knowing them. They were, after all, helping her with something she could potentially be stuck with for a repetitively long amount of time if she decided to try figuring things out on her own. @Lucius Cypher</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid Armory Serious Business Pondering Shiro's words, Gren spoke out. "A CAD, yeah. I use one for myse- My stuff. CNC machine, no. Looks like we're going to have to do it like barbarians. " Gren took out some tools for him and Shiro to use to carve, shape, and form the bulk pieces, as well as more fine tools to deal with more intricate details. Fortunately at least they weren't working with just hammers and chisels, as Gren soon rolled out things like a torches(plasma, acetylene, soldering irons), water cutters, mills, grinders, and more. Still crude however, and most of the work that would normally be left to machines would how have to be done by hand. But that's just business as usual for Gren. "Now I'll be right back. Gotta get that scanner." Gren didn't imagine that the scanner was going to be easy to take, assuming it could be removed at all. He knew there were some pretty advanced ones that were about as big as a microwave, but the few he's seen tends to be as big as a vending machine. So when Gren went to look for it, sure enough it was a large machine. While not vending machine sized, it was built into a desk, so the idea of stealing it was out of the question. Fortunately it didn't seem like there were any locks or covers preventing him from accessing it. When he turned it on however, there was a logon screen and it was password protected. "Of course. Hmm…" If Gren had the time, he would have done this the proper way and planted a bug on the machine that would allow him access once the bug manages to upload its data onto the computer. But Gren didn't have that time, or the bug on him. He could always just use a brute force method; upload a little program into the computer and just run passwords and usernames until he gets the right combo, and without tripping any potential alarms for multiple failed logins. Only issue with that was that he'll need to still open up the machine and plug in, which was not discrete in the slightest. Gren figured that this wasn't worth the trouble of stealing/breaking into and just decided to go ask a teacher. Fortunately, Gren and the others are allowed to use it. It was going to be a bit hard to move it to where Shiro and Sangue were at, but with some positioning and a liberal use of the various holes Gren made a while ago, he was able to bring the the scanner over to them. Hooking it up to a power outlet, putting in the username and password, and finally getting it started up, and it was ready for scanning. However there was one thing that Shiro had also mentioned which had been on Gren's mind since yesterday: the power source. "Hmm. Good question. Iron and steel is too heavy. Aluminum, maybe, especially if we reinforce it with titanite. But it'll be inevitable that it'll feel heavy for Sangue. Even with that chain claw of hers, the new arm will at least feel heavier with all the new weight on her shoulders. Not to mention that this won't be as simple as sticking a prosthetic on her stump. If this arm is going to be any good, we'll have to reinforce her entire upper right shoulder and her ribs, possibly even… Uh." Gren stopped talking and thought more about it. Granted, there were ways they could just graft the arm onto Sangue's stump, with proper equipment and preparation. That wasn't the issue. The issue was that Gren didn't know how to do it; he's so used to operating on his own body, which has been made to be modular enough that he could do things like replace arms or other limbs if they're sufficiently damaged. But Sangue wasn't a cyborg (As far as Gren knows), so that option wouldn't work with her. There was a way though. Gren was hesitant to reveal it. Gren has made some bad decisions in the past that he'd rather not remember. But looking at Shiro and Sangue, Gren sighed. "But I can't forget either... Alright. Firstly, making the arm would be… Easy, I guess you could say. It will be heavier even if we use the lightest materials, and we aren't. I want to make sure this arm can at least take a good hit, now we need to make sure it'll still work like your old claw. We have the materials here to make a prototype for you to get accustomed to, though a proper arm will need that Titanite. Me and Shiro can get that. As for the power source, it's… To put it in simple terms, it's powered by fat. Calories to be specific. Cuz you know, it'll use up a lot of energy. Now for the hard part…" This was the part that Sangue needed to make a decision on, because getting a robot limb wasn't just a small price to pay. At least not for Gren. "Lastly, it will require an operation. Simply attaching an arm to your stump isn't going to be easy. There are… Things that need to be done. It'll be almost like a real arm; you'll be able to hold things in your hand, write, eat, fond- Er, stuff. But you'll need to be operated on. There are two ways we could do it. The first is the simplest and easiest, which is that you'll get a cybernetic stub where your claw is right now. It'll be the fastest way, but your arm won't be as fast, and if you move too harshly your arm might fall off. The other is much more intense. We'll have to reinforce your entire right shoulder, some of your ribs, and maybe your neck too. This way your arm would feel more natural and it won't go flying off if you throw it too hard. But… Well, you'll have to be cut open." Gren didn't want this fun little project to take such a dramatic turn, but a bit of seriousness was needed. More so since, unbeknownst to Sangue and Shiro, Gren would be digging up some old memories. Specifically, he was going to contact the very same person who made Gren the way he was now. She is the only one Gren knows, and trusts, to do an operation like this.</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Bianca Nuit Grimm Chances of Survival Haven @Plank Sinatra @Crimmy @NarayanK "Bianca Nuit threw a boy today at a Little Shop of Horrors looking thing!" Said one boy. "It was insane, I thought she was a shoe-in for the psych ward, but I guess not." Another replied. "Yeah I think she's just kind of weird." A third concluded. The other two boys nodded in agreement. "Nice ass though." I walked out of the Grimm Studies room leaving one boy with a sore head and the other two laughing at him uncontrollably. Straightening out my outfit I sighed. It was time to get to Stella's class. "I wonder how she's doing…" Stella 'Living her best life' Nuit was not doing well. She glared at the girl who refused to quit. The young woman had crafted a nipple from a sweet and was now performing actions that Stella dare not consider less she lose her focus. She averted eye contact harder than she ever had, even after the whole identity theft fiasco on parent's day. She simply stared ahead, sweating. "I'm sure she's fine." I landed on, deciding that worrying about her was fruitless considering I was about to see her. Making my way down to survival I had to take a short trip outside to reach the classroom. It was nice feeling the warm air engulf me, but after the work out I had just been through in Grimm Studies and the fact that sporting plumage on your back didn't really cool you, I could do without it. But as soon as I walked into the survival room I felt a gush of cool air hit me at once. To say the building had A.C. was a bit of an understatement. It was essentially a system that could replicate any climate, Stella could have had the place snowing if she had wanted to. Speaking of Stella, just to distract my sister I decided to pick a front seat, sitting down beside a girl I wasn't too familiar with and Ben's teammate 'Sangue' with the red hair one seat down I placed my pure below my chair, entwining it around my feet. Looking around, I was really impressed with how well Stella had done at making the place up. There were cupcakes, strawberry icing on top of a chocolate chip vanilla cupcake. Mom always used to make them… "Yes, Gratia I have taken over the class." Stella responded to my former teammate, immediately my head shot up. Gratia's here?!" I thought glancing all around for the girl. It had been awhile since we had talked about finding therapy over family day-weekend, but I was to present my options to her by Wednesday and she would go over them, analyze them for quality. Knowing Gratia though, it was best not to approach her until my ducks were in a row. Glancing over at the girl's beside me it took me a second before I recognized her. Wait. That can't be?? The girl from the bathroom wall? She was making deadly eye contact with someone. Slowly licking her cupcake, but... Who… Was… it? "Ahem." Stella said, clearing her throat as the rest of the class continued to pile in. She looked about as red as a… Well as Stella did when she was attracted to a girl but knows the relationship would be an illicit affair as their teacher-student relationship was strictly forbidden. It was like a kind of maroon. "We will be starting shortly, so if anyone has any questions, please feel free to ask. The exercise itself will be explained once we begin, so don't worry too much about that."</s> <\|message\|>Sand Vespa Sand slowed as she neared what she thought was the PE classroom. She produced her Scroll in one hand, ensuring that the room number above the door was the same as the one marked in her schedule, and leaned in past the frame. Her peeking revealed the training equipment she had been expecting, along with a few students already inside, but no professor. She supposed that was good. Must have meant she was not late, and she'd have some time to herself before the class started. Readjusting the strap on her duffel bag, she strode into the room, beelining towards one of the empty benches. She took her seat there, setting her bag down next to herself. Seeing as she had missed the Grimm Studies class, some of the bulk inside like the extra change of clothes she had packed would likely go unused, but that detail was hardly worth thinking about at that point. Instead, she glanced at the other students in the room, listening to the few snippets of their conversation that reached her. Seeing them together, she found herself wondering if any of her teammates was enrolled in this class. She frowned slightly. Perhaps I should have made more of an effort to learn their schedules. Sharing class could have been a good excuse to learn more about them. Or everyone could focus on their own tasks and not share a word. Hard to say without knowing how the class is taught. Sand hummed and gave the barbell behind her a searching glance, wondering if she should simply start training on her own while she waited, but quickly discarded the idea. She was not so terribly impatient that she could not wait a few minutes for their professor. Instead, she leaned forwards, resting her arms against her knees in a relaxed posture while she continued to idly eavesdrop on the other students.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN@Write Survival Armory class had come and gone in a flash, after having her little talk with Amy, Emerald was feeling a lot better. Sure, Amy wasn't ready to talk just yet, but at least she hadn't outright rejected her, right? But never mind that now, she'd see Amy after classes. Right now, she needed to focus on all these cupcakes that were apparently on everyone's seats in Survival! As Oswald spoke blasphemy and Anna punished him for it, Emerald had already stuffed an entire cupcake into her mouth. After a minute or two Emerald had scarfed the whole thing down, after a swallow Emerald pointed a finger at Oswald. "Sweets make the world go around Oswald. Don't anger the gods of sugar with your blasphemous heresy!" Emerald stood up on top of her desk. "Listen! These cupcakes will give us the energy we need to survive! That's what our good teacher is trying to tell us!" She exclaimed this rather loudly.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd @FlitterFaux "Both of 'em, actually." Ben answered, after mulling the question over a second. "I had me, Sangue, Nuit, and Skye at first. Picked up a few strays after that, but started with them." After that, though, Bastille's captain gave a long, low whistle. As hectic as his weekend had been, Luke's had been even more hectic. Somehow. He had to wonder sometimes if they didn't just attract it. If somehow they didn't just draw the insanity around them towards themselves, given all of the bizarre occurrences they had to deal with. Even at a place like Beacon it really did seem like they were magnets for extra crazy. Though, honestly, he wouldn't have it any other way. It'd be too dull. So the blacksmith clapped his friend on the back and flashed him a grin. "Look at it this way, man, life has to heap the crazy on us. It's the price for us just being so goddamn handsome. A terrible burden, but one we can bear." Ben's grin widened a little. "We gotta find some time to hang out. You can tell me about this Atlesian lunatic that followed you home, I've only heard the legends." He turned the smile on Skye as the girl approached, and pulled a chair a little closer so she could still talk once she'd taken a seat. The hand not resting on Luke's shoulder gave her a friendly wave. "Hey, Skye, good to see you. Glad everything turned out alright with the Dionaea, that got a little hectic."</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid Survival Class Mucking About in Survival Class Armory Class went by quickly. After Sapphire had come in to inform him and Oswald of her leave, Gren just sort of went into autopilot mode. It was sort of a final nail into the coffin; his team was truly gone now. Surely the administration would assign him a new one but… He was alone. He wasn't sure how to feel about it so the best bet was to just let himself be lost in his work. He finished his project for Oswald, only needing that barrier generator comparable to the coliseum. Gren's essay was lengthy and technical but also filled with needless fluff and jargon just to pad out the length and make it seem more impressive. The only real details anyone could discern from it, once they remove the useless bits of information, was that Gren worked on a sword for Oswald. No further information was given beyond that. The next class he had was Survival. It was both practical and entertaining, a sort of quasi camping except with real dangers. Gren had to remember that no matter how pleasant it may seem, things could always take a turn for the worse. Grimm could attack, a natural disaster may strike, or the teachers may even assign them a lengthy essay to write instead of doing all of the fun stuff. He had to be on his toes and ready for any situation. And the most dangerous of them… Free Cupcakes. Gren took a seat and noticed the cupcake just sitting in front of him. In front of everyone really. If Gren had to guess it was for them, but perhaps there was a test? See if this was poisoned? Perhaps a metaphorical one, like not accepting gifts that look too good? Or maybe the teacher just wanted to treat them to snacks? Either way Gren took the cupcake and ate it. He was a robot, he'll be fine. And it turned out to be a damn good cupcake. "I should have probably scanned it to see how it was made. This is delicious." He said quietly to himself. Gren then just watched with mild amusement at how the others reacted to the cupcakes. Most with apathy, some with paranoia, and some with heated passion to answer the paranoia. It made the green faunas chuckle. The end result was largely the same; everyone ate a cupcake. He wondered if they were expected to make their own cupcakes in the wild. Certainly a more difficult task than say, surviving a week against a horde of grimm. Sugar wasn't exactly something you could just find in a forest, as far as Gren knew.</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Practice After taking a deep breath, Sangue glanced at the course. On paper, Practice fit her rather well. It had much less to do with coordination and much more with her individual capabilities, unlike the other classes she took. What many others commonly misunderstood about her was that she had a somewhat impulsive nature, which was partially related to Apophis raising her and her experience when she was alone. That impulsive nature focused solely on herself- it was a selfish thing. It briefly surfaced back when she didn't take Ben's advice while facing the Megaladeus in class, and she continued to try fixing it. She figured that if she wanted to get over her trait of rushing things whenever she got nervous, she needed to be more confident first. And Sangue was more confident with others if she felt less like a liability. If there was one thing BASL had taught her that Apophis hadn't, it was that a group can be its own individual entity- and she had to be a part of it to make it complete and not hold it back. Her expression grew rigid as her feet carried her. It wasn't wrong of her to acknowledge that she moved faster than a good portion of the students, considering her stamina and speed in themselves were disproportionately superior to her strength. But she wasn't the strongest- and keeping the bar of rectifying that was going to drive her to keep herself in check. --- Dust Apps Yun quickly (and quietly) slammed her notebook shut when the professor started her lecture, a small smile on her face while leaving no traces of recognition to her doodles. For the most part, Yun paid attention to her professor's words, though she would've laughed a bit at something she noticed during the lecture had it not been for the fact that she was in class. Her proper attention returned when the professor explained how the ice and fire Dust mixture worked exactly. There seemed to be plenty of other people interested in volunteering, and she felt like watching would help her. She wasn't too acquainted with Dust use yet, after all. Still, it didn't hurt to raise her hand, so she did just that. --- Hana Dulcet Senior Aura Control Hana glared at Taidan for a brief moment, almost commenting on the nickname he gave the freshmen, but she barely succeeded in holding back. No, exploding for trivial reasons was unbefitting for a leader. She needed to keep her cool and understand her teammates a little better. Perhaps there was a very good reason as to why they were the way they were. Perhaps they had to do what they had to do, otherwise they wouldn't do what they normally do. Right? Right! The pencil in Hana's hand scrunched up as she took a short breath, her smile faker than the statement, "no lawyer went to Hell." She was only holding back because he was her team mate. Yes. And also his face was at the opposite end of "punchable." Hmph! --- Hana listened to the professor attentively. Professor Iderson seemed to fully understand that scribbling on a paper about Aura was less likely to save someone than actually understanding it. Hana didn't have any doubts about that, and in fact, was rather hopeful to get some good things out of the class. Considering she had to get close and personal to push her potential to its furthest without burning out her Aura, Aura Control was by far one of the most important concepts she had to take advantage of. She softly shook her head as the professor asked if anyone had questions, though her eyes did glaze around the classroom- mostly at her teammates in particular. She still kept most of her attention on the professor.</s> <\|message\|>Selena Cecilia Selena turned her head towards a familiar blond boy. He was the guy who shot her down during the rugby game last time. she didn't hold any grudge of course; it was a good play and it made Selena figure out she needed to step up her game. For some reason the guy was really formal. She guessed that he must've had a military family or something, they're usually like this. She just chuckled and raised her hand up towards him. "No need to be so stiff man. Selena's fine. So you must be part of my team huh? I'll admit I don't quite remember who I was with, so it's nice to meet ya." She also waved at the faunas girl, Iona. Selena gave her a friendly smile and extended her hand. "So you're part of my team too? Cool, cool. Hope we work well together." And finally, some kid who was doing weird stretches came over and said yo. Selena actually chuckled and nodded towards him. "Yo. Feel limber?" @Nevix@Driving Park</s> <\|message\|>Iona Murasaki Iona Iona had not tried to interact with anyone when she was deposited at Practice, instead hoping to look around and try to gather any information on what she might be dealing with. She deduced that before her was an obstacle course of some sort, and- Before she could get any further, she suddenly found herself being forced to interact with people. First a serious-looking woman who turned out to be the Practice professor greeted her and the other apparently new guy. Of course on Iona's first day, the professor didn't have time to explain anything and a TA or something was teaching. "Good..." Iona said sarcastically to herself. Ah well, at least she had some time to- "Pardon me, teammates Selena Cecilia and Iona Murasaki." Iona blinked. As Blaine introduced himself in a very...rigid way, Iona blinked a few more times as she looked at him quizzically with her head titled to one side. She struggled with constructing words to say after the display. "Um, hi...it's a pleasure to meet...you?" Her words trailed off as she gradually turned the statement into a question. Before she had a chance to abandon sentences anymore the white-haired girl standing next to her took control of the conversation in a much more professional way than Iona had before addressing Iona. "So you're part of my team too? Cool, cool. Hope we work well together." "I guess I am," Iona responded, continuing with a little grin, "I look forward to finding out." So that was three out of the presumable four-person team, which was apparently called "Obelisk". That's an odd name, she thought to herself. More importantly though, where was the fourth t- "Yo." Oh. He, like the white-haired girl, seemed pretty normal, so Iona responded in kind. "'Sup." @Nevix@Norschtalen</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid Dust Apps Taking Notes Gren had to admit, once things were explained a bit more, his interest was piqued. Even for someone like Gren, dust was too volatile for him to work into anything beyond bullets and grenades. His experiments with a dust powered Jet Pack being an obvious indicator of his expertise when it came to handling those materials. As the professor continued, he took a brief moment to look at his own hands. Being a little over 90% cybernetic, he wondered how his body would react to Dust being infused into his synthetic flesh. He wondered because he knew that since he had this body, his own Semblance has, in a way, weakened. It's range and versatility had been limited to an area around him and a considerably smaller one than when he was entirely flesh and blood. This concerned him since if it's his will that can activate the Dust, and his own will is questionably present as it is, could he actually manipulate Dust as the teacher expected? "Well, no reason to think it wouldn't. Semblance and dust are two different things. Besides, I'm slowly regaining my ability with my Semblance too. Bit by bit." Soon Tearlag asked for volunteers. While many hands went up, Gren's hand stayed down. He wasn't too certain how he might change the normal variables of Dust due to his body, not to mention he has no idea what the teacher planned for. It could be embarrassing. Instead he blinked a few times to activate a video recording through his head so he can review the lessons later. And if it just so happens that he records something funny, even better.</s>
<\|description\|>Gren Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Boar Faunas Equipment: Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects. In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes. Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed. Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility. Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds. Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes. Semblance: Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent. He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels. Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved. Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day. Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro @Abillioncats@Silvan Haven Vega Venetia Something soft and made of fabric bumped into Silver's side. "Do you want this pillow?" asked Vega Venetia, settling down into the next seat over and addressing him for the first time since his joining. "You seem to be very tired. I cannot have a team member fall asleep in a mission, you need a comfortable snooze." Held in her outstretched arm was the Pillow. Gratia Mindaro Was present and accounted for.</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Felicia @Slime@Silvan Haven Civil War Once everyone was on board and safely seated, the airship took off, heading towards Gallia, Mistral. Andrew didn't say anything for a while as he focused on taking off and making sure all systems were functioning correctly. It wouldn't do much good if they crashed halfway there. Once they were flying towards their destination Andrew spoke up. "I'm not gonna sugar coat it...this mission isn't going to be pretty. Though I suppose you oughta get used to that sooner than later. A huntsman's job rarely is." The airship made a sudden turn to the left as Andrew course corrected. "As you probably know, Gallia is a seaport off the coast of Mistral, the coast is on the east side while it's northern and western borders end at with the Gnarled Forest, to the south are the mountains. Basically what I'm getting at is they are isolated, the only real way to get there is by air or sea. Traveling through the mountains is just about impossible, and the Gnarled Forest is not somewhere you ever want to find yourself unless you're with someone who is all too familiar with it, like myself. My village is in fact within the Gnarled Forest, just north of Gallia. It's where I raised my daughter, Emerald." He paused, seemingly in thought. "Oh right! I almost forgot to mention, the basket back there has some donuts and cookies my wife baked, feel free to eat what you want." He cleared his throat. "Back on topic though, Gallia is normally a rather quiet town. It seems that civil unrest has been growing more and more for the past few months. It wasn't until recently that Mayor Gideon Blue contacted me, requesting aid in dealing with the situation. Now I can't say I know the man well, I've only dealt with him directly a couple times myself, but that man is very self-reliant and ruthless, the fact that he actually asked for help at all concerns me quite a bit." Andrew looked back from the cockpit to the hunters and huntresses in training. "So you guys with me so far? Any questions? Need some milk with those cookies?"</s> <\|message\|>Sand Vespa Sand kept the discomfort from her face as the inspector praised her and went on to describe their expected duties. It was not that she found their roles dissatisfactory. Rather, the grandiloquence with which Thoúlē Aristeas addressed them seemed to have taken a small jump from the refined to the courtly, and it was enough to leave the Huntress feeling out of balance. It was more than enough to cement the suspicions she had formed at the mention of her name that the woman had been born with a silver-spoon in her mouth. It would have been one thing if they had simply met on the streets, but she could only hope Thoúlē Aristeas's eccentricities did not get in the way of their work. Once the explanation reached its conclusion, she nodded and glanced to her sides, leaving the others to say their part. Seeing as the shuttle had already taken flight—the smoothness of the take-off had barely been felt by those standing inside, a credit to Atlesian engineering—she suspected the inspector wished to hurry things along, so she resolved to leave any further questions for later. That said, being students, it was only to be expected if the others wanted to speak to the woman in front of them before they lost their chance. Her studies and credentials, or rather, how she had come to be in this shuttle as an inspector for international security, were things Sand was still curious about. Almost as if summoned by her earlier thoughts on eccentricities, however, it was Robert who spoke up, bringing up the matter of the organization's acronym. He would be the one to point it out, she thought to herself. It was a valid question, if rather pointless. Perhaps he would have received an answer in turn, had he not proceeded to ardently play out the scene in which 'ICE CreAM' was chosen in disparaging tones, which in turn changed the context of the question from, "Why would you choose to name this organization after a dessert?" to "I thought we were getting ice cream. Where is my ice cream?" To which the response was studied ignorance. For which we should feel lucky. We shouldn't be getting berated by an officer before the mission's even started. After a pregnant pause, Sand shifted in place and coughed lightly into her wrist, drawing attention back to herself. "It seems that is all, ma'am." With her other hand, she gave Robert a sympathetic squeeze on the shoulder. Or a message not to press on with the question for the time being, depending on one's perspective. "We'll be on standby until we have landed, or Grimm are sighted." Who@Awesomoman64@Abillioncats@Crimmy</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Combat Retcon , @Crimson Raven, @SevenStormStyle Cian knew things were moving quickly perhaps a bit too quickly. Though there was little she could do but go along with it the reorganization of teams was confusing and she could only hope that she got well with her new team. She cared little about who was in charge as long as they were a good leader she didn't want someone whose brilliant strategy was to gang up on an enemy and hit it till it dies. No, she did not want that at all. One thing she knew was that whoever her teammates were would be put to the test. With little knowledge on her teammates as they stepped out of the airship and no time to really exchange information it really was a trial by fire at this point. Though she supposed that in the end as long as they completed the mission and got back in one piece kink and mistakes in teamwork can be ironed out. Beacon, of course, did provide some information but things like that weren't enough to tell behavior on the field. Dangerous yes but it was a good teacher in the field they would learn to survive and grow and if they failed well it lead to injury and possibly death neither was which anyone wanted to experience she was pretty sure. As she walked out Cian fingered Ichaival its been upgraded and reinforced so she hoped that in the end, it would prove enough. Yes with this she would prove her worth nothing would stop her she was sure either way it was going to be interesting. Holding the case at the ready Cian was ready for whatever may be thrown at her come hell or high water she would survive and so would the new team she would make sure of it.</s>	<\|message\|>Gren Orchid Secret White Fang Base Finding Trouble While everyone else was out doing missions, Gren went to investigate a personal matter. Without a team, Gren was his own leader. And while he's certain that Beacon expects him to do things for them, hence the missions, these too were important to Beacon's wellbeing. They just weren't on the books. He packed up his great, loaded up on ammo and armor, and left the safety of the city to go investigate a ruined town a couple miles away. Like many towns, this was supposed to be a new settlement, a new opportunity for people to make a new life and a better future for themselves. And like many towns, it ultimately ended up in disaster. Bandits quickly moved in and started subjecting the townsfolk. They tried to fight back. They lost. And of course that entire conflict made this place ripe for grimm to come in and clean up the mess left behind. The bandits stole everything they could carry, leaving behind bad memories and dead bodies. Nowadays however, this same nameless town had a different pest infection; White Fang. After clearing out the Grimm, a group of White Fang operatives set up a camp here for the purpose of resupply, recovery, and reconnaissance. But like with many things Gren has his thumbs in, there was more to it than that. Because the original purpose of the town was to be a medical facility; there were plants and minerals nearby that could potentially help treat various diseases and illnesses, so this place was once quite capable of performing various operations and tests. Of course this also meant this town had loads of drugs, which was what the bandits were after and what they took once they razed the town. However not all was lost, and with some time and effort, the White Fang were able to get the labs working so they could continue their research. Not that the White Fang did a lot of their own research, but that's why Gren sent Pop's here. That old bear from way back when, trying to turn faunas back into people. Even now Gren wondered if it was really such a bad idea; he himself can't really say that he's still a faunas when he's over 90% machine. Really, the only reason he had to take the guy in was because his former team leader made the wonderful decision to pick a fight with him by herself. And Gren wasn't the type to let such an opportunity go to waste. So of course this couldn't just be a simple check up. Oh no. The Camp was being attacked by other White Fang. Gren had worried about this before; their splinter faction had likely been discovered. It was hard to tell who was one whose side as Gren approached hearing the gunfire and fighting. But if he had to guess, the one defending the camp were his allies and the ones attacking the camp were his enemies. So Gren got his gun out and activated his semblance as well as his thrusters, and rushed into battle. Using his Friction to allow him to slide across the ground using the thrusters to propel him, Gren quickly found himself in the center of a White Fang firing squad. In the brief moment of confusion, Gren rechanneled his semblance through the bodies of the White Fang around him, specifically to their weapons. When they turned to shoot him they could only get one shot off before their own guns flew out of their hands due to the sheer recoil of the bullets, and Gren's semblance making sure they had no grip on their guns. Gren of course had no problem using his weapon and so he proceeded to open fire, literally, and dousing the White Fang near him in napalm from his flame thrower. "I better figure out what's going on here."</s>
<\|description\|>Rakim Ali Age:16 Gender:Male Race:Human Weapon: Two long ass chains of around twenty meter that he can wrap up with various dynamites. There are three types of them, one that explodes at his will that can be used actively in combat but has the smallest explosion of all of them, only strong enough to cause first degree burns. The second one has the longest range and medium damage, capable of causing second degree burns. He can't use it as easily in combat because of the long range will cause him to get hit too. The last one does the most damage and has a medium range but can only activate once someone gets in close proximity of it, like three inches away. It also activates on himself and allies after he has set it. He uses the two chains to set them up. Specialty: (Fighting style, or the sort of role you fit into in combat) He uses chains combined with his dynamites to set multiple traps around the environment and uses aggressive pressuring close range fighting to set opponents up and get them into his traps. His style is like a chess game that tries to interrupt his opponent or force them in the most uncomfortable positions so that he can do his things unharmed. For example attacking when his opponent is in the middle of making a step or blowing their weapons out of their hands. In close range he doesn't have a weapon but uses his semblance to make his movements more powerful. Semblance: His semblance is really simple yet incredibly versatile. It makes things stronger. That's it, it can range from making an ally stronger to making his own movement stronger or making an item stronger. He can even use it to make his explosions stronger. Though he can't heal with it, it's literally just making something stronger. Either a movement, a person or an item. Simply because of its versatility he can't make it as strong as someone that has the same but more limited (Like making a punch strong or something) but he can charge for more power. Personality: His personality is simple, dedicated. For some reason he wants to be the strongest and he can often be found working hard. Either mentally, meditation, devising tactics or reading books about weapons. Or physically, he is a mildly talented martial artist and often works on how he physically operates. Thus his whole life revolves around how to get stronger. If he isn't doing something that makes him stronger, he is thinking of ways to get stronger. He literally has no reason for wanting this. He just happens to like fighting and think it's cool and that's literally the only motivation that he has for all of this. There is nothing noble about it, he literally just wants to be strong and that's why he's at Beacon. In casual times he is often a joker and teases a lot. Easing everyone around him with jokes, often about the opposition and how they're going to slay them. He has strong feelings for the ones close to him but can be a dick if they aren't. Helping them whenever they need help, praising them despite this he will still tease them often. Just in a joking way instead of a trash talking mean way. He'll often get incredibly jealous when someone is said to be stronger than him, or the strongest of something he is involved in. Making that person his target and downtalking them every chance he has to lure them in a fight and win because of the mistakes they make by being hot-headed. Feeling forced to do that always betrays his low self-esteem. Perhaps the reason he wants to be the strongest is because he feels inferior. In battle, or even before that he is a trash talker in the worst way. He takes psychological warfare to a whole other level and will go downright too far in intimidating his opponents or telling them why they're going to lose. He has always been able to back it up but everyone around him always says that one day that mouth is going to put him in danger. Color:Rust Emblem: A rust crown that symbolizes being the strongest. Appearance: A black male with black hair and black eyes with an arrogant smirk on his face. He usually wears Hip-Hop type of clothing.</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery The Alarm went off and Priscilla immediately woke up. 'RING RING RING' the alarm continued to ring, she stood up seeing the others sleeping but Robert got up. Priscilla quickly ran to the bathroom and stayed there for about an hour, she was taking a shower, doing her hair, girl stuff nothing weird. Priscilla got out of the bathroom, and grabbed her clothes going back to the bathroom and getting dressed there. Being the only girl she had to actually hide herself somewhere to put on her clothes because she was not going to do that in front of boys! A few minutes later, she finished walked to the mirror grabbing her lipstick putting it on and brushing her hair. "Done!" and with that Priscilla was the third one to leave her teams room. First Daniel, Robert and then Priscilla. "Wake up, Grey! I will see you in class. she told Greyson and walked to the classroom where the others were. She stood there, now listening to her name and some other girl's name... "Rayna Bryson vs. Priscilla Montgomery!" What? A fight between some girl that she doesn't know? This will be interesting. Priscilla got a little nervous because she haven't actually fought an actual person before, so this was going to be a little intense. But she never backed down on a fight, so she will give it her best!</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Dorm Sapphire slept fitfully that night, the rain pounding on the windows making its way into her dreams. This was not an uncommon occurrence with Sapphire, she rarely got a truly good rest with a clean mind clear of all imaginings. Usually she was plagued with nightmares. "Cecily, take Demetra, go hide in Mom's study." A much younger Sapphire said handing there baby sister over to Cecily. "Saph, you don't have to do this. We can stay out of sight till he sobers up." Cecily said looking worried. "He'll take it out on me during tomorrow's training if he doesn't find us. And if he does... For a moment Sapphire looked distant, like she was considering her options. "Better I take it now than we all get it later." Sapphire said somberly. "SAPPHIRE!" Sapphire glanced at the upper floors nervously. "He'll cool down eventually." She shrugged and attempted a smile. "Who knows, maybe he'll buy me something pretty this time. The smile didn't quite meet Sapphire's eyes and both the sisters knew it. "I'm sorry." There was real pain in Cecily's eyes, pain that she couldn't take this responsibility away from Sapphire but both of them knew she wasn't strong enough. She didn't have Sapphire's spirit. "So am I." Sapphire whispered before she turned from her sisters and darted up the stairs. As she got closer to the door to her father's study she moved slower and slower. When she arrived at the door she tentatively raised a hand to knock. Sapphire sat bolt upright in bed, for a moment she didn't know where she was and on gut tossed the covers aside and pushed her back against the wall to cover her blind spot. In another moment she came back to her senses, she was at Beacon Academy, she had passed the initiation test, today was the first day of classes. Sapphire hopped out of bed, being careful not to put too much weight on her twisted ankle. She was glad the rest of the team was still asleep. She didn't really care to explain her violent awakening to anyone. It was early, about six in the morning. Sapphire had a habit of waking early even if she desperately wished to sleep in. She decided that she should take a shower before classes. She walked into the bathroom and stripped off her gear which she had slept in. She turned the water to a hot setting that was just above comfortable, and proceeded to wash. When she was finished Sapphire used a comb to brush her hair into an orderly manner before brushing a curtain of it over her right eye. She could see well enough threw it but she liked the way it looked. Sapphire wrapped herself in a towel and left the bathroom, dragging her cloths with her. She had nearly identical replacements to all of them in her bag aside of course from her jacket and her bandanna. She was about half-way through changing when Gren walked in. She jumped back to conceal herself and was about to say something about entering unannounced except she realized first that Gren was holding a towering plate of pancakes and his eyes moved over the space she occupied as though she was not there. Gren set the pancakes down on a table in the room and went to the bathroom, moments later she heard the sound of water filling a tub. She'd neglected to disable her semblance last night, it must have been active this entire time and unless she cried out in her sleep none of her teammates would have been aware that she'd even slept in the room that night. No wonder she'd slept so fitfully. Her sleep was always disturbed when her semblance was on. Sapphire finished dressing herself only putting on one of her combat boots, her ankle was still complaining and unless it became necessary there was no reason for her to aggravate it further. She took one of the plates and loaded it down with pancakes. She preferred syrup for things like waffles and french toast so rather than pour the sticky substance on her breakfast she instead slathered them with butter and ate them by hand like one would toast. They were delicious, though given that Gren had baked that cake last night she should have expected nothing less. After she finished her breakfast Sapphire washed her hands of butter and continued to read the book she had picked out last night. It was a fairly juvenile tale about an impoverished slave's flight from his master to a land without slavery. Somewhere in the middle he was discovered to be a lost prince from another land, predictably it ended happily ever after. The story itself was cliche with a fairy tale like quality but Sapphire surprisingly enough enjoyed it immensely, it was a tale of hope, something the azure haired girl had never had a lot of. At 7 O'Clock the alarms rang waking everyone for breakfast. Sapphire having already eaten continued to read. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Shiro rise and eat. He stopped right before eating and sniffed the air. She smiled while her scent was no doubt lingering in the air her semblance would prevent it from being strong enough for him to identify her position or even that there was another entity in the room. So long as she stay inconspicuous and did nothing to draw attention. Shiro finished his breakfast and left the room, soon after Abel sleepily got up, he also had a shower, ate and exited the room. Sapphire continued to read until a notice came in on her scroll reporting that her first class of the day was Combat Training and it was mandatory for all first years. Sapphire smiled, if she was lucky this Glynda Goodwitch could teach her a thing or too. Sapphire deactivated her semblance, it was best she not reveal it to everyone and there weren't really any advantages to walking into class unnoticed. When Sapphire got there she took a seat right at the back so she could view everyone else. She counted a little less than twenty five students. These must be all the first year Beacon students. They would be the ones fighting alongside Sapphire for the rest of her time at Beacon. Though in this case she thought as she listened to Mrs. Goodwitch's speech, they would be fighting against her. Her opponent was Oswald Connolly. Sapphire cursed herself for not paying attention when Ozpin did role call before the Forest Exam. She wouldn't know her opponent till they had taken there places in the stadium. Knowing she was to perform in the first round Sapphire pulled on and tied her other combat boot. It put pressure on her foot in places that were not comfortable but she could bear. She jumped down into the stadium after the teacher and her aid. The fall put far more shock force pressure on her ankle than Sapphire was expecting. It began to throb painfully but Sapphire had had worse, the ankle she could deal with, her rib on the other hand might prove to be a problem when she had to engage this Oswald in combat.</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson woke up a few minutes after the alarm rang out but he just looked up at the ceiling for a while waiting to fully wake up, unfortunately Greyson wasn't a morning person and as such it took him a while to get up and get going to his usual self. However when Pricilla told him to get up Greyson groaned softly before finally getting off the bed and doing his morning routine of brushing his teeth and changing into his cloths from yesterday making sure to keep his green cloak but he kept it open and looked more or less ragged with a nasty bedhead. Greyson followed the others into class sitting down getting ready to get more sleep in class until the teacher said that they would be fighting today. That made Greyson grin wondering who he was going to be facing off against and it turned out to be some guy named victor. Greyson had no idea who it was so he decided to take his nap and wait for his turn no doubt he would be called on when it was his turn to fight. So Greyson was going to make sure he listened and wait till Pricilla was going to fight so Greyson could cheer her on...</s>	<\|message\|>Rakim Ali Satisfactory? Denial just because of pride isn't going to help this team understand your maps. Is this how she fixed problems when suggested to her? "Fix your art skills. I wouldn't raise that problem if they were 'satisfactory'", he didn't mean to be mean but he was getting annoyed that she just denied him pointing out that her art skills weren't up to par and that the team might have trouble understanding it. "Though you're a good leader. I love how you listen to your members suggestions. Nice job." Last time he saw some guy storm off because this hot chick was chosen leader instead, while he felt that he should have been. Was there a sexism problem on this school? For god's sake. He made sure that he was fully equipped in dynamite before he actually left to jog. After the jog he tried to still find team Catastrophe yet was never able to find them. Mostly because of.... Yeah, her art skills really weren't satisfactory. He was happy she did respond positively to his suggestion of finding out their abilities. He asked her to hit him up when she did because he wanted to help. His whole style revolved around strategy and tactics, he was sure he could contribute in a way. Besides, he was only fifty percent sure if she was a good leader because his experience with her had been half positive and half negative. He found out that it was now around the time they should go to class. So that's what he did. He made sure not to reveal his weapons yet, hiding them in his pockets while walking relaxed with both of his hands in there. When he heard the news about sparring sessions, his frown instantly turned into a giant smile. He looked at his team. "Even though we're hurt. Team JRVR is still going to kick ass. We're going to win all the matches with no added injuries. It's ok though, for pride we can say to our opponent's friends that Team Catastrophe's actions were their doing", he said smiling to the team. Trying to get them fired up and confident.</s>
<\|description\|>Oswald Connoly Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Trepination Blade Not only will this sword ruin your day with its impossibly sharp edges or if you're-gods forbid-stabbed by it, it can focus and fire a steady beam of energy through its length and out its tip when powered with Dust. The scabbard for the sword is a bright red, and tapers with the blade. It has since been upgraded to include the ability to mecha-shift into a katar. Shield Specialty: Up Close and Personal. Oswald's semblance is obviously most useful for this style of combat, as it prevents enemies that excel at range from getting to a viable range from him, so long as he can get within fifty feet of them. As he wields a sword and shield, Oswald is capable of both a bruiser role and a tank role. So long as he's in his opponent's face, he's comfortable fighting in whatever manner is appropriate for the situation. When he attacks, Oswald is ruthless, leaving no openings, and even using his shield as a weapon at times to keep himself from giving his enemy an opportunity to attack. On the defensive, he becomes a fortress, blocking with both sword and shield, refusing to give up any ground. Semblance: Closer- Oswald can instantly close the distance between himself and another living creature (Grimm or no) within fifty feet of him, moving from wherever he is to about four feet from his target. Personality: "Speak Softly and Carry a Big Stick." Oswald is a friendly enough guy when he's with friends or allies, and he tries to keep the peace whenever fights break out. He tries to be the first on the scene, and acts as an enforcer to make sure things don't get crazy. If a fight does happen to break out, he'll try to bring it to an end before anybody gets seriously hurt. He strongly favors the diplomatic option when available. If someone makes it clear that that option isn't available, though...well, he breaks out the big stick. Color: Onyx Emblem: A heavily damaged dark stone tower, with a small white figure standing proudly atop it. Emblem Appearance: Oswald stands at about 5'10" tall, weighs in at a mean 220 pounds, and sports a pair of dull brown eyes topped by a short head of dark black hair. He typically wears a heavy red cloak with onyx pauldrons over a pair of black pants and a white collared shirt. Under his cloak, he has a pair of onyx steel gauntlets, a dark red canvas brigandine and wears a pair of dark black greaves under his pants. He's rather light-skinned, and his face has a small scar under his nose that goes through his lip diagonally. As for shoes, he always wears a pair of black work boots. Oswald</s> <\|message\|>Jayden "Jay" Xiang-Delacroix "Never let anyone tell you that your ears look silly," a lady, dressed in a perfect, white sundress, bent low to speak to the boy, all bruised and beaten. A small, soft smiled graced her porcelain features and a hand, fingers like laced silk to the touch, brushed the dirt from the bunny faunus' face. He sniffled, gaze turned downward. Mumbling, his eyes never left the torn and frayed shoes he wore, "They didn't say they were silly; it was other stuff. They called them meaner things." "Hmm, Jayden, look at me," her eyes lit up as she spoke, though her lips tugged into a sullen frown. Two dainty fingers tapped at Jayden's chin, lifting them so his blue could match her grey, "No matter what anyone says, these," she tugged at an ear, drawing a giggle from Jayden that she matched with her own, fond one, "are unique—they're yours, and they're your best feature. No one can take that away from you. And no one else can have ears like these." Like the moon, brilliant and resounding in the night sky; a hanging lantern given for those dark and dank nights; a roadside companion and stalwart friend; something to be missed dearly in its absence. Eyes shut tight, the stinging a dull throb in the back of his mind, Jayden tuned out the chatter and the talk. This was a special occasion, but he was no longer there to partake in it. He wasn't quite fond of early celebration, but he did suppose they got through it without much difficulty, or rather injury to show for said difficulty they faced. Perhaps that was enough for the praise they received, and the minor scorn woven within. Jayden himself supported the brunt of the injuries, having decided to act as stand-in tank due to their already hefty disadvantage. A broken rib from an almost dodged impact was the worst of it, the rest a mere black eye, a minor concussion, and various burns along his limbs. He didn't count the multitude of cuts and bruises that marred his body; those didn't hurt quite enough to garner his attention. Recounting what had happened, that bird like fellow hadn't a clue as to what his semblance did, and got far to close in light of his own. A calculated mistake on his part, an opening for Jayden to take advantage of. He could have done more though, perhaps. Possibly. Or at least mitigated the amount of damage his team had taken that fight. There were far too many maybes to fuss over. At the announcement of their team leader, Jayden turned along with the others to acknowledge Rayna's new found authority. Giving the girl a nod, his eyes peeled away to wander into the sea of students. Unfortunately, doing so tuned their captain's speech out, as well as Victor's quip and further words. He'd only caught the, "..you all look like crap..." part, in which Jayden sighed and threw a steely glare her way. A part of him wanted desperately to remind her just how much of the hits he took, for them in particular—they all knew he wasn't built for that, or he hoped so. But, Jayden kept his tongue on a short leash, reminding himself that they had gotten out of it fairly unscathed for how brutal the task was. A broken rib was perhaps the worst injury they accumulated. For Jayden, well, suffice to say, he'd been through and seen a fair amount worse. "Dirty rodent, it should've been you—" A small gasp at the sudden contact broke Jayden's reverie short, eyes trained downward to watch Rayna make a show of moving him. Clearing his throat to tide the sudden impulse to reel back from her touch, Jayden obliged as he turned heel and marched his way down the exit. He hadn't the heart to tell her that she'd been pressing into the broken rib the medics had keenly bandaged post-exam. The pain wasn't much, but it throbbed a few times worse and brought a perpetual wince to Jayden's features. At least slumber was mere footsteps away. ::Hours Later:: Dreamless sleep fueled by utter exhaustion could not have come at a better time. Of course, knowing Jayden's luck, peaceful slumber broke way to the shrill of Rayna's whistle and Jayden's response was immediate in his jolt awake. The suddenness of it flared his self-defense mechanism, flinging his own covers off by the sheer will of his semblance. More rather, they floated off at the near upheaval of gravity. The items with the least amount of mass in the room immediately shifted upwards, in a slow climb toward the ceiling, though most didn't make it past an inch from their original spot the moment Jayden regained his senses. Feeling obliged to obey Rayna's orders, Jayden quickly slid out of bed, rummaging through his still unpacked things to grab a spare shirt and gym shorts, the shorts of which he was quick to slip into. Arching a brow at their leader's planned schedule, he merely huffed his response, "I think it unwise to make further enemies with our peers, regardless of previous happenstance." He grimaced, feeling the sting of his rib as he tugged one shirt off for the other. Still listening, Jayden fell to his bedside, slipping on his socks and shoes in that instance before returning to his standing position. Facing Rayna, Jayden crossed his arms over his chest, carefully, as to not upset the still healing wound. "Bacon is a delicacy that I'm not exempt from," he said, tossing a side-glance to his other teammates, "Just because rabbits are vegetarians doesn't mean I am one." Jayden chose that moment to survey the map, archive it into his memory, and burst into a steady jog into the hallway. He tossed a look over his shoulder, feeling fairly bolder than he was usually want to be. It came as a surprise to him, but friendships forged in combat seemed always meant produce strong bonds and he'd fallen under the thought that staying aloof, as he wished to be, put the dynamic of the team at a further disadvantage. Making friendly seemed the better option. He was content, however, to keep these words the last he spoke that day, "Assumptions are the key ingredients to an Ass and his ass. Asses."</s> <\|message\|>Rakim Ali Rakim had gotten the worst end of the stick by far. Most of the team got off mildly, with one major injury but Rakim ran his mouth in battle like he usually did and got his ass stomped hard. He wasn't dead or forced in a hospital but he sure as hell got off the worst of the team. That wasn't a good thing, he didn't have the endurance of a tank. He was slightly irritated that everyone had gotten compliments while they got an apology for getting their ass beaten. Like hell he was just going to let team whatever get away with that. The next time they'd fight he would give them an ass whooping for sure. He wasn't surprised when the young lady of the team had gotten the responsibility of being a leader. She was good at whatever she did, her improvisation of tactics was commendable and she seemed experienced. Of course she wasn't fucking with Rakim though, he just was too busy getting the shit beaten out of him and talking trash to do his usual strategic routine and impress everyone. He wasn't mad, it was just a title anyway. As long as he could kick ass, specifically team 'catastrophe', he was happy. "Talk about your greatness? Oh Iwill talk about your greatness alright." She woke them up early, wearing sports gear so Rakim already predicted what was going to come. He honestly wasn't interested in doing physical exercise at his current state but he had to if he wanted to get stronger. "You know, I'm actually down for throwing stuff their window. I have a few dynamites that could do the trick.", Rakim smirked. Did they think they were tough? They might be but a little bit of training here and Rakim would surpass them. He was himself after all. "Also, learn how to draw. You can have the greatest plan of all time but we wouldn't know if it looks like you tried to draw a purple tiger." He did some dynamic stretching before taking the jog, making sure to adjust to the pace of the leader to talk to her. "So, the first order of business should be finding out our members capabilities. I wasn't able to show everything I have and my style of fighting heavily needs good teamwork.", not because it wouldn't be as effective himself. Mainly because he might trap another member with his dynamites. "From there on we can formulate tactics from the synergy we have in our abilities. You can also adjust our training to that, since", referring to the random morning run. "To maximize our growth." Rakim was serious about wanting to prank team 'catastrophe' He even showered the dynamites he was going to use in the trash while jogging so that what would explode in their room was trash. The place where they'd have to sleep and live would smell like trash. They'd probable feel comfortable there, in a room full of what they are. So practically playboy model over there couldn't complain that they were making enemies, they were actually doing them a favor. He didn't bother remembering the map. Just following Jayden and Rayna because apparently they knew the route.</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Standing on the podium, his wrist confined to an extremely uncomfortable cast, Oswald looked out at the other students with a feeling of pride. He was officially a Huntsman-in-training now. The test had been a hell of a fight, but they'd managed to take down one of the more durable Riesen-class Grimm, a feat not many rookies could claim. Datura were hulking monstrosities that took more firepower than the average Huntsman could manage, but that Marcus with his tank was more than enough on his own. As long as nothing got close, which that girl...Diamond, was it?...had managed. Oswald and the other guy, Aurellius, did some damage on their own, but Marcus was responsible for most of the pain. To the Grimm, at least. Oswald's shattered wrist throbbed again, reminding him that he didn't get out of this in top condition. Despite their ridiculous size, it turned out that Datura were more than capable of some pretty quick movement. At least, individual parts were. Still, a fucking tree trunk? He was lucky it was his shield arm that got the hit, because that probably would have taken half his arm with it otherwise. Overall, the team wasn't too bad. The douchebag with the giant lance was definitely capable of dishing out damage in just about any situation, the girl who came off as a total bitch did a damn good job of fighting, and well....the other guy had a tank. Nothing further needed to be said. Oswald knew that he himself could hold his own, having done enough of that back home. Growing up outside the kingdoms was a lot of work, and the day he knew he was made to fight Grimm, he was training as hard as he ever had before. It had been a long five years, but not every kid from these teams could call themselves a true hunter like Oswald was: born for nothing more than to live and die for the cause of killing Grimm. He didn't know the others' motivations, but his was simple: protect those who are not meant to protect themselves. It was what he'd been chosen to do, and had been a matter of course for as long as he cared to remember. When Diamond asked 'what now?' Oswald gave a shrug. "My guess would be to find where we'll be staying while we're here."</s>
<\|description\|>Oswald Connoly Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Trepination Blade Not only will this sword ruin your day with its impossibly sharp edges or if you're-gods forbid-stabbed by it, it can focus and fire a steady beam of energy through its length and out its tip when powered with Dust. The scabbard for the sword is a bright red, and tapers with the blade. It has since been upgraded to include the ability to mecha-shift into a katar. Shield Specialty: Up Close and Personal. Oswald's semblance is obviously most useful for this style of combat, as it prevents enemies that excel at range from getting to a viable range from him, so long as he can get within fifty feet of them. As he wields a sword and shield, Oswald is capable of both a bruiser role and a tank role. So long as he's in his opponent's face, he's comfortable fighting in whatever manner is appropriate for the situation. When he attacks, Oswald is ruthless, leaving no openings, and even using his shield as a weapon at times to keep himself from giving his enemy an opportunity to attack. On the defensive, he becomes a fortress, blocking with both sword and shield, refusing to give up any ground. Semblance: Closer- Oswald can instantly close the distance between himself and another living creature (Grimm or no) within fifty feet of him, moving from wherever he is to about four feet from his target. Personality: "Speak Softly and Carry a Big Stick." Oswald is a friendly enough guy when he's with friends or allies, and he tries to keep the peace whenever fights break out. He tries to be the first on the scene, and acts as an enforcer to make sure things don't get crazy. If a fight does happen to break out, he'll try to bring it to an end before anybody gets seriously hurt. He strongly favors the diplomatic option when available. If someone makes it clear that that option isn't available, though...well, he breaks out the big stick. Color: Onyx Emblem: A heavily damaged dark stone tower, with a small white figure standing proudly atop it. Emblem Appearance: Oswald stands at about 5'10" tall, weighs in at a mean 220 pounds, and sports a pair of dull brown eyes topped by a short head of dark black hair. He typically wears a heavy red cloak with onyx pauldrons over a pair of black pants and a white collared shirt. Under his cloak, he has a pair of onyx steel gauntlets, a dark red canvas brigandine and wears a pair of dark black greaves under his pants. He's rather light-skinned, and his face has a small scar under his nose that goes through his lip diagonally. As for shoes, he always wears a pair of black work boots. Oswald</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson After Greyson and Daniel had said they didn't feel like exploring, Robert got distracted by a small string on the back of his hoodie. In order to grab it he had to turn his waist, but this only got it farther from his reach. So now he was spinning around in a circle trying to grab the loose string. He almost resembled a dog chasing it's tail. If anybody was listening to what Priscilla was saying, which Robert had unfortunately missed as he was too busy with the string, they probably would have been holding back laughter at the irony of the situation. He finally decided that that wasn't working and tried grabbing around the string, hoping to pull it closer so he could get it that way. It was then that he accidently activated one of his bracers and the blade cut a large hole in the hoodie. Since the hoodie was already caked with mud and dirt and already had multiple holes all from the team's test though, Robert didn't really care at this point. At this point, he decided to leave the string since the only way he'd get it now was by taking it off and he didn't feel like doing that at the moment. "Well, if you guys aren't coming then let's go, Priscilla," he said. He waited for Priscilla to finish getting ready and tried his best to ignore the conversation she was having with the guys, deciding that if he was supposed to hear it that she would have included him. He knew they were probably talking about him and since everyone was mostly buddy-buddy with each other it didn't matter what they said. When Priscilla and him finally left the room, Robert said, "I hope the lines aren't too long for food. Food would be nice. Food is good." He was silent for a few moments then asked, "What do you think they'll have to eat?"</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery As she finished putting on her lipstick, she turned back to the boys, seeing Daniel heading to bed and Greyson not wanting to come and then there was Robert... the one playing with a string, acting like she didn't notice but she did. Cute. He was like a lost puppy trying to grab it's tail but instead this was a string. Priscilla looked at the boys who were staying waiving at them. "Alright. See you guys in a bit. I will bring you food, because you guys may be hungry and stuff." she nodded now heading out with Robert by her side. Priscilla randomly giggled and playfully pushed Robert with her shoulder. "So, you are some kind of doggy now trying to grab your tail? Becauseeeeee." she looked behind Robert and then to his buttocks, no tail. "You have no tail." she finished her sentence now laughing. "Ooooh." Priscilla sighed smiling and looking around as they walked. "Mmm! Yes, food is important so we must go and find some food. I am rather hungry though too. It's sad that the others didn't want to come, but oh well. Just you and me, then." smiling at Robert she locked her left arm with his arm, as they walked! "Off we go!" Hopefully there won't be that much of people in the line by the time they get there. "Oooh. I wonder what type of food they will have. Hopefully hamburger..!"</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega i didn't want to be the third wheel in their time together anyways' Greyson thought as he went and got a change of cloths "if you need me ill be bathing" Greyson told Daniel as he walked into the bathroom and starting the tub so he can relax. Ever since his youth a bath has always relaxed him even if he was in pain a bath was going to melt it all away. Once the tub was finally filled Greyson gently went into the hot bath and sighed loudly once he was submerged in it relaxing his aching muscles from that giant fight. Greyson would take Pricilla away later for their own time alone once he got the chance. Right now Greyson was thinking of different formations and battle plans for them for when they would be put into another fight and sometimes his mind would wonder to thinking what it would be like to officially be dating that bubble headed girl Pricilla...nothing but good thoughts on his mind</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro She gave him an incredulous look after he finished speaking. Another moment of uneasy silence between them. He had the feeling he said or did something wrong, again. "Uh...Did I say something wrong? Heh.." At that moment, his ears and tail perked up. Detecting approaching footsteps at the entrance to the infirmary. He didn't expect what came next as the door was practically thrown open, causing him to whirl in place and take a combative stance. Ears pinned back, tail straight and erect, he squatted low and his stubby black claws stabbed through the bandages on his arms. Seeing the large, hulking frame of another stranger come through the door caused him to stop and shrink a little. The young man stopped in the door frame, wide eyes flitting from him and Ms. Rode as if he had walked into the wrong room at the wrong time. "...hey there," the large young man said after a few moments of silence. He came into the room, leaving the door open behind him. "Good to, uh, see you guys are okay." "Does he know me too?..." Kuhaku cleared his throat and straightened up, forcing himself to relax. His claws retracted and tail resumed its agitated swaying. He didn't know why he was so jumpy. He chalked it up to his frayed nerves. "Oh yeah," Ms. Rode spoke up in response to the newcomer. "We're just super, me with my broken rib, sprained ankle, black eye and a mild concussion not to mention all the little cuts and bruises. Then we've got fur ball over there whose only recollection seems to be his own name. We're sooooo totally fine right now." she practically spat at him, venom etched into her words. "Furball? he frowned. Again with the unnecessary remarks. Kuhaku quietly sniffed at the air. He got the feeling that her wounds were deeper than what she had mentioned. Deeper underlying scars. Maybe he pushed it too far by trying to interact with her. He would leave her be and give her deserved space. She didn't seem to be very happy with the whole situation as it stood, much less very friendly. During his youth, he learned it prudent to leave those kinds of people alone until they decided to come out of their shell. Whenever that may be, if at all. Maybe it would be something that could only come with time. "Right then," the young man spat in return, circling them and taking a seat in a chair. "Taking it back. Not glad at all." he ended. Kuhaku's frame shrunk a little as he looked from Ms. Rode to this stranger. There was a lot of bad blood going on here and it made him visibly uncomfortable. It was hard for him to make sense of anything that was going on. It was hard for him to remain positive. "Glad to see that you still have your fire, Rode." a booming voice said as a heavily armored...thing stepped into the room from a freakin' open window. Kuhaku nearly had a heart attack and bolted from the room, but froze in his tracks. "WHOA! What the hell is...WAY BIG!" he slowly inched towards the nearest wall, a bead of nervous sweat rolling down the side of his face. If he wasn't uncomfortable before, he sure as hell was now. Looking from the armored person to the other large stranger, he felt horribly small. He didn't like people or things that were larger than him. It made him feel subconscious of his svelte, feminine body. He had seen and known other Tiger Faunus and they were fortunate enough to be gifted with bulky, muscular bodies. He hadn't been as lucky when he was born, sad to say. Though, he was equally as strong and fast if not faster than his counterparts. He was tall, for sure. 5'11. Though not stick thin at 180 Ibs of solid, lean muscle. He just wished his body would allow him to be more 'beefy'. He watched the armored stranger with wary eyes as he walked about, placing flowers in a vase and opening a box to reveal...a cake. Eyes and ears perking up, this stranger came bearing gifts. He started to slowly relax and wandered a few steps closer, away from the wall. The armored stranger moved about, rustling around for utensils as he then began to cut the cake he brought. "Make yourself comfortable Fulgurate. From the wounds on Rode and Shiro, they still need to recover." He said as he handed the other stranger a slice of cake. "Fulgurate? Is that his name?" he looked at the seated stranger. "Wait, how does he know my first name? Damn it, does he know me too?" his face slowly sagged into one of intense, hidden sorrow. At that moment, the large armored whatever-he-was, approached him and handed him a slice of cake. Reaching out for it, he looked up at the moving suit of armor and back at the cake. "For me?" his eyes asked. The suit of armor then smiled at him, and he reciprocated it in kind. His face immediately brightening. He determined this creature to be friendly and graciously accepted the cake. "Thank you." he was grateful. However long he was out for, he was sure as hell starving by now. "Nice to see you alive partner. But you shouldn't pull out the IV from your body like that. You're going get an infection." he motioned towards Kuhaku's mostly bandaged arms. Blinking, he looked at the site of the IV and looked up, grinning and ruffling his white fur (hair) in response. The moving suit of armor then walked over to Ms. Rode and handed her a slice. "He called me 'partner'..." he mulled over that comment for a while. As he returned to his hospital bed to plop his behind onto it, he curled his legs underneath him indian-style and took a bite of the cake. His ears and tail perked up, it was delicious. Swallowing the bite, he looked at everyone in the room and wondered with bright eyes as he posed his next question. "I'm sorry everyone, but...Do I know all of you? Do all of you know me?"</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald couldn't help but glare at Aurellius as he derided Marcus for taking the leader role almost immediately. Diamond's reply wasn't any better, either. Oswald only managed to get a word in once Diamond was on her way out. "I, for one, actually like the fact that he's willing to take the role of leader, instead of some people I've met in the past who just dilly dally around like dickless oafs and get people hurt, or worse. Most people don't understand what it's like to lead. Trust me, it ain't worth it. Marcus, you are a poor, poor sap to have gotten stuck with that role. A poor...poor sap." He could only shake his head at the two he was with. Hopefully Marcus would be a better leader than he'd been. He followed along to the dorm room, already dreading living with these people. Marcus was a good enough guy, but he might have been just a bit too uptight. It wasn't something Oswald was familiar with or particularly fond of, but at least the guy wasn't outright confrontational like their lovely friends were. Oh, and of course, there was Diamond, who somehow made it to the dorm room before them and got through the window. Yeah, because that made a whole lot of sense. Oi.</s>
<\|description\|>Oswald Connoly Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Trepination Blade Not only will this sword ruin your day with its impossibly sharp edges or if you're-gods forbid-stabbed by it, it can focus and fire a steady beam of energy through its length and out its tip when powered with Dust. The scabbard for the sword is a bright red, and tapers with the blade. It has since been upgraded to include the ability to mecha-shift into a katar. Shield Specialty: Up Close and Personal. Oswald's semblance is obviously most useful for this style of combat, as it prevents enemies that excel at range from getting to a viable range from him, so long as he can get within fifty feet of them. As he wields a sword and shield, Oswald is capable of both a bruiser role and a tank role. So long as he's in his opponent's face, he's comfortable fighting in whatever manner is appropriate for the situation. When he attacks, Oswald is ruthless, leaving no openings, and even using his shield as a weapon at times to keep himself from giving his enemy an opportunity to attack. On the defensive, he becomes a fortress, blocking with both sword and shield, refusing to give up any ground. Semblance: Closer- Oswald can instantly close the distance between himself and another living creature (Grimm or no) within fifty feet of him, moving from wherever he is to about four feet from his target. Personality: "Speak Softly and Carry a Big Stick." Oswald is a friendly enough guy when he's with friends or allies, and he tries to keep the peace whenever fights break out. He tries to be the first on the scene, and acts as an enforcer to make sure things don't get crazy. If a fight does happen to break out, he'll try to bring it to an end before anybody gets seriously hurt. He strongly favors the diplomatic option when available. If someone makes it clear that that option isn't available, though...well, he breaks out the big stick. Color: Onyx Emblem: A heavily damaged dark stone tower, with a small white figure standing proudly atop it. Emblem Appearance: Oswald stands at about 5'10" tall, weighs in at a mean 220 pounds, and sports a pair of dull brown eyes topped by a short head of dark black hair. He typically wears a heavy red cloak with onyx pauldrons over a pair of black pants and a white collared shirt. Under his cloak, he has a pair of onyx steel gauntlets, a dark red canvas brigandine and wears a pair of dark black greaves under his pants. He's rather light-skinned, and his face has a small scar under his nose that goes through his lip diagonally. As for shoes, he always wears a pair of black work boots. Oswald</s> <\|message\|>Victor Glade Hearing his new fearless leader say that he looked like crap he had to smile. Well she isn't wrong and stumbled after the group I hope this won't become a theme. Just walking was pain Kitty, I'm better pay you back for spearing my leg, everyone else was more or less settled by the time Victor entered the room. With a weary smile he made his way to a free bed. Instead of climbing into bed, Victor fell in the general direction of his bed, hitting the ground hard and dragging himself halfway back up before succumbing to sleep. ::FEW HOURS LATER:: It was a different dream each night for Victor, but they all end the same way, him losing his arm. Tonight he was before a Queen dressed in blue ordering it removed. Being dragged in a spiral downward into the depths of a castle Victor was unresisting as his arm was placed in some kind of guillotine, aimed to cut through his shoulder. As the blade fell it made a shrieking noise woke Victor. Rayna was standing proud armed with a whistle and launched into a speech. Attempting to lift himself up Victor went to put his weight on his right arm... and nothing was there. Falling with all the grace of a one armed man Victor slowly picked himself up and sat on the end of his bed. Utterly confused Victor started looking around for his arm. It shouldn't be hard to find, it's the size of an arm and is red with shiny parts. It doesn't exactly blend in... how did it come off? It's supposed to be battle ready... Hearing Rayna say that "We next find those Catapult scum and throw stuff at their windows" Victor had to wonder Are Catapult petty enough to steal my arm? Well they were pretty angry... damn those bastards. Grabbing some clean clothes out of his bag took longer than Victor expected, he continued trying to use his right arm. Finally dressed in a bright orange t-shirt and pale blue shorts Victor caught up to the rest of his team muttering to himself "Those bastards probably think that I can't fight without it, won't they be in for a shock when I get my hand on them!" Tugging at his empty right sleeve Victor felt unbalanced and annoyed. With frustration rising he had to speak up "Hey fearless leader! Any chance we can find Catapult any sooner? I have some things I want to ask them!"</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Infirmary As Gren explained the situation, mostly for Shiro's benefit Sapphire got a clearer picture of what was going on. Not about the fight, Sapphire was well aware of what had happened in the tunnel though Gren's rendition made her out to be more of a hero than was strictly accurate. He spoke as if taking out the combat mech's main weapons was some sort of death defying risk but as those weapons were incapable of locking onto Sapphire thanks to her semblance till seconds before she started ripping them to pieces the risk had not really been her own. Sapphire realized as Gren continued to speak that he felt guilty about the outcome of the battle. Somehow he'd managed to convince himself that the end product had been his fault not hers. It explained the cake, the celebration but quite frankly the notion was ridiculous. She'd collapsed the tunnel, she'd failed to escape. Her injuries were the fault of no one but herself. However she wasn't likely to argue that point to anyone or even admit it to be true. On Gren's part it was known as Survivor's Guilt, the one that escapes a dangerous situation unharmed feels responsible for those that did not. Sapphire decided that wasn't something she should mess with. Of course she easily could, pushing those particular buttons was easy but the line between guilt and grief was a thin one and she didn't have the right to be messing with either. It was best she just let it be, the last thing that anyone in Gren's position wanted was someone telling them it wasn't their fault. It was best just to let some time pass and after a while what he considered his failure wouldn't be such a big deal anymore. Gren helped Shiro back into his bed and prepared his IV tube. He seemed ready to do the same for Sapphire however Sapphire was long past the point where anyone got to tell her when she needed to go to bed or have someone tuck her in. Rather than take the bed whose blankets Gren had been kind enough to put back on Sapphire very firmed sat herself down in one of the visitor's chairs as Gren finished his speech. She was starting to feel inadequate as a leader despite his looks Gren seemed to know a lot more about what they needed than she did. As if to expound on that point Abel fired something that sounded like an ancient proverb at him. Sapphire looked at him, rolling her eyes. "Thank you very much for that piece of fortune cookie wisdom Fulgurate." She inclined her head in a mock bow. Had she been less damaged she likely would have stood up and gone for a full curtsy but she didn't think her ribs or her ankle could handle that right now. Sapphire first became aware that something was wrong with Shiro (or at least something more wrong than she'd previously noticed) when she heard the splat of his cake hitting the floor. At first she thought he was merely clumsy, leaving her considering what a waste of perfectly good chocolate cake that was but it became apparent very quickly that something else was wrong. First as Shiro collapsed out of bed clawing his way towards various things. He looked like a blind man. What really worried her was when started to paw at his weapons. By the time he got to violently ripping his hospital gown to shreds and dawning his battle gear Sapphire had moved into action. Even with a sprained ankle she was relatively fast. She didn't go to Shiro's side, which would have been useless. Whatever was wrong had clearly gone way beyond talking him down. Sapphire made a beeline for the storage cupboard in the rear of the infirmary that held the various medical supplies that Beacon's hospital staff might require at any given time. She tore it open. Unfortunately there were any number of very small bottles, all nearly identical. She ran through name after name till she found what she was looking for, a tranquilizer. If they were going to be of any help to Shiro at all first they needed him to calm down. This was the best solution. He'd be much calmer after being sedated. Sapphire retrieved a needle from a nearby drawer and used it to draw out a small dose of the tranquilizer. It should be enough to knock him out for a few hours but there shouldn't be any lasting effects. She limped back to where there group was congregated at a surprising speed given that one of her feet couldn't take her full weight. By the time Sapphire returned Shiro was curled up in a corner looking for all intents and purposes like a caged animal. Just as Sapphire got there Shiro made a break for the window hopping to the ground and out of site. The battle wasn't over yet. Sapphire looked out the window in the direction Shiro had fled then down at the ground beneath it. It would take too long to make it there by exiting the building. Sapphire looked down again gauging distanced. It was fifteen maybe twenty feet to the ground, soft landing. In her full form she could make the jump easily. Sapphire glanced down at her chest where she could feel the steady pulse of a large bruise cause by a broken rib. She conceded defeat. In her condition the jump would likely put so much strain on her rib that it would tear muscles, it could do all kinds of damaged, punctured lung, maybe even spinal damage, not to mention the havoc a fall from this height would wreck on her already damaged ankle. With some difficulty Sapphire backed off from the window, as much as she hated relying on other people now was the time. Shiro was a member of her team, she was the leader which meant if anything happened to him she would be held responsible. If a member of her team ran from the infirmary in the middle of the night and they didn't take every effort to find him she could forget about being a Huntress, she'd never be allowed to return to Beacon. She looked at both Abel and Gren. "I-I can't chase him, not like I am now. You're going to have to go after him." Sapphire shoved the needle into Gren's hand. "That's a common sedative usually used by vets. The infirmary keeps a stock of it cause it's more effective on faunus than other types. If he'd still acting like he was just now when you find him, dose him, it should keep him under for a couple of hours." Based on what he did to his IV tube at least some of that breakdown likely had to do with a phobia of hospitals. "Something tells me he doesn't like hospitals, probably some bad memories..." it wasn't like she didn't have her own unpleasant experiences regarding hospitals, they were just too sterile, you never could shake that smell. "When you catch him, it would be better he not have to come back here, the dorms should be set up by now and as far as I know he doesn't need any more physical med help." She was not going to bring up the fact that he needed serious psychological help. That could wait for another time when seconds didn't count. "He ran west, towards the dorms and the mess hall." Sapphire couldn't be completely sure given that she didn't know Shiro too well but his reaction were not dissimilar to her own when she suffered a panic attack caused by her own fear of drowning. She couldn't say for certain but it was an educated guess. "If I'm right he's going to head for somewhere open, somewhere he can see the sky, lots of trees, grass that sort of thing. And he won't be able to get far. He might've looked alright but he'd not, if his injuries don't get him exhaustion will. He won't be too far, now get going. We're on the clock." She added as an afterthought. "Set you scrolls up on conference call so I'm in the loop."</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly As Marcus headed over to the bed on the far left of the room, Oswald followed, falling back onto the bed next to his leader's and sighing blissfully. "Well, boss, I'm an easy enough guy to deal with, I think. A roof over my head is just about enough to keep me happy. Stay outta my bags, don't get us killed and treat people like people, and we'll get along famously." Stretching his arms out and wincing when his wrist didn't cooperate, he groaned. "Damned wrist. I'm lucky I'm right-handed. At least I can get along with that much." Looking over to the bathroom door, he screwed up his face. "Not sure I like the look that girl gave us when she went in. Almost like she half expected us to do it. Maybe even wanted it, a little, just so she could have an excuse to make trouble. Whatever, let her have her shower. I'll go last." Thinking back on a few of the camps he'd made in the past, Oswald wanted to laugh. This was living in the lap of luxury compared to home. He couldn't keep a smile off his face as he remembered a few of the people he'd left behind. He wondered whether he'd see any of them again.</s>
<\|description\|>Oswald Connoly Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Trepination Blade Not only will this sword ruin your day with its impossibly sharp edges or if you're-gods forbid-stabbed by it, it can focus and fire a steady beam of energy through its length and out its tip when powered with Dust. The scabbard for the sword is a bright red, and tapers with the blade. It has since been upgraded to include the ability to mecha-shift into a katar. Shield Specialty: Up Close and Personal. Oswald's semblance is obviously most useful for this style of combat, as it prevents enemies that excel at range from getting to a viable range from him, so long as he can get within fifty feet of them. As he wields a sword and shield, Oswald is capable of both a bruiser role and a tank role. So long as he's in his opponent's face, he's comfortable fighting in whatever manner is appropriate for the situation. When he attacks, Oswald is ruthless, leaving no openings, and even using his shield as a weapon at times to keep himself from giving his enemy an opportunity to attack. On the defensive, he becomes a fortress, blocking with both sword and shield, refusing to give up any ground. Semblance: Closer- Oswald can instantly close the distance between himself and another living creature (Grimm or no) within fifty feet of him, moving from wherever he is to about four feet from his target. Personality: "Speak Softly and Carry a Big Stick." Oswald is a friendly enough guy when he's with friends or allies, and he tries to keep the peace whenever fights break out. He tries to be the first on the scene, and acts as an enforcer to make sure things don't get crazy. If a fight does happen to break out, he'll try to bring it to an end before anybody gets seriously hurt. He strongly favors the diplomatic option when available. If someone makes it clear that that option isn't available, though...well, he breaks out the big stick. Color: Onyx Emblem: A heavily damaged dark stone tower, with a small white figure standing proudly atop it. Emblem Appearance: Oswald stands at about 5'10" tall, weighs in at a mean 220 pounds, and sports a pair of dull brown eyes topped by a short head of dark black hair. He typically wears a heavy red cloak with onyx pauldrons over a pair of black pants and a white collared shirt. Under his cloak, he has a pair of onyx steel gauntlets, a dark red canvas brigandine and wears a pair of dark black greaves under his pants. He's rather light-skinned, and his face has a small scar under his nose that goes through his lip diagonally. As for shoes, he always wears a pair of black work boots. Oswald</s> <\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein "Dibs on the shower. Enter at your own peril." Diamond challenged them in a tone completely lost on Marcus. "Noted." the young officer replied, busy with his luggage. Outside of the bare essentials he also brought a collection of books that covered subjects from data on Grimm to engineering to a few pulpy science fiction novels. Next he pulled out a large map of Vale and the surrounding lands. "Well, boss, I'm an easy enough guy to deal with, I think. A roof over my head is just about enough to keep me happy. Stay outta my bags, don't get us killed and treat people like people, and we'll get along famously." Oswald told him from where the warrior lay on a bed. "Very well, I shall try to meet your standards." Marcus said sincerely. He very intentionally made no promises. His people skills were poor and he knew it. "Damned wrist. I'm lucky I'm right-handed. At least I can get along with that much." Marcus grunted in agreement as he eyeballed the map and the wall next to the door, unsure if it would fit. Looking over to the bathroom door, Oswald screwed up his face. "Not sure I like the look that girl gave us when she went in. Almost like she half expected us to do it. Maybe even wanted it, a little, just so she could have an excuse to make trouble. Whatever, let her have her shower. I'll go last." he continued. "You know, I could always take one for the team and take up her offer. Gods know that you prudes wouldn't. For the Glory of Team Moderation, of course." Aurellius spoke up. He had been silent all the way up to the room outside of a few heavy breaths or sighs, Marcus could not tell which. Marcus made a note to check if a Datura released some form of aerosolized poison, he had no intention of coming down with 'bronchitis the dark evil on steroids version'. "Be patient and you can get all the looks you want. Grimm don't wait for people to get dressed, so any showers out in the field will have to have a sentry." Marcus said flatly. A simple fact of life drilled into him at an early age was that survival trumped the standard 'city slicker' social mores. Gender never factored into things like the aforementioned sentry duty, you kept each other alive first and foremost. He had started to fiddle with some pins to get the map up, however the little brass tacks barely found purchase in the hard wall. Behind him Diamond entered the room again. "Hey boss, when's the wake up call?" Diamond called out. "Breakfast opens at seven hundred, first lessons at eight oh clock sharp. Oh, and they apparently have a limited amount of 'good stuff' for breakfast so arriving early was advised." Marcus replied while he pulled out a nailgun from his belt. Some high impact engineering later, the map was firmly in place. There, fixed. He grimaced a bit as he saw that his last few bags should have been sent to the garage instead of the team's room. Logistical screw ups, the eternal nemesis of those who used a lot of spare parts. "Right then, I have to get this stuff to the garage and I want to get some maintenance done before sleep. Goodnight, incase you are already asleep by the time I get back." he said as he lifted the bags over his shoulder.</s> <\|message\|>Seilber Vulpez Seilber stood on the stage under the lights, jittering. This wasn't right. Damnit! The last thing she needed was the spotlight on her! So much for keeping a low profile... She sighed inwardly. I'll just have to turn this to my advantage, she decided silently. At the same time, she could understand why. Indigo was good especially in a fight. There was a competitive edge to him, and something else more... And he was something of a hothead, a berserker. It made him strong, powerful in battle. She caught the whiff of anger off of Indigo, a mixture of sweat, pheromones, and blood. Moving quickly she followed him, gesturing for the rest of them to come with, slithering through the crowd. Seilber chewed her lower lip in apprehension. In the field out there, she'd just been trying to keep herself and those around her alive while they worked through the Exam. Indigo had wanted to charge in, guns blazing. And while that might have worked with simpler prey, the Ariadne they'd been up against were not so easily dealt with. They turned the very ground and area where they were into deadly traps, making it virtually impossible to get around without moving carefully. Working with Viviane, both of them using their bow weaponry, they had rained down hell and problems upon their foes. Using the special bolts in the crossbow they had erected barriers, and turned the spider's own sticky situations back on them. They had used warp gates to evade or maneuver when needed. Seilber's Dust based attacks had spewed fire, burning webs and spiders like nothing, while explosive forces ripped spiderlings apart. Viv's lifesight had told them where attacks were going to come from, kept them out of ambushes, and shown them where to shoot before they could even see the targets directly. Ineko's suit had given them the strength and speed to tear through some webs with little issue, and had allowed him to go toe to toe with the massive spiders. Lightning had been his ally as he had become something of an overgrown bug zapper when they were there. Indigo had the short to midrange firepower, and the ability to spread his damage out or focus it. His 'hatchets' of a sort had hacked off more than a few spider legs, and he'd been able to use that barrier power of his to his advantage. Until Seilber had started directing her partner, he'd been focused mostly on his own things. As she re-analyzed what happened while following Indie, it dawned on her more why she had been chosen. Sure he was a great fighter, but for now he was in it for himself. His ego, his pride. He was trying hard to be the best, instead of being the best he could be. There was little care for anybody he worked with. She had an optimist, and a naive girl to look after, as well. "Indigo," she said quietly as they had drawn away from the crowd, looking up at him. Her honey colored eyes seemed to glitter just a bit in the dim interior. "I would, but I've got to get my stuff moved. Class tomorrow too." Seeing Indi storm off from the stage had been a little upsetting. It seemed that the decision by the staff would likely be final. "I… I'm .." She sputtered a little. She wanted to apologize, that was clear, but at the same time, she wasn't sure she should. Things were kind of off to a bumpy start there. Really it wasn't even her fault. It wasn't like she'd shot for taking that slot. "All I can do right now is get a move on." Glancing at the rest of the team nearby, she tilted her head a little. "We'll figure it out together. I'll be at our assigned dorm room, if you wanna talk." With that, she turned to slowly head toward the dorms. Thankfully most of her stuff was still in her rocket locker.</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson sighed loudly as he relaxed in the tub letting all his aching muscles relax in the hot water. After a few good minutes of soaking Greyson grabbed a towel and dried himself off before changing into some pajama pants and a shirt so he could get some sleep soon. Greyson left the bathroom and went over to his space and started to decorate it. Mainly by painting the walls around his bed with washable spray paint, He used his time to draw a heart with wings one side devil and the other angel but both bleeding from barbed wire around it. Greyson would happily draw anything the others wanted in their spaces if asked since painting was one of the things Greyson was good at even before he couldn't walk. Although right now Greyson was feeling a bit peekish for some burgers or something to get in his stomach so he could finish drawing...</s> <\|message\|>Victor Glade Victor was managing a good pace, he'd adjusted for his missing arm and his stride had lost it's stagger, he was catching up and feeling rather good about it. When Rayna started dropping back Victor was slightly offended thinking Why is she dropping back? There is no need to check on me! I'm missing an arm not a leg, I can do this! "Hey, Victor buddy, good ol' Vic, Vic my old pal..." This is weird, is she that concerned about my lack of an arm? Do I seriously look that incompetent? "I was trying to wake you up and I shook your arm and it fell off and I didn't know what to do and I was a little freaked that I pulled your arm off and I might have lost it... maybe?" Victor continued jogging for a few seconds, smiling and waiting for the punchline. As he realised none was coming the smile slowly became less cheery. Victor Wanted to scream at Rayna, yell at the top of his lungs and kick up a fuss, but realising nothing good would come of it he bottled it up, buried it deep, and continued to smile, slightly slowing his jog. "Rayna... you are telling me that you removed my arm, by accident of course, and managed to lose it? A prosthetic arm that is... well the size of an arm and is a bit heavier than one..." Victor had to pause, he felt his temper rising and had to take a deep breath before continuing on. "How, Rayna? How did you lose it? Please explain this to me like I am seven. My arm falls off, you are naturally shocked and didn't know what to do. I understand that part, but this next bit is where I get confused. The part where my ARM goes missing. You see it fall off and what? How does it go from being on the floor, or in your hand or whatever to being lost? Are you so shocked that you throw it out the window?..." Finally stopping altogether Victor couldn't stop himself from asking "You didn't throw it out the window... right?" sounding more like a plea than an actual question.</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Marcus's comment about sentry duty and showers made Oswald chuckle a bit. "You got that right, boss. Can't tell you how many guys got a shiner for peeping back at home." He wondered how often they'd actually be outside of the school grounds: he couldn't imagine the Academy letting first-year students with little to no actual combat experience out very often. Yes, there had been the test, but considering the number of injuries the students had suffered against their enemies, he doubted there would be frequent excursions any time soon. It seemed they were being advised to wake up early for breakfast. Oswald figured about six in the morning would be good. Once their other teammate was showered, he'd follow and then go to sleep. Not much left to do this day, after all.</s>
<\|description\|>Oswald Connoly Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Trepination Blade Not only will this sword ruin your day with its impossibly sharp edges or if you're-gods forbid-stabbed by it, it can focus and fire a steady beam of energy through its length and out its tip when powered with Dust. The scabbard for the sword is a bright red, and tapers with the blade. It has since been upgraded to include the ability to mecha-shift into a katar. Shield Specialty: Up Close and Personal. Oswald's semblance is obviously most useful for this style of combat, as it prevents enemies that excel at range from getting to a viable range from him, so long as he can get within fifty feet of them. As he wields a sword and shield, Oswald is capable of both a bruiser role and a tank role. So long as he's in his opponent's face, he's comfortable fighting in whatever manner is appropriate for the situation. When he attacks, Oswald is ruthless, leaving no openings, and even using his shield as a weapon at times to keep himself from giving his enemy an opportunity to attack. On the defensive, he becomes a fortress, blocking with both sword and shield, refusing to give up any ground. Semblance: Closer- Oswald can instantly close the distance between himself and another living creature (Grimm or no) within fifty feet of him, moving from wherever he is to about four feet from his target. Personality: "Speak Softly and Carry a Big Stick." Oswald is a friendly enough guy when he's with friends or allies, and he tries to keep the peace whenever fights break out. He tries to be the first on the scene, and acts as an enforcer to make sure things don't get crazy. If a fight does happen to break out, he'll try to bring it to an end before anybody gets seriously hurt. He strongly favors the diplomatic option when available. If someone makes it clear that that option isn't available, though...well, he breaks out the big stick. Color: Onyx Emblem: A heavily damaged dark stone tower, with a small white figure standing proudly atop it. Emblem Appearance: Oswald stands at about 5'10" tall, weighs in at a mean 220 pounds, and sports a pair of dull brown eyes topped by a short head of dark black hair. He typically wears a heavy red cloak with onyx pauldrons over a pair of black pants and a white collared shirt. Under his cloak, he has a pair of onyx steel gauntlets, a dark red canvas brigandine and wears a pair of dark black greaves under his pants. He's rather light-skinned, and his face has a small scar under his nose that goes through his lip diagonally. As for shoes, he always wears a pair of black work boots. Oswald</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "I'll be happy to relieve you of any money you don't guard well enough, be careful what you wish for." Diamond sung with a blatantly fake innocent smile. She gave Aurelius another acknowledging grunt when he talked about Semblances being a cheat. "It's something else in a controlled environment too. I like time to plan and environment to make a stealthy approach. You got none of that in an arena and only a fool fights on someone else's or even terms." When the object of the conversation turned to her semblance, she had to chuckle. She regarded Aurelius through narrowed eyes and with a knowing smile. "Someone's strying to find out weaknesses for the next matches already. But, very well, I suppose the two of you should know. Team synergy and all, blah blah." she said and bit on the last of her fries before getting up. "Fantasy's the limit-" she said, snapping her fingers and causing her cane to slowly form from her own shadow, making the source visible in the otherwise nearly instantaneous process. "As long as it isn't heavier than me and I can keep in touch with it." Diamond continued the explanation and dropped it, the cane instantly vanishing in a puff of black particles. "Best part is, I retain a degree of control over it, I can give a hit some extra force - at the cost of aura of course - but it also allows me to do stuff like this!" she said as she grabbed the tray with her used dishes. Diamond put one of her feet in front of her, but instead of stepping on the ground, a black platform seemingly floating in the air appeared beneath her boot. With every step further she rose as if ascending the stairs, before leveling above the heads of the crowd. She crossed the whole mess hall like this all the way to the window where she dumped the dishes. She made her way back on the ground and retook her seat, reaching into her pocket for a handkerchief and wiping a few droplets of sweat form her forehead. "That took a bit more than I'd like, but you get the idea. How about you?"</s> <\|message\|>Indigo Kafka As Indi continued to slurp down spaghetti and water, he was astounded at Ivan's description of history. "Not so good at the history, though. Listening to the recounting of dead people doing dead things isn't really my cup o' tea." He said, and Indi just couldn't comprehend. History was conflict! War, and generals, and Grimm, and politics, it was all just a bunch of people fighting. That was so cool! How Ivan could not see it was dumb. But, whatever, some people had opinions, and he had to accept that sometimes he was the only guy with good taste. "I was holding back, obviously. Doesn't make for a good show if I display all my tricks on the first day." Ivan explained. So many Johns, dude. What was the point of a damn fight if you didn't give it your all? Ivan was probably just talking big. Merlin was a caster too, he wasn't some massive hulk like Gren with a semblance that was, essentially cheating. Indi had an excuse to tie, even if he could have fought better. Ivan didn't. Ivan then had the guts to insult his opponent even after it was proven they were equals. Indi shook his head in annoyance; This guy was kind of an asshole. Ineko then greeted them (what the hell is with all these I names?) with a simple acknowledgement of their names. While doing that fries sandwich thing that made the sandwich taste much better, Ineko said something that was an odd mix of pessimistic and optimistic. "First day of class gents, and we're not dead yet. I'd say so far it's going pretty good." He commented, in between bites of his Chicken-Fry sandwich. "Pity I never got to see either you or the foxy lady's fights. We may know each other's names, but we haven't been formally introduced." Ivan spoke, sparking up conversation. That reminded him, he needed to ask Ineko something. After shaking Ivan's hand and responding with his own introduction. "Indigo Kafka, working to be the best fighter. Ever." Indi turned to Ineko while chugging some water. "Speaking of fights, why'd you throw yours? I mean, might as well try, right?" He asked, a hint of disappointment in his voice. "I mean, I would have won if I had a little less aura, Ivan would have won if he wasn't 'holding back'." Indi said, adding emphasis on 'holding back' as to accentuate that he didn't really believe Ivan. "And Seibs won! Your whole team is pretty decent, at least. I'm sure you would've put up a great fight." He lied. He wasn't sure Ineko would have done so great against Jayden due to his suit's bulk. Still he should have at least tried. "By the way, can you remind me to whoop that douche Rakim's ass?" He added afterwards, remembering his friend's fight.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Cafeteria Sapphire started to eat her food. Starting with the apples. Diamond either didn't hear her questions regarding foster care or more likely chose to ignore it. That kind of childhood couldn't have been pleasant and Sapphire thought she likely didn't want to be reminded of it. After this the conversation turned to the mornings combat class and the functions of each persons semblance. Both Diamond and Aurelius seemed to regard the others semblance as cheating. While the same could be said of Sapphire's the azure haired girl found this incredibly funny, a condescending smile forming on her lips. "I notice that the only people who seem to think their opponent was cheating were the ones that lost." She said putting extra emphasis on the last word. It was foolish to think of anything as cheating. In a real fight whether it was with Grimm or others they would do whatever it took to win victory regardless of if it was honorable or fair. If you relied on your opponent fighting fair you would lose every time. The only thing you could do was pull every trick you had available and hope it was enough. Sapphire had to admit though that Diamond's semblance was pretty impressive. While her own was more subtle Diamond's was an enormous boon in a fight. The talk of semblances got her thinking, she'd not seen Oswald use his in there fight. Sure he'd pulled all kinds of tricks, and tactics but nothing that could be regarded as a semblance. "Hey Oswald," She said looking at him "I never got to see it in our match. What's your semblance?"</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson sighed as his matched finished and he felt bad for talking to the guy the way he did which made him sound like an ass. Greyson wanted to say sorry but he didn't want to admit that he was better or anything because his problem went away. Greyson just hoped that later on they could be friends down the road. Greyson went back to his teammates and he followed them to the other classes they had to take like math and Daniel obviously sounded like he didn't like it and Greyson couldn't blame him since Greyson sucked at it to. Then it went to lunch and Daniel said it was a hell of a first day and Greyson nodded "no joke, at least this day turned out interesting for a first day of class. honestly I felt bad about what I said to that guy during the match I wish I could apologize but I don't know how I would say it" Greyson said softly as he got a pizza and some bread to eat for his lunch</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery Priscilla couldn't help but to blush as she got out of the arena. Wow, she couldn't believe that her fighting partner would have done that to her! Uhh, how mad was she at her! Darn her! Grrrrrr! Priscilla looked around now seeing Robert walking to her, her face turned red as he suddenly got up close. Yup, he saw what happened.... especially when she was raised upside down. "Look. If you are going to laugh at me or something. Get it over with. Seriously..! Alright?! Gosh!" the pink haired girl said shaking her head but then stopped seeing that Robert was actually there to comfort her.. he did ask if she was alright. "....I'm sorry.. I just thought you would laugh..." she said walking closer to Robert and laying her head on his shoulder. "How much did you look when I was upside dow-..!" now the bell rang. "Oh.." Priscilla sighed looking at the others, as they all headed to class. Robert and her team were there also. And she was sitting next to Daniel. Great. Now Math was ended and they had history. Then history was ended and now it was lunch time. -FI.NA.LLY- SOMETHING that Priscilla loves to do, eating. All she wanted to also do was remove the image of what happened to her in the fight. Priscilla walked to the line and grabbed herself a ham and cheese sandwhich, bannana and a bottle of water. She sat down on a table with her team looking at Daniel as he spoke. She shrugged. "Today was...whatever, I guess.." Priscilla didn't want to even speak about her fight, so she opened her bottle of water and took a sip.</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald just shook his head at Aurellius and Diamond's antics. He'd have to learn to get used to those two soon enough. At least he wasn't the only one who wasn't very well-versed in the academic side of things. He found himself nodding along with Sapphire when she described fighting as an art form. "I agree, fighting is an art. That's why they're called martial arts. Everybody has their own style that can suit them perfectly if they train and hone their skills while they can. But that said, not everybody is fit for art." Having said his piece, Oswald simply continued eating his meal, listening to the conversation about Semblances, trying to remember everything he could. Jack, Aurellius's opponent, had a kind of extreme speed as his Semblance, where Diamond's opponent Mokuren was able to reflect Diamond's attack back at her. It was when Sapphire asked him about his own Semblance that Oswald stopped. It took him a moment to decide whether he should tell her, but ultimately he decided against it. There was no point in hiding it and getting his ass beat, only to reveal it later. "Sorry Sapphire, but if you want to see my Semblance, fight me again when I can use both arms, and when that rib of yours is healed." He said it with a smile, and meant it. Their second fight would be what really counted, when both were in good physical condition. This first fight had been good to judge their abilities, but with debilitating injuries to both, there was no way to tell which fighter really was 'better'.</s>
<\|description\|>Oswald Connoly Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Trepination Blade Not only will this sword ruin your day with its impossibly sharp edges or if you're-gods forbid-stabbed by it, it can focus and fire a steady beam of energy through its length and out its tip when powered with Dust. The scabbard for the sword is a bright red, and tapers with the blade. It has since been upgraded to include the ability to mecha-shift into a katar. Shield Specialty: Up Close and Personal. Oswald's semblance is obviously most useful for this style of combat, as it prevents enemies that excel at range from getting to a viable range from him, so long as he can get within fifty feet of them. As he wields a sword and shield, Oswald is capable of both a bruiser role and a tank role. So long as he's in his opponent's face, he's comfortable fighting in whatever manner is appropriate for the situation. When he attacks, Oswald is ruthless, leaving no openings, and even using his shield as a weapon at times to keep himself from giving his enemy an opportunity to attack. On the defensive, he becomes a fortress, blocking with both sword and shield, refusing to give up any ground. Semblance: Closer- Oswald can instantly close the distance between himself and another living creature (Grimm or no) within fifty feet of him, moving from wherever he is to about four feet from his target. Personality: "Speak Softly and Carry a Big Stick." Oswald is a friendly enough guy when he's with friends or allies, and he tries to keep the peace whenever fights break out. He tries to be the first on the scene, and acts as an enforcer to make sure things don't get crazy. If a fight does happen to break out, he'll try to bring it to an end before anybody gets seriously hurt. He strongly favors the diplomatic option when available. If someone makes it clear that that option isn't available, though...well, he breaks out the big stick. Color: Onyx Emblem: A heavily damaged dark stone tower, with a small white figure standing proudly atop it. Emblem Appearance: Oswald stands at about 5'10" tall, weighs in at a mean 220 pounds, and sports a pair of dull brown eyes topped by a short head of dark black hair. He typically wears a heavy red cloak with onyx pauldrons over a pair of black pants and a white collared shirt. Under his cloak, he has a pair of onyx steel gauntlets, a dark red canvas brigandine and wears a pair of dark black greaves under his pants. He's rather light-skinned, and his face has a small scar under his nose that goes through his lip diagonally. As for shoes, he always wears a pair of black work boots. Oswald</s> <\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Ivan was quite happy with both handshakes, and returned to his meal with renewed vigor as the conversation shifted to the fights mentioned earlier. To his credit, it appeared he was as thick-skinned as he was arrogant, and the sarcasm in Indigo's tone about the gunslinger's lack of effort flew directly over his head. But then the problem with Ineko's fight was brought up. Ivan had been preparing for his own combat when the drone-master was called into battle, and had automatically assumed a quick knockout had prevailed, not some cowardly refusal to fight. Ivan frowned and began to mull over the correct answer to this shocking development as an univolved girl managed to stick her head into the conversation at the worst possible time and begin to lecture with insults spread throughout. Her points were valid, of course. Humans and faunus lost their way in the fight against the evil Grimm all the time, and it wasn't unheard of for the criminal scum of the underworld to get bright ideas about using their aura as a weapon against the authority of the government(And by proxy, the Hunters and Huntresses). But Ineko was his partner, and that meant he already had more of a bond with the drone-slinging man than some random chick who thought she could talk trash. That meant it was time for a lecture of his own(He flat out at ignored the other woman's calm and correct answers, this was something that he'd deal with, not an unrelated party.). Ivan reached over as Sapphire finished her degrading speech and tapped her on the shoulder, mimicking her actions from a few moments prior. "Oi, you. Yeah, the bland looking one with the shotguns. Lay off my partner." Ivan snapped his fingers in front of her face to make sure he had her full attention, almost as if he was talking to a dog. "I get that you are the resident authority on fighting people that aren't your primary enemy. I do, really. I mean, look at how your team treats you. One night and they already can't stand simply sitting near ya!" He smirked, quite pleased with his own wit. As Shiro impacted and proclaimed that the meat was open to everyone, Ivan's obnoxiously confident grin only grew wider. "See, lookit that! Meat by Team Swansong! Already going behind your back."</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Cafeteria Sapphire felt slightly nauseated seeing what Aurellius did to his hand. While she didn't have a particular dislike of blood or guts, in fact they weren't really an unusual sight for her, the image of the boy digging into his own arm with a carefree nonchalant look on his face was enough to make her puke. Thankfully she was able to fight down the gag reflect and soon enough Diamond had the wound covered with her handkerchief which Sapphire was glad off. Diamond quickly changed the subject, Sapphire guessed no one really wanted to dwell on what exactly Aurellius had just done to himself. The view that Diamond took of a Huntress's job was an incredibly narrow one. Sure they were both trained and expect to fight the Grimm but that wasn't all they could or would do in there careers. "If your sitting eating lunch with us is any indication the police aren't exactly effective. Tell me what would happen if someone as skilled as Goodwitch decided that the laws didn't apply to them anymore. Just took what they wanted, whenever they wanted. You think the police could deal with that? No of course not. They'd send another Hunter or Huntress to deal with the problem and that is precisely why we need to know how to fight humans cause the number of people who actually know how to use there auras and there semblance isn't exactly limited to those attending Beacon. And for the record a cops salary is a pittance compared to what Hunters make." Sapphire had apparently run afoul of the partner to the boy she'd called simple. He was a bigger guy, she could take him down pretty easily given how slow he was and after watching his sparring match how uncompromising of tactics he'd been. No matter what had happened all he had done was shoot at his opponent even with the arena exploding around him. She thought his name was Ivan. Sapphire could have drawn her gun on him easy, it wouldn't have been particularly difficult but she'd already resolved to give her rib at least a weeks rest and besides some loud mouth who thought that victory just naturally belonged to him wasn't really worth her time. She shrugged nonchalantly at his accusation that her teammates wanted nothing to do with her. It was true enough, her first impression hadn't exactly been exemplary and it wasn't like she really cared in the first place. "So I'm not naturally gifted with social grace. At least I can do more than just fire my gun over and over and over again without considering that my opponent might actually adapt to that tactic. By the way I really enjoyed your fight watching you get smacked around by someone half your weight was the biggest laugh I've had in a good long while." Sapphire could have said a lot more on the matter but she was interrupted when a large white object came flying through the air aimed directly at there table. Sapphire didn't have time to register exactly who or what it was, the moment it made contact with the Sapphire slapped her wrist bracelets together activating Morpheus and Phobator, which she'd retrieved after sparring class. The second the object was down Sapphire realized it was a person and aimed for a weak spot closest to her. She grabbed the person's arm applying Morpheus directly to the wrist just over a major vein. It was then she looked up and realized who it was. Sapphire sat back down in her seat collapsing her daggers back into there leather bands. "Ah fuzzball, you looking to get yourself killed?" Sapphire rolled her eyes. What could she possibly have done in her life that she would be punished with this idiot for a teammate. "If you'd wanted to offer us food you could have, I-don't-know, walked over here and asked like a normal person. Then again your landing looks like it sent everyone's lunches to the floor so we might as well take your leftovers." Sapphire herself had lost the remainder of her milk which was currently pooling in the cracks of the table as well as her sandwiches. Everyone else's lunches were in varying states of disarray. Tiger boy's semblance must have really fried his brain but good to have him thinking that launching himself halfway across the lunch room was in any way a good idea. She turned to look at Ivan who seemed to think that Shiro and the others being generous was somehow a commentary on her being unable to control her team. "Aww, come on Ivy if they want to be generous who am I to stand in the way?"</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald merely watched on with disinterest as everybody around him went on with their business. Some people were arguing about the necessity of learning to fight other people. When Oswald recognized Sapphire's voice, he found himself agreeing with what she said: even questioning why it was necessary was...ridiculous. Idiotic, even. Maybe even as bad as a guy who didn't know what an acute angle was. Frowning, he grunted in displeasure as Aurellius tore his wound open. "God dammit Aurellius, one day and you can't go with making an ass of yourself? Some of those people were trying to eat." Despite his exasperation, he couldn't help but laugh at the others' reactions to the blood and gore. "Though I will admit, that's a hell of a party trick." After Aurellius's display, Diamond also questioned the need for Hunters and Huntresses doing what should have been the job of the police. Again, Sapphire made a retort, but this time things started to get too heated for Oswald's personal tastes. He didn't agree with Diamond, but if she was his team mate, he'd have to stick up for her. "Sapphire, lay off. We all got history, even if it's ugly. I'm sure we've all got blemishes on our souls the rest of the world wouldn't look too kindly on. And I don't understand why salary is even a question here. So long as it's livable, who the fuck cares?" When Shiro landed on the table, scattering the remaining food, Oswald smirked and gave himself a mental pat on the back for finishing quickly. Despite the....absolutely fucking terrible way the offer was presented, Oswald got up and chuckled. "Great, free grub. If it gets me away from the hotheads, I'd gladly eat raw meat." Walking towards Gren and Abel, he hadn't even bothered to look if anybody else was going along with it. Free food was free food.</s>
<\|description\|>Oswald Connoly Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Trepination Blade Not only will this sword ruin your day with its impossibly sharp edges or if you're-gods forbid-stabbed by it, it can focus and fire a steady beam of energy through its length and out its tip when powered with Dust. The scabbard for the sword is a bright red, and tapers with the blade. It has since been upgraded to include the ability to mecha-shift into a katar. Shield Specialty: Up Close and Personal. Oswald's semblance is obviously most useful for this style of combat, as it prevents enemies that excel at range from getting to a viable range from him, so long as he can get within fifty feet of them. As he wields a sword and shield, Oswald is capable of both a bruiser role and a tank role. So long as he's in his opponent's face, he's comfortable fighting in whatever manner is appropriate for the situation. When he attacks, Oswald is ruthless, leaving no openings, and even using his shield as a weapon at times to keep himself from giving his enemy an opportunity to attack. On the defensive, he becomes a fortress, blocking with both sword and shield, refusing to give up any ground. Semblance: Closer- Oswald can instantly close the distance between himself and another living creature (Grimm or no) within fifty feet of him, moving from wherever he is to about four feet from his target. Personality: "Speak Softly and Carry a Big Stick." Oswald is a friendly enough guy when he's with friends or allies, and he tries to keep the peace whenever fights break out. He tries to be the first on the scene, and acts as an enforcer to make sure things don't get crazy. If a fight does happen to break out, he'll try to bring it to an end before anybody gets seriously hurt. He strongly favors the diplomatic option when available. If someone makes it clear that that option isn't available, though...well, he breaks out the big stick. Color: Onyx Emblem: A heavily damaged dark stone tower, with a small white figure standing proudly atop it. Emblem Appearance: Oswald stands at about 5'10" tall, weighs in at a mean 220 pounds, and sports a pair of dull brown eyes topped by a short head of dark black hair. He typically wears a heavy red cloak with onyx pauldrons over a pair of black pants and a white collared shirt. Under his cloak, he has a pair of onyx steel gauntlets, a dark red canvas brigandine and wears a pair of dark black greaves under his pants. He's rather light-skinned, and his face has a small scar under his nose that goes through his lip diagonally. As for shoes, he always wears a pair of black work boots. Oswald</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate A single peek at Shiro's face would have sent anyone but Abel into a fit of laughter. As it was, however, Abel derived no amusement from the shame that his friend felt that he had caused. He moved quickly to reassure him. "You shouldn't feel bad about what you did, buddy. Anyone who faults you for bein' exuberant and generous is an idiot. Relax and have some steak or something." Abel's attention was briefly occupied by the sight of the cafeteria doors swinging wide and admitting four new students. One of them in particular caught his gaze, but he did his best to avoid staring. Funnily enough, the girl with what looked like a red Ursatrap for an arm intrigued him more. What could she have suffered, he thought, eyebrows compressed in an expression of worry, To leave her in a state like that? Regardless, the new arrivals didn't have much time to both grab food and eat. When Abel returned his focus to his own table, he found another pair of people had arrived. Rather, one, a boy with gleaming yellow eyes in an officer's cap, had seated himself, while his slick-looking companion had gotten ticked at Hansen the next bench over, who had apparently asked her for something. As he watched the heavy-set boy rubbing his neck and joking about her to his sister, Abel made a point of remembering not to get on the hatted girl's bad side. "Hey," the guardian replied to the newly-introduced Goldstein, and inclined his head respectfully. Anyone wearing the regalia of a soldier was worthy of esteem in his eyes. Meanwhile, Oswald had been talking, but only now did Abel start listening. "The fox girl? They way she did that kinda rubbed me the wrong way. Can't help but wonder if she can reflect lightening too." He quieted himself, hoping that nobody took the statement out of context as him having ill will against Mokuren. Any enmity he had for her was born out of his respect for hard work; to do nearly nothing to win except use a natural gift, and to be so brazen about it, made Abel upset. As Indigo spoke, Abel considered entering the subject of Sapphire as well, but decided against it. "What do you mean, she'd do well back home?" He asked instead, after several minutes had passed. "Where you come from, is there like a...!" Abel was interrupted by the reverberating peal of the passing bell. Lunch was officially over; it was time to head to the next class. He popped his scroll from his pocket and scanned it briefly. Next class for him was Grimm Studies, which definitely piqued his interest. He stood up, and deposited his garbage into a nearby rolling trash bin. "Bad luck there," he said to Oswald. "Where you headed next? We can talk 'n walk if you like." -=-=- The clamor of the bell barely reached Paron Skaft. He sat at a corner table, hunched over the remains of his self-made lunch, contemplating the way the People Like Grapes soda had settled on the canister's lid. Across from him was the table's only other occupant, the regal Thistle Mallory-Pheasant, known to her only two friends as 'Lady'. Her spirits seemed low as well, for she was very bored, and stroking the iron feathers of her mechanical raven did not mitigate her boredom, so she stared listlessly through the open window as music played in her earbuds. Approaching footsteps notified Paron of the team leader's impending arrival, but it took Kitty clapping a hand on Lady's shoulder to rouse her from her trance. "Pull those out," she hissed. "It's time we got started." Though Kitty's tone was sharp, Paron knew by looking at her face that she wasn't actually mad. In fact, her visage gave off more of an impression of fear than of anger, and she was doing that thing she did when she was upset—flicking her mechanical tail back and forth, and fingering the bottom of her baton. Back when she had a sword, she had done that as well, but not nearly so often as she did nowadays. Paron pushed the thought from his mind. "Tattle-Tala Dei's here. She's talking to the flunkies now, but she wouldn't have left Goodwitch if I hadn't spoken to her." Both girls flashed him an angry look; conversing with any teacher about a subject not directly related to schoolwork wasn't helpful. "Whatever. Get up off your ass and let's go." None of them wanted to listen to Agesander's 'counseling', but off they went, leaving any intention of listening to him behind with their garbage.</s> <\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Ivan made his way over to where he had stashed his weapon after the fight, the school's absolutely massive room filled with rows and rows of rocket-propelled lockers. Leviathan was made of thick slabs of heat-resistant metal, and despite the uses it had as an impromptu club in a fight, made it nearly impossible for him to write or not simply smash anything with the solid block of dark metal resting on his forearm. People who kept their weapons on them at all times had serious paranoia issues. And most certainly those aforementioned issues with classes. Finding his own locker in short order, he pulled open to the door and began to pull on his weaponry in preparation for Armory. The girl's words had cut him deeper than he had expected. Sure, he was awesome, but it didn't matter when his own partner didn't even want the help in the first place. Ivan gritted his teeth. It wasn't Ineko's fault, of course. But he'd be dammed if it didn't seem like the half-robotic boy was actively trying to make his partner's life difficult with that sudden leaving. That only left Sapphire as the cause. The resounding sound of the bell cut through the gunslinger's anger-fueled reverie. He slammed the locker shut behind him with more force than he had intended as the resulting bang echoed around the relatively empty locker room. His ears turned a rather flattering shade of pink as Ivan grumbled something under his breath about 'bloody doors' and made a quick exit, making certain to calm himself as he approached the door to the Armory class. He'd get back at that smarmy little snot yet. Hopefully in the sparring arena. Glaring at the teacher, he nodded stiffly in their direction before he made his way toward the seating area. He grabbed one of the seats close to the front, pulling his gauntlets off to inspect the wear and damage from his fight with Merlin.</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly "I got extremely lucky with my opponent, nothing more. Next time he will probably take sparring more seriously. As for the team, from what I have seen and heard I came up with some points that need emphasising. Things like 'if an attack is going too well you are running into an ambush' for example, preferably with a visceral demonstration on top to really drive the lesson home. Diamond's opponent, we do not really have much to go on. What makes you say it knocked her attack back? I couldn't really tell from the angle was watching what happened exactly. If I was forced to guess Mokuren's ability is either a forcefield of some description or akin to high voltage charge, something that knocks you out as soon as you touch her." Marcus said, then cast a sideways glance at Oswald. "Also, would have done well back home? How so?" he asked curiously. Deciding to answer Marcus and Abel at the same time, even though the bell had just rang, Oswald opened his mouth as he disposed of his refuse. "We were basically Huntsman, though I was only a junior. Worked in teams of eight to compensate for our inexperience and general lack of equipment. I'm on my way to Armory, but we can walk and talk, I don't mind. Living as far away from Vale as we did, we had to make due with what we could, and that wasn't much. My original weapon wasn't nearly as advanced as the Trepanation Blade I use now. Only reason I was allowed to actually make something like this was because I'd been accepted to Beacon." Shrugging, he continued his explanation. "Sapphire would have done well because she has skill, and she's tougher than she looks. This shield of mine has cracked Ursae skulls, but she handled it like a champ. We could've used kids like her. It was tough on a lot of the softer folks. We trained from about 12, seeing actual Grimm at about 14 or 15. Nothing crazy, usually the leftovers or the few that made it too close for comfort. Yesterday was my first injury in the field, and my first time fighting anything like a Datura. Beacon puts a lot of faith in its students, but part of that is likely because they can afford us getting hurt. Back home, an injury like this would have meant that the rest of my team was at risk every day they went out. I took the heaviest hits and came out mostly unharmed, but Sapphire works on the basis of Not Being Hit. When it comes down to it, she has the upper hand any time we go head-to-head, at least until I learn how she works. The problem with her style is that people can adapt, and a few hits will break her like any Grimm. Sorry for rambling."</s>
<\|description\|>Oswald Connoly Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Trepination Blade Not only will this sword ruin your day with its impossibly sharp edges or if you're-gods forbid-stabbed by it, it can focus and fire a steady beam of energy through its length and out its tip when powered with Dust. The scabbard for the sword is a bright red, and tapers with the blade. It has since been upgraded to include the ability to mecha-shift into a katar. Shield Specialty: Up Close and Personal. Oswald's semblance is obviously most useful for this style of combat, as it prevents enemies that excel at range from getting to a viable range from him, so long as he can get within fifty feet of them. As he wields a sword and shield, Oswald is capable of both a bruiser role and a tank role. So long as he's in his opponent's face, he's comfortable fighting in whatever manner is appropriate for the situation. When he attacks, Oswald is ruthless, leaving no openings, and even using his shield as a weapon at times to keep himself from giving his enemy an opportunity to attack. On the defensive, he becomes a fortress, blocking with both sword and shield, refusing to give up any ground. Semblance: Closer- Oswald can instantly close the distance between himself and another living creature (Grimm or no) within fifty feet of him, moving from wherever he is to about four feet from his target. Personality: "Speak Softly and Carry a Big Stick." Oswald is a friendly enough guy when he's with friends or allies, and he tries to keep the peace whenever fights break out. He tries to be the first on the scene, and acts as an enforcer to make sure things don't get crazy. If a fight does happen to break out, he'll try to bring it to an end before anybody gets seriously hurt. He strongly favors the diplomatic option when available. If someone makes it clear that that option isn't available, though...well, he breaks out the big stick. Color: Onyx Emblem: A heavily damaged dark stone tower, with a small white figure standing proudly atop it. Emblem Appearance: Oswald stands at about 5'10" tall, weighs in at a mean 220 pounds, and sports a pair of dull brown eyes topped by a short head of dark black hair. He typically wears a heavy red cloak with onyx pauldrons over a pair of black pants and a white collared shirt. Under his cloak, he has a pair of onyx steel gauntlets, a dark red canvas brigandine and wears a pair of dark black greaves under his pants. He's rather light-skinned, and his face has a small scar under his nose that goes through his lip diagonally. As for shoes, he always wears a pair of black work boots. Oswald</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost The class was filling up and everybody seemed to be in good mood. No wonder, it was the first period after lunch! Nothing was worse than trying to pay attention on an empty stomach. That, and it was everyone's favorite subject, the Grimm studies! Prof. Port cleared his throat when the bell rang, and the class fell silent. "Good afternoon class!" he greeted the students as he walked to his favorite place in front of the desk. "You have all come to this prestigious academy with one goal in mind: To become huntsmen! And as you undoubtedly know, the most sacred duty of the huntsmen is to guard the kingdoms, our islands of tranquility is the ocean storm of our planet. They are the people that sworn to protect those who can not do so themselves. That is who you want to be!" he said, all delivered with a tad too many hand gestures. "But first, a story!" the professor said, and several of the students who have been advised by their friends about what to expect groaned. He droned on with the story that he always told at the first class, every time with a bit more of exaggeration. Finishing up summarizing the morale of the story, he looked up at the students. "But I look into your eyes, and I see that not all of you held such things as honor, resourcefulness and knowledge in high value, but fear not! It is not too late, and here you have an exceptional chance to show the World the goodness in your hearts! Who among you feels like standing up to the darkness that threatens to swallow us all today?" he asked, and on cue the assistants pushed a cage into the class with a snarling grimm inside. The cage was covered by a rag, obstructing the wendigo cub imprisoned inside. --- Diamond felt like her ears were going to bleed. Could this guy be any more full of himself? Did anyone tell him chivalry died centuries ago? Perhaps someone should introduce the dear professor to disco, that was still in a shallow grave. Then again, the mental image gave her the creeps. At last he's got to the conclusion of the story, and Diamond made a note to bring a book next time this class came up. Taking one look at the shuddering, snarling cage, she thought twice about raising a hand. Let someone else go first, see how they do. Gods knew she got her head knocked around enough already for one day.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd IC: Ben raised his hand. So quickly, in fact, he almost surprised himself. At least a few of the students in the room had seen the cage's behavior and decided against it, but far from dissuading him it urged the hunstman-in-training on. Some of the students here didn't have anything to prove, or their admission to Beacon hadn't ever been in doubt. Ben nearly hadn't made it, even after he got a shot at the entrance exam. He needed to make a good impression. And... Well, to be honest, he liked the thought of a challenge. A taste of what Beacon was going to be like, and what was going to be ahead. What better chance than a live Grimm in class? His opposite hand set down his pencil, recently used for the brief notes needed to summarize the key points and moral of the professor's story. He didn't know the professor would pick him, he doubted he'd be the only one to raise his hand, but it was worth a shot. He had Artorius and Lawnslot with him, why not give it a try? You know, aside from the potential for utterly humiliating himself in front of the professor, the class, and most of his team. That would be rough. But... He didn't think that would happen. Chances were that whatever was in that cage was at a basic enough level for Beacon freshman to handle, and if they could he had to be able to. No risk, no reward, right?</s> <\|message\|>Rayna Bryson "Unfortunately, I believe you're pretty on the mark with this one, Vic. It appears that some wounds will take some time to heal." She murmured thoughtfully, chomping down on her salad as she watched Robert suddenly look like he wanted to bounce off the walls. "I don't even see what bothered her so much! It's only panties like and it's not like anyone was staring! This place is for hunters of the finest order; I'm certain that they're not going to be accepting some old perverts!" She chuckled sensibly before her light mood turned to suspicion as she slowly rotated around to give her team a scanning look. "None of you were staring at her panties, right?" After quite a spectacle in which it seemed that only Jayden was spared from Rayna's rant, the team was left a little under the weather but Rayna felt that it was a good step. If she was meant to share a room with these guys then she needed to inform them that they had to be respectful, especially considering she hadn't exactly arrived at Beacon with a large amount of normal pyjamas. After a quick check on her scroll, she nodded to Victor quickly. "I'm in Armoury class with you. You better sit with me Vic because my current experience of the other teams hasn't exactly been phenomenal." With that, she remembered to give him an appreciative smile before she dragged him to his feet and set him on the path to Armoury. Within minutes, they had arrived in the workshop with not a moment to spare. The bell suddenly rung and as she took her seat, there was only one question on her mind. --- "Who owns the tank?" The professor spoke for the first time after a thorough inspection of the tank that looked more like a medical examination. Adjusting his spectacles, he gave the tank a brief knock before returning to his thoughtful beard-stroking. Marcus barely even had time to finish his answer before Elijah retorted. "A damn fine piece of engineering! I expect big things from you, Mr Goldstein. Big things indeed." It seemed that he was already acquainted with them all but he simply had checked the charter to their pictures and the memory stuck. The actual classroom part of the workshop seemed completely out of place, surrounded by heavy mechanisms, furnaces and a collection of workstations that took up half of the total area. It would have appeared totally chaotic if the whole room wasn't swept until spotless and filled with a number of small, hovering machines that had no sole purpose except for making the industry of the room appear to have a life of its own. The room had a certain magic to it that was hard to miss. "I imagine that a fair proportion of each of your teams are now in the room opposite this learning about Grimm and whatnot but let me make this very clear to all of you. In this year, I'm going to educate you upon the finesse of a well-made weapon. I imagine that learning the weak spots on the armour of a Goliath would be very practical knowledge for young hunters like yourselves but who needs to know the weak spots when you can blow it to smithereens?" He paced back and forth, giving his small introduction speech as he eyed all of them behind those cold, emotionless, tinted-black spectacles. "From here on inwards you are no longer simply hunters in training but inventors, engineers and pyromaniacs. And yes, you can specialise in explosives in my class. It is very obvious to me that a certain number of you have a talent in this subject but let us make this point even more obvious. When you come to me, I do not expect a single ounce of talent but you will all work until your hands are numb and you will more than likely not enjoy it but the end result will be astounding. We all got that? Good. Welcome to Armoury, ladies." After his rather inspiring speech, he handed out some hefty looking textbooks that looked better suited to more knowledge-heavy subjects such as History. Once everyone settled down once more, he crossed his arms over his chest and regarded them for a further few moments. With graceful fingers, he plucked his old pocket watch from his waistcoat and analysed the time - they were precisely on track. "Right! I need to see what sort of playing field we're all on so it's time to tell everyone who you are and what you can do!" Unlike his earlier conversational tone, these were more attuned to commands with a loud voice and an unneeded pace. Although he stressed earlier that he didn't expect talent, he needed to inspect where it was lacking and where there was so much that it could impact on the mind-set of the student.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Armoury When the bird girl answered Sapphire she was stuttery and nervous, almost flighty in attitude. That line of thought led Sapphire to wonder, could the bird girl in fact fly? Sapphire had heard about Avian Faunus who had wings grown from there back, they had hollow bones and thicker tougher muscles to compensate, there chest had a number of air sacks to allow them to breath in a thinner atmosphere. The girl certainly looked like she was ready to take flight. Sapphire hadn't exactly meant the comment about the girl's feathers sarcastically but she hadn't really been sincere either. There were alright looking but it wasn't really in Sapphire's nature to care. In fact Sapphire had thought the girl would take offense to the comment, assume Sapphire was mocking her faunus heritage but she just stuttered a nervous thanks and complimented Sapphire's hair in return. This took the azure haired girl completely aback. She'd never really had people other than her sisters compliment her. Most of them saw the dangerous warning look in her eye and decided either to keep a wide birth or that this would be a great person to antagonize. The latter usually ended up having there asses handed to them. A genuine compliment was rare for Sapphire. "Th-thanks, was a gift from my Mom." At this moment something caught Sapphire's attention, it was a low rumbling sound like a growl, the kind of sound an animal would make when it picked up the scent of prey. It didn't take Sapphire long to find the source of the growling. Of course it was Shiro, the wonder Fuzzball. Sapphire glanced between Shiro and Amy, sure in the wild tigers might prey on hawks but they were Faunus not animals, they didn't eat each other. That semblance of his must really have left less of his brain behind than Sapphire had thought if he was actually thinking about eating other Faunus. Or maybe she was reading into it too much, maybe he'd just missed lunch and that was his stomach growling, but the more she listened the more Sapphire tended to doubt it. "Hey Amy, let me know if the white tiger over there gives you any trouble, he's on my team so I can probably talk some sense into him." It was clearly obvious from the way she said talk that what she really meant was to teach him a lesson he'd be unlikely to forget. Sapphire was just considering getting up to... club Shiro over the head or something equally violent when another boy came by their table disrupting her thoughts, he was some sort of lion Faunus. She couldn't remember his name but then again what concern was it to her? "Ah, Richard the Lionheart, a great morning isn't it?" she said with a sort of unamused candor. Seconds later a fox faunus approached the desk greeting Lionheart, Geni that was his name. Of course this didn't grab Sapphire's attention half so much as the weapon the Fox girl was brandishing none to subtly. It was clear she was fixing for a fight. Sapphire had had enough, it was too crowded and she didn't like fights breaking out nearby unless she was cause. Sapphire stood up walking round the desks. "Well you too seem to have a great working relationship." She said her voice dripping with a sarcastic false optimism. She placed either of her hands on the Lion boy and the Fox girl's shoulders turning them towards the front of the room. "If you too want to kill each other there is a nice open space over there, have a good day you two." @LokiLeo789@KabenSaal</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly The appearance of the Unsubtle in the Armory garage made Oswald chuckle from deep in his chest. "Fuckin' Marcus. I could not be with a better team leader, for the love of all that is good in the world." The professor's interest in the marvel of engineering was quite apparent, and it made quite a bit of sense. How could one look at that thing without experiencing some sense of awe? Even Oswald, as simple as he was, couldn't help but get excited as he thought of how much work and machinery went into the tank sitting in the class. The professor's command to show what the students had and were capable of brought Oswald to full attention. He was standing before he even realized, undoing the scabbard that secured his sword at his side, carefully placing the weapon on the workstation in front of him. He also removed the shield from his back, and reached into the small pouch where he carried his dust crystals, pulling a small blue one out along with a small cloth, wrapping the crystal carefully before setting it down. "I don't need to tell you to be careful with that. But I will anyway. It loads into the pommel. Fires out the tip. Should freeze juuuust about anything."</s>
<\|description\|>Oswald Connoly Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Trepination Blade Not only will this sword ruin your day with its impossibly sharp edges or if you're-gods forbid-stabbed by it, it can focus and fire a steady beam of energy through its length and out its tip when powered with Dust. The scabbard for the sword is a bright red, and tapers with the blade. It has since been upgraded to include the ability to mecha-shift into a katar. Shield Specialty: Up Close and Personal. Oswald's semblance is obviously most useful for this style of combat, as it prevents enemies that excel at range from getting to a viable range from him, so long as he can get within fifty feet of them. As he wields a sword and shield, Oswald is capable of both a bruiser role and a tank role. So long as he's in his opponent's face, he's comfortable fighting in whatever manner is appropriate for the situation. When he attacks, Oswald is ruthless, leaving no openings, and even using his shield as a weapon at times to keep himself from giving his enemy an opportunity to attack. On the defensive, he becomes a fortress, blocking with both sword and shield, refusing to give up any ground. Semblance: Closer- Oswald can instantly close the distance between himself and another living creature (Grimm or no) within fifty feet of him, moving from wherever he is to about four feet from his target. Personality: "Speak Softly and Carry a Big Stick." Oswald is a friendly enough guy when he's with friends or allies, and he tries to keep the peace whenever fights break out. He tries to be the first on the scene, and acts as an enforcer to make sure things don't get crazy. If a fight does happen to break out, he'll try to bring it to an end before anybody gets seriously hurt. He strongly favors the diplomatic option when available. If someone makes it clear that that option isn't available, though...well, he breaks out the big stick. Color: Onyx Emblem: A heavily damaged dark stone tower, with a small white figure standing proudly atop it. Emblem Appearance: Oswald stands at about 5'10" tall, weighs in at a mean 220 pounds, and sports a pair of dull brown eyes topped by a short head of dark black hair. He typically wears a heavy red cloak with onyx pauldrons over a pair of black pants and a white collared shirt. Under his cloak, he has a pair of onyx steel gauntlets, a dark red canvas brigandine and wears a pair of dark black greaves under his pants. He's rather light-skinned, and his face has a small scar under his nose that goes through his lip diagonally. As for shoes, he always wears a pair of black work boots. Oswald</s> <\|message\|>Victor Glade ARMOURY to P.E. The back and forth between him and Rayna almost made him laugh. Victor knew he was on thin ice, but he wasn't especially fearful since Rayna was far too much fun for that and well he couldn't really imagine her with an angry face. Questioning Victor probed "Anymore? So you had a rank then? Well regardless, you are my Captain right? Your wish is my command and all that Oh Captain my Captain." Humming away to himself Victor reassembled his prosthetic, happy that he could repair it with proper tools. Unlike removing it, connecting his arm gave Victor a rather different experience. The dread of loss is replaced with the tolerance of pain, as once it is connected the arm starts it's work of activating it's artificial nerves, giving Victor the sensation of being next to an open fire for the first five minutes. It was annoying and made him want to run it under cold water, even though he knew it was rather pointless. Once it cooled off Victor stretched and tested it's mobility. Pleased he started tapping each of his fingers and was happy with the feedback he got from the small hits. Just in time too since the bell rang out soon after his last tests. "Well Captain, I have P.E. now. So I'm heading that way. I better hurry up, it would be rather impolite to be late. I'll see you when I see you next." with a smile and a wave Victor wandered off to get changed. It actually took longer than Victor intended to get changed, his own shirts generally had larger sleeves to accommodate his arm, but Beacon issued uniforms were average, making him be extra careful and take those extra few seconds. Coming out of the change room Victor tried to keep his run stable. Since a metal arm is heavier than a normal arm and although he can keep pace with most people, Victor's stride was rather... unbalanced when compared to others. Listening to Mr. Kore Victor was a bit concerned about the talk about asthmatic attacks and heart attacks. It's fairly obvious what I have, but beyond that... I don't think I have any issues. Wait... two miles? Well that's... doable I suppose, although Captain Rayna already led me on a marathon turned scavenger hunt. As everyone started off, Victor stalled a bit, but soon had his engine running. The weight of Victor's arm made him have an inefficient run, causing him to have a slight zig-zag pattern to it. A single sentence flashed through his mind You're like a drunk dog trying to find his tail Vicky! smiling he decided to stay close to the back of the pack, in an effort to avoid any unfortunate collisions.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Physical Education Sapphire was tempted to throw something sharp at Aurellius but alas she'd neglected to bring any small sharp disposable weapons to PE. She of course still had her daggers but she preferred to keep those under wraps. Not everyone in the arena would have been able to see where she'd gotten them from given the angles of sight present in her and Oswald's sparring match and besides if the teacher saw her pull out deadly weapons in class she may be prevented from bringing them again and Sapphire never went anywhere unarmed. Sapphire got slightly nervous when the teacher ordered them to run two miles. That was several laps around the track, it was not that Sapphire was not used to running or even that she disliked it, on the contrary nothing really compared to the feeling of the wind in her hair, the problem was the rib she'd broken in Forever Fall during their initiation. It would need another week to heal properly. During armoury it had disturbed her how quickly she'd become out of breath because of that rib. If she couldn't run, if she couldn't move faster than the next strike, she was done for. However Sapphire Rode was not someone disposed to complaining or letting injury remove her from the field of battle. She'd grown up in a home where injury was no excuse for skipping combat training. So she began to run. Sapphire kept her torso as straight as she could to compensate and made her best efforts to keep from breathing too hard on her left side. She could manage two miles, it was easy. Yet something was wrong, normally she'd outstrip most anyone, even Geni who was currently running ahead with impeccable technique but now she was barely managing to keep up with the middle of the pack. Her chest was burning, pain climbing with every breath she took. When they were past the mile and a half marker Sapphire slowed before her legs gave out beneath her, she collapsed to her knees but refused to let herself fall completely. Sapphire was shaking all over and her breath was coming in ragged. Maybe it would have been better to sit this one out.</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly: Armory --->Survival Sapphire's guess on how Oswald's Semblance worked was disturbingly accurate, but she was a bit off on why he hadn't used it during their match. Before he could reply, though, the girl was already making her way to her next class. Shrugging, he decided that it was about time he made his way to Survival, then. Making sure he had all of his belongings, he made his way to the run-down building that served as the Survival classroom. It was a fitting place for a survival class, at the very least. As he entered the classroom proper, Oswald noticed someone who could only be the professor playing the guitar while sitting on a rock. The room itself was....minimalistic. A single desk, some noticeably old weapons, and a mattress with a sleeping bag. Wait...did the professor actually live here? He'd had temporary camps more ornate than this. Still, if the professor wanted them to experience this style of camping, he wouldn't refuse. Survival skills were a necessity in the wild.</s>
<\|description\|>Oswald Connoly Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Trepination Blade Not only will this sword ruin your day with its impossibly sharp edges or if you're-gods forbid-stabbed by it, it can focus and fire a steady beam of energy through its length and out its tip when powered with Dust. The scabbard for the sword is a bright red, and tapers with the blade. It has since been upgraded to include the ability to mecha-shift into a katar. Shield Specialty: Up Close and Personal. Oswald's semblance is obviously most useful for this style of combat, as it prevents enemies that excel at range from getting to a viable range from him, so long as he can get within fifty feet of them. As he wields a sword and shield, Oswald is capable of both a bruiser role and a tank role. So long as he's in his opponent's face, he's comfortable fighting in whatever manner is appropriate for the situation. When he attacks, Oswald is ruthless, leaving no openings, and even using his shield as a weapon at times to keep himself from giving his enemy an opportunity to attack. On the defensive, he becomes a fortress, blocking with both sword and shield, refusing to give up any ground. Semblance: Closer- Oswald can instantly close the distance between himself and another living creature (Grimm or no) within fifty feet of him, moving from wherever he is to about four feet from his target. Personality: "Speak Softly and Carry a Big Stick." Oswald is a friendly enough guy when he's with friends or allies, and he tries to keep the peace whenever fights break out. He tries to be the first on the scene, and acts as an enforcer to make sure things don't get crazy. If a fight does happen to break out, he'll try to bring it to an end before anybody gets seriously hurt. He strongly favors the diplomatic option when available. If someone makes it clear that that option isn't available, though...well, he breaks out the big stick. Color: Onyx Emblem: A heavily damaged dark stone tower, with a small white figure standing proudly atop it. Emblem Appearance: Oswald stands at about 5'10" tall, weighs in at a mean 220 pounds, and sports a pair of dull brown eyes topped by a short head of dark black hair. He typically wears a heavy red cloak with onyx pauldrons over a pair of black pants and a white collared shirt. Under his cloak, he has a pair of onyx steel gauntlets, a dark red canvas brigandine and wears a pair of dark black greaves under his pants. He's rather light-skinned, and his face has a small scar under his nose that goes through his lip diagonally. As for shoes, he always wears a pair of black work boots. Oswald</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Esther Vanhomrigh - 5th Period, Practice Class Head slowly swiveling as her hawk-eyes scanned the firing lines, she waited until the last student had finished their shots before announcing her range 'Cold'. "Cease fire, cease fire! Shooters on the firing line, unload and show clear! Step off of the line and back to the weapon racks to secure your weapons. Grab your equipment and prepare for your next class, the range is now declared cold!." Reaching into her coat pocket, she once again slipped out her Scroll to check the time. Expanding it to its tablet form, she tapped at the screen. As she controlled the automated range from her Scroll, the targets lowered down into their pits. Quick snapshots were taken by the range cameras and fresh targets rotated out the newly shot up ones. At either ends of the range, two 'Roomba' looking bots appeared hovering low over the grounds and skirted the line. Powerful magnets collecting the spent brass casings to clean the range. Still issuing electronic commands to the range from her Scroll, she mentioned something in passing to the students as they locked up their stock weapons and grabbed their things. "You are being notified that Beacon Academy will be monitoring and keeping track of all progress, or lack thereof. Your obstacle course times and shot groups will be sent to Headmaster Ozpin himself to review as time goes on. Input from myself and Professor Iderson, along from Headmaster Ozpin will ultimately determine your grades and future attendance in this course. With that, this concludes your time with us this period." Collapsing her Scroll, she looked up at them as they began to file back towards Beacon and off of the range. Pocketing her Scroll and adjusting the brim of her cover, she folded her hands behind her back and headed off in a different direction from the students. "We will see you all in the near future. Don't be late." she said with cold finality. As she walked into the treeline and vanished from eyesight, her gloved hands unfolded and reached into a different coat pocket. Pulling out a zippo lighter and small metal tin, she opened the metal tin and slipped out a cigarette. Sliding the tin back into her coat, she put the cigarette to her lips and flicked the lighter open with a ting. With a schick the paper on the end of her cancer stick burned and crackled quietly. She clicked her zippo shut and pocketed it. Leaning against a tree, hidden in the vast woods surrounding Beacon, she removed her cover. Hanging it on a stubby branch sticking out from the tree she leaned on, she looked up through the canopy at the skies above. Sure, she was part of the faculty and she was still technically on school grounds. Maybe there was a 'No Smoking' policy, maybe there wasn't. She didn't really care. Brushing a strand of her raven hair off of her brow, she took a deep drag. Exhaling a thick stream of smoke, she sighed as the acrid smoke had filled her lungs and bloodstream with the wonderful stimulant nicotine, amongst other things. The students probably saw her to be a 'by-the-books' kind of woman, straight as a board. In actuality, she wasn't all that straight. Not that she would let anyone else know or see. All to maintain a professional appearance, really. Not that she really gave any fucks. Here was her haven, this was her break in between classes. She rated it. Kuhaku Shiro - 5th -> 6th Period, Computer Science The first thing that Shiro was immediately hit with upon entering the Computer Science class was the heavy and depressive dark. Not that the dark bothered him, it was just incredibly so. In stark contrast with the rest of the room, the quietly humming computer workstations were harshly bright. It took his sensitive eyes a moment to adjust to things. In addition to the odd lighting conditions, the room was frigidly cold. He understood that electronics preferred to function better in cool environments, but he hated the cold. Already he was considering maybe having this class swapped. As he stood amongst the group of students attending this class with him, his tail swayed up in the air behind him in curiosity. Eyes and ears darting around, he didn't pay too much attention to the teacher. The man seemed a bit drab, dull and bland. Very much so unlike some of the more 'colorful' Beacon staff. He didn't seem to deny the idea he was reclusive either, more so embracing it. Shiro snickered a little upon hearing the teacher's name. Such odd names he's learned in just one day, but what kind of name was 'Ni'? For some reason he couldn't explain, he felt like adding some odd honorfic to the end of it.. At least he was a straight and to the point kind of man. Picking his desk, he quickly followed the instructions given as told. Breezing through the first few steps with ease. It wasn't until he had opened up the 'Student Assignments' folder that his ears slowly drooped and a look of dread came over him. He must've misunderstood something when he elected for this class. Shiro isn't electronically illiterate, he knows his way in, out, and around a computer's tower. But therein lies the problem. Shiro is more hardware inclined, able to isolate and troubleshoot problems with bad computer components and swap them out to repair them. He knew how to physically build and repair a piece of equipment. Not code and program it. Software and programming was one of his weakest points of technological knowledge. Shrinking down, he nervously looked around at the other students to see if they were just as confused and intimidated like he was. Swallowing dryly, he was seriously considering rescheduling this class out now. "Aww, man..I must've made a mistake." He squinted at the screen, still trying to get used to the stark light and dark contrasts. "Object classes?...Parameters?...Strings?...Like, yarn or..." Already he could foresee himself having trouble with this class. But, that was the point of it all, right? To increase and better his education and knowledge. Never one to just focus on his strengths, this would be covering one of his 'weaknesses' right? An all-around average and well-rounded Hunter, right? Right? A bead of cold, nervous sweat rolled down the side of his face as he groaned quietly to himself.</s> <\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou IC: Ni Rensa Ryou, Computer Science "There is an additional point to your first assignment. Depending on how well you do, I'll place you in one of the three circles of desks, and we'll go on from there. Higher ranked students will have harder but more enjoyable assignments, lower students will receive more..." He shuddered barely perceptibly. "Teaching. If I come over to your station at the end of this class block and all you have written is "I am a fish" 400 times on your monitor in Sharpie... Heaven help you." Ni nodded at the class, then went back behind his own desk and turned his monitor on. He and Haven's computer science instructor were in the middle of their annual "contest", and he couldn't afford to let the other teacher get too far ahead of him. The Key powered up, and what appeared to be a third person shooter popped up in the left half of his screen. The right half, however, was what Ni was focused on, a stream of code running up from the bottom of it. This was bad. He was farther than Ni wanted him to be.</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Survival-> Computer Science Paying little attention to Professor Vorosky and his last little note, Oswald made his way to his next class, lamenting the loss of his cloak. Again. Thankfully, he never made a big fuss over the rather simple piece of relatively heavy cloth, so he could simply find a fabric shop in the city and have that taken care of. As a matter of fact, he'd probably have to order several replacements, as he expected that he'd find himself devoid of his favorite fashion statement multiple times in the future. Shake-drying himself before he stepped inside the halls of Beacon, Oswald grimaced as each step brought a tiny 'squish' noise. He hoped Computer Science wouldn't be too labor-intensive. He also hoped that he didn't fry himself by getting a computer wet. As he stepped into the classroom, Oswald felt as if he were in a meat locker. Still wet from the fountain, he found himself shaking in the cold, and cursed under his breath. This was another reason he had his cloak-that thing was warm, as well as being water-resistant. He could have wrapped it around himself to avoid frostbite, but for now he'd have to deal with the temperature of the class, in addition the oppressive darkness. Professor Ni's introduction to the course scared Oswald- he hadn't handled anything more complex than a two-way radio in years. While he knew he was less academically-inclined than his fellow students, this class was there to prove to him just how drastic the difference was. Logging in after a moment of trouble, Oswald found his way to the assignment folder, which resulted in a prompt face-desk. He looked around and met eyes with Shiro, the rambunctious tiger Faunus boy from Sapphire's team. Sharing a look of suffering, he returned to the assignment. After ten minutes, Oswald started to panic. At the twenty-minute mark, panic became anger. Thirty minutes in, anger turned into depression, which led to outright hopelessness when the fortieth minute rolled around. Ten minutes before the class ended, Oswald had succeeded in giving his representative a cloak. A bright green one. Groaning pitifully, Oswald frowned at the computer before he finally gave up and worked on the other figure- the Grimm. Each keystroke was slow, with Oswald having to look at the keyboard to see what he was typing, and when the bell signaling the end of class rang, Oswald was the picture of a broken man.</s>